My cock showed interest enough despite my worries about my earlier exertions with Heather and I was able to perform and give her a third orgasm as a bonus before succumbing to my own.
I grumbled as she disturbed me getting up, snatching another half hour before I got up and showered. Sam was out in the yard when I got down for breakfast and it looked like Heather was still up in her room.
With Mrs. P coming around my Thursday mornings were usually lazy, Heather was an unexpected wrinkle, if Mrs P saw her there it would be all around the town by tea time.
I was thinking I might take her out, Mrs P would think I was still at the farm and Sam would think I'd taken her home with me. Where to go was the thing on my mind when Heather walked in with the baby.
"Do you fancy going anywhere? We can drive into Featherington, have a wander around and get a bite to eat and then back to my house to carry on with your story if you want."
"Yes," she said sounding delighted. "It's been ages since I've been there."
Today she was wearing a cream lacy top over a vest and black leggings patterned with coloured stars. Enough light leaked through to outline her crotch and make it a tease.
"Do you want me to hold him?" I asked. "I've only got my coffee left."
"Oh yes please. You can take him through if you want, his toys are in the lounge and I'll be a minute with his breakfast."
I stood and took him then picked up my cup and gave her a smile before walking through. She sat him in the corner as she spooned the food, glancing over as we talked or rather she told me what she wanted to buy in the Mothercare's there.
Sam still hadn't shown up by the time we loaded the pushchair and Heather locked the door before we left. I caught enough of the news broadcast to know that no new disaster loomed and then switched off when a book program started.
"Can I have the music on?" Heather asked.
"Yes of course," I said hitting the button to unmute it. "Real radio's on five."
"That will do," she replied leaning forward to touch the button on the facia.
I was glad when we arrived and turned off the inane chatter and unintelligible music with the ignition key. I got out and looked to see that the front wheel was off the zebra crossing lines.
"You should be alright," she said walking around and seeing my bumper over hanging by six inches or so.
"I know a policeman who can fix it if it's not," I said with a shrug.
I'd left just enough room as my boot opened with an inch to spare. I got the pushchair out and let her set it up as I got the baby out. We joined the crowded main street and I walked in her wake as she headed for the store.
We spent a couple of hours shopping and window shopping with a brief coffee in a cafรฉ as an excuse to change the baby. It was lucky my face was known by the maรฎtre as he was uncomfortable with the pushchair and all the shopping.
With the pushchair safe in a broom cupboard we were seated and I ordered.
"Do you really have a policeman friend," she asked.
"Yes," I replied puzzled. "He's a DCI, why?"
"I was wondering why they hadn't closed the case on the fraud and unfrozen my father's accounts so we can settle his estate? Do you know we haven't even read the will yet?"
"I doubt he knows anything about that."
"He can ask DI Frost."
I laughed. "It's DCI Frost now, that's my friend"
"So you can ask him," she said with perfect logic.
"I'll ask but if it's police business he may not give me any answers."
"You can try."
"Yes I will, but no promises."
She gave me a glowing smile. "Thank you."
We ate and I imposed on the waiter to have him warm up a jar of food for the baby when he cried and Heather pacified him temporarily with some juice.
I left a good tip to sweeten the disruption we caused and walked back behind her wondering myself why his books and things had not been audited, two years seemed a long time even for a forensic examination.
On the drive home I selected the station, a classic rock one in the AM band. Hopefully Mrs. P would be long gone her time finishing over half an hour ago.
I was thinking of the story when I pulled up, my author and his young admirer. I carried on plotting alternates as I unstrapped the baby and walked Heather in.
Heather walked down to the toilet while I walked the baby and the bag into my front room. I unbuckled him and set him on the floor with a few of his toys from the bag then walked around to start the computer.
Heather walked back in and I noticed the difference but didn't twig that it was that she was now nude under the top till she got closer. She smiled at me when I looked up to her face, hitching it up a few inches and giving me a flash of her pussy as she grinned boldly.
My cock twitched as I smiled my appreciation back and my eyes ran down and up her again.
"Thought you'd like it," she said kneeling on the settee and reaching up to pull us close for a hug.
I ran my hands over it and her underneath it as my fingers brushed naked skin through the holes. She leant back and gave me a short sweet kiss before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.
"I wanted to do that all morning," she said as she released me. "Shall I make us coffee?"
"Yes please," I said distracted by both her nipples poking through.
She gave a little laugh as she held my arms and backed off. I watched as she walked out then turned to log on my train of thought now lost. I reread the last paragraph and let the picture reform in my mind.
I was caught up in the story when Heather came back, she leant over the back to pass me my coffee, pausing to look over my shoulder and read the text on the screen.
"Hey," I said half joking.
"You read mine." She said countering.
"I edit yours."
"That's nit picking, I bet I could find mistakes in yours as well."
I laughed. "Alright, you'll be the first to read it and we'll see how good an editor you are."
She smiled at me and turned to give her attention to George while I turned mine back to the story and the coffee. Heather's playing with the baby formed the backdrop to my writing for the next half hour or so.