Fish And Finger Pie Ch 11 Harriet

Fish and Finger Pie Ch. 11: (Enjoying the pleasures of older women)

Harriet

I was at home for three days, but my parents were hardly ever there. I spent the days reading and walking in the countryside. I did miss this aspect of life in Surrey but I was rapidly becoming bored.

On the evening of the third day with my parents being out at some Rotary Club function or other, I picked up the telephone and dialled Miss Harriet Gaines. She picked up the phone and announced her name,

"Harriet? It's Edward Carter, the medical student you met on the train."

"Edward? Of course, I remember you. Tall dark and handsome..."

I snorted, "I was wondering how you are."

"All the better for hearing from you. I thought I would never hear from you again. I don't know what you must think of me."

"I think you are very nice and kind. You didn't need to pay for that first-class ticket for me."

"Oh, it was my pleasure." She paused briefly, "Are you able to come and see me before you return to Liverpool?"

"I'd like to, if it is okay with you?"

She breathed out audibly, "Of course; I promised you lunch, didn't I?"

The following day, I was outside her block of mansion flats just off Sloane Square in Kensington. I ran my fingers down the list of call buttons until I found her name. I pressed the bell and buzzer sounded. A voice said, "Top floor, last door on the left."

I went up in the old-fashioned elevator; the ones with metal cages for doors, walked along the corridor. I soon found her apartment; the door was ajar. I gingerly pushed it open and said,

"Hello? Harriet?"

She appeared at the hall doorway and walked up to me with a smile. She was wrapped in a fluffy white dressing gown. She kissed me on both cheeks and then said, "I'm just finishing getting dressed. I'm afraid I let a client detain me for far too long on the telephone. Just go into the lounge and take a seat. I won't be long." She reached out, "Here, give me your bag. Help yourself to a drink whilst you wait."

I wandered into the rather large sitting room. It was bright and sunny. Her office was off to the left. She had a rather grand desk that was covered in files tied up with red ribbons. I looked at the drinks cabinet, but decided I didn't fancy anything.

I sat on the sofa as she chatted to me from her bedroom. I could see her in the large mirror as she peeled off the dressing gown. She was wearing a black lace brassiere and had on a suspender belt and some fully fashioned stockings. She bent down to her bed and picked up a pair of matching, silk French Knickers which she quickly pulled on. I spotted the dark patch of neatly trimmed hair below her waist. I blushed and tuned away.

Five minutes later, she appeared at the door wearing a dark coloured pencil skirt and a white blouse.

I asked her, "Are you going to work?"

She laughed, "No, I just thought I would dress up for you, that's all."

I walked up to her and hugged her tight, "You look lovely, Miss Gaines..."

"I take it you approve of what I am wearing then?"

I nodded and she pulled at my hand, "Come on, we have a reservation in thirty minutes..."

Well, if that was lunch, I wouldn't want to see what was for dinner. Fortunately, I had put on my only decent pair of trousers and an open neck check shirt. I don't know whether if the Maître D approved or not, but I really didn't care. We sat in a booth at the rear of the restaurant. By the time we had finished the third and final course, Harriet was sitting close to me on the seat. She drank some white wine whilst had some spring water.

I put my hand on her knee and I felt her legs part as though she was inviting me in. I made little circles on her nylon clad thighs with my fingers. Her legs parted even more.

I felt her arms in mine as we walked back to her apartment. She said she wanted some fresh air.

We shared a hot bath, there being no shower in the 1930s flat. I watched her peel off her clothes as I lay back in the old roll top tub. She initially got in with her back to me as I soaped the white skin of her back. I reached around and found her nipples; they were erect and standing proud. She turned around and lay back.

"I like this, Edward. All my life I've not had enough of it."

I nodded, "Well, perhaps we should make the most of it?"

She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. She worked her way up my body with her knees until her vagina was pressing into my face. I opened my mouth and set my tongue to go about its business. She had full labia lips that seemed to swell as the blood pumped into it. I soon found her clitoris and began to roll it around my mouth and suck at it gently. She climaxed very quickly expending copious amounts of juice over my face. She tasted sweet not unlike Miss Eve all those months ago. Perhaps it was something to do with age?

