Fish And Finger Pie Ch 10 Harriet

Fish and Finger Pie Ch. 10: (Enjoying the pleasures of older women)

I returned to college the following week not before Nurse Marsha Turner had given me a good seeing to...For the next six weeks, I concentrated on my studies only popping over to Marsha's house on a Saturday afternoon. I enjoyed my time with her. She was not demanding in any way and wouldn't even let me help pay for some of the delicious food she continued to knock up for me. I was able to get by on rubbish for most of the week knowing that I would be well-fed and watered at the weekend. Indeed, she had taken to making me some food to carry home on the Sunday evening.

It was lovely to spend time with her, but she certainly had an aversion to going out very much, except for work and essentials. I could not get her come out in the evening. She preferred to stay in the warmth and comfort of her own home. With regard to sex, she only ever had one climax on the Saturday and one on the Sunday; that seemed to satisfy her.

Interestingly, she only ever wanted to be either masturbated by me or sucked off. Then she would pull me on top of her and hold me in vice-like grip whilst I pumped away at her and then filled her up with sperm. That was all she wanted. I was content to leave it at that. It was peaceful and comfortable sex.

We spent a lot of time talking and just being together. I knew she wasn't ashamed of me, or the age difference. A neighbour called round, and she happily introduced me to her. I did get to go to the supermarket one weekend with her. She didn't drive so we took a cab for the way home. She readily clutched my arm or took my hand as we walked and draped herself over me whenever she could.

She took some leave at the end of the six weeks and bade me farewell telling me that she was off to stay with one of her sisters and that she would contact me upon her return; I somehow doubted it...

During the Easter break, I had some time off, and I decided that I would go and visit my parents. I booked the cheapest train ticket I could find and squeezed into a window seat in the second-class carriage. I took out one of books, but I knew that I would soon be falling asleep. But before I had chance to settle, rather fetching lady, probably in her sixties poked me on the arm. She smiled at me,

"You wouldn't mind helping me with this case, please? I had to rush and I can't find my seat."

I got up quickly and shoved the carry-on bag onto the rack as about ten youngsters came down the carriage making a lot of noise. I glanced at her and shook my head. She rolled her eyes and sat down opposite me across the table. I returned to my book.

She asked, "What are you studying?"

"Medicine; at the University."

She raised her eyebrows, "Wow! You must be very bright..."

I smiled and shook my head, ""No; I just worked hard at school."

"How far are you in?"

"Just finishing off my third year; two to go and then more and more training into the future."

She said, "I went to Cambridge in the early fifties and then on to King's for my law degree."

I was impressed, "Are you a solicitor?"

"No, barrister; can't you tell. Look at the way I'm dressed!"

I hadn't really noticed, but she was dressed in what looked like a silk blouse, a black jacket and a tight, pencil, matching skirt. I thought her suit probably cost more than my entire wardrobe...She wore what I could only presume was a pair of expensive, seamed stockings and a pair of black, court shoes.

She continued, "My case over ran a little and I didn't have time to get changed, but maybe I can a little later once the train gets going."

I looked around at the mêlée of youth who didn't seem to understand the meaning of talking quietly.

She surveyed the crowd. They were not really misbehaving, but they certainly were more than a little annoying. If I had thought I might get a little peace to look over my books that had certainly gone out of the window. She smiled at me and stood up,

"Look after my seat and bag, please..."

I nodded at her thinking she was off to change in the little toilet at the end of the carriage.

I stared out of the window wondering what was happening in the world and thinking about my life. I had certainly come a long way since I had left home for the first time. My home life in that rural part of Surrey seemed so long ago.

She returned with a smile, "I've found my seat in first class. If you would be so good as lift down my bag, we'll leave these youngsters to their own devices."

I was confused...She grabbed my hand...

"Oh, don't worry, I collared the conductor and persuaded him to let me upgrade your seat; grab your bag and books and follow me."

I spluttered, "Ma'am I can't pay you for a first-class seat..."

But, she was already on her way to the carriage door. She turned and laughed, "I'll put it on expenses..."

The train lurched as it picked up speed on its way out of Liverpool. I had a job to keep up with her.

The first-class compartment was down at the other end of the train. I had a job following her, as she pushed her way through the busy compartments.

We reached it. She slid open the door; it was air-conditioned, cool and peaceful with only a handful of business types in the carriage. She had selected a single window seat on the left side of the train with a seat opposite. She paused and waited for me to lift up her carry-on bag. She sat down with a sigh,

"Go on, then; sit yourself down and relax."

I followed her instructions, "This is very kind of you, ma'am."

She held out her hand, "Stop calling me ma'am. I know I'm old enough to be your mother, but my name is Harriet, Harriet Gaines."

I grasped her hand; it was soft. He long delicate fingers wrapped themselves around my hand. I stammered,

"Edward Carter, ma'am; sorry, Harriet..."

"Well Edward, sit back and enjoy the journey with me. It's not often I get to have a decent conversation with an intelligent young man."

I looked at her; she must have been on the wrong side of sixty. She had a slim figure and her face was smooth with just a smattering of make-up. Her breasts were full and round and straining out of the silk blouse, which she had loosened at the neck. When she leaned forward, I could see the top of her seemingly expensive brassiere; I wondered where this was going...

A steward pushed a trolley along the carriage. Harriet summoned him and he departed leaving two cups of tea and two sandwiches, apparently included in the cost of the tickets... How would I know? I'd never been in a first class compartment in my life.

She asked, "Where are you from, Edward?"

"A little rural village outside Hazelmere."

"Why Liverpool?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "The college was the first to accept me. Besides, I've grown to love the city." She nodded.

"My father is the local village general practitioner, but he's coming up for retirement."

"Are you going to follow his footsteps?"

I shook my head, "No, definitely not. Being a GP is the last position I want. I'll stick to hospital work."

She smiled, "Do you enjoy it?"

I frowned, "The studies are very hard and you get very little time off. Even when you are on hospital practice, you still have examinations." I paused, "How about you?"

"Oh, the usual, private girls' boarding school followed by Cambridge where I did PPE."

I smiled; I'd heard of that course, Politics, Philosophy and Economics. Three essays a term, cram for your exams and then pick up a lucrative job in the city...But, I didn't say anything.

"What made you choose law?"

She smiled, "I had a burning desire to right the wrongs and stand up for the oppressed but then I had to earn a living to pay off my debts after my parents died. I was hit with some hefty Death Duties. My father did not plan his estate very well."

I raised the question, "Are you married?"

She shook her head, "No." She looked out of the window and the speeding countryside, "I was engaged once but we never made it to the altar."

"Oh; I'm sorry."

She reached over and took my hand, "Don't be. I dodged a bullet with that one. I threw myself into work and now, some forty years later, I find myself on my own and enjoying life. You see, I only take on a couple of cases per month. Unlike my father, I managed my money well. I have a flat just off Sloane Square and I pick and choose my work."

She let go of my hand, "I do family law; you know, helping wives screw over their errant husbands in nasty divorce cases..."

I laughed.

I pointed at the toilet, "You can go and get changed now, Harriet."

She smirked at me, "Nah; I'm enjoying this conversation too much." She paused for a second or two, "Have you got a girlfriend, Edward?"

I stared at her, "There was someone last year but she went off to Canada." I was thinking of Rashmika. "But I've had a few acquaintances since; nothing serious though."

She folded her arms, "There's plenty of time especially with your studies."

By the time we had gotten to London, we had explored just about everything there was to know about each other. She had even wormed out of me my preference for ladies of the more mature kind...I could feel her stockinged leg pressing against mine...

We stood outside the entrance to the underground station.

"I'll get a cab from here, Edward, if you don't mind. She rummaged in her purse and produced a gold embossed card, "Call me when you have finished in Surrey. I'm free most of the next few days. We should have lunch before you return to your studies."

She reached up and kissed me on both cheeks. I said,

"I'd like that..."

With that she disappeared off into the crowds. I turned the card over in my hand; it read,

Harriet Gaines, Q.C., Phd

Barrister

Specialising in family law.

It gave the address of her chambers and then on the other side, she had written her private address and telephone number.

I wondered what had just happened...Was there something on my forehead that said I was attracted to older women?

I thought Harriet Gaines was somebody worth pursuing...