She pulled me on top of her and guided my pennis into her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication. She was tight but not uncomfortable. My lips fell on her full breasts and I suckled on her nipples. I felt her moan as I moved slowly. I thought I would edge her so I ground hard against her clitoris. As I felt her climaxing, I pulled out and let her contractions subside. I did this three times before I felt myself coming. I know there would be a lot of sperm as I had been celibate for some time. I wasn't going to ask if I could shoot up inside her so I just let myself go. I pumped at her a few more times and then shot the lot deep into her vagina. I ground at her whilst I was still hard and then I felt her contract even harder. She climaxed again, shooting fluids all over the bed as I pulled out.

She breathed out, "You bugger, Carter. No one has done that to me for years."

She grabbed some tissues and shoved them between her legs. "I can't be bothered going to the bathroom. Let me lay here and recover..."

I snorted and lay back as she snuggled up to me. I felt myself drifting off.

When I awoke, it was dark and I was alone. I could hear Miss Gaines in her office talking on the telephone. I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and grabbed a tee-shirt from my bag. I went to the bathroom and peed in her toilet. I didn't flush the pan in case whoever was on the phone asked her any questions. I washed off my penis in some warm water; I was a little sore from where she had ground at me.

I poked my face into her office. She was sitting on her desk speaking on the phone. She was just wearing the white dressing gown. She saw me and smiled and then parted her pegs so that I had a full view of the dark mass between her legs. She smiled at me, covered the mouthpiece and said,

"Go and make some tea. I'll be with you in a minute."

I felt her arms wrap around me as I stood in the kitchen. She nuzzled into my neck, "Sorry about that, Edward. Just picked up an emergency case for tomorrow."

I turned to her, "Would you like me to leave?"

"No! I have a lunch time meeting tomorrow with the solicitor. He's over in Hammersmith, so plenty of time. It's a straightforward case; bread and butter for me."

She sipped her tea, "Are you hungry?"

I nodded.

She said, "There's a pub on the corner, they do a nice fish and chips, if you like?"

I smiled, "That would be perfect, Miss Gaines."

She rapped me on the shoulder, "That makes me sound so old..."

She ran to the door, "I'll just pull on some trousers and a sweater; give me five minutes."

It took me all of two minutes to put on what I had earlier. I sat on the bed as she pulled on a pair of knickers a pair of socks and a brassiere topped off with yet another blouse; she must have had hundreds. A dark jacket completed the outfit. She looked good.

The bar was busy but we managed to find a table in the corner. She pushed a twenty-pound note in my hand. "I'll have a gin and tonic to go with my chips; all this sex has made me starving."

I sat and nursed a bottle of beer. The food arrived about ten minutes later, The young waitress smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at her.

She looked at me with her eyes wide open, "Can you stay tomorrow?" Her hand reached out to mine.

I shook my head, "Sorry, Harriet, I've already booked my ticket."

"Have you got any arranged appointments like a tutorial or something?"

"No, but I have some course work to complete before the weekend."

She put down her knife and fork, "What if I got you a ticket for the day after?"

Her eyes implored me. I didn't feel like I could say no.'

"I do have some money. you know?"

She snorted, "I have more than enough, more than I could ever spend. Now say you'll stay?"

I nodded and she squealed with delight.

We had a couple more drinks and it was getting late. She said,

"Let me go to the loo before we go home. I'm still leaking with your bloody sperm..."

I raised my eyebrows.

She clutched me tight as we walked the short distance back to her apartment. I had plenty of work to do whilst she was away tomorrow. I liked being with her despite her being old enough to be my grandmother. I had realised that mature women knew what they wanted and wouldn't mess around trying to get it.

She scrubbed herself clean in the bath whilst I watched her. After she got out, I quickly go into the hot water thinking I should probably freshen myself up a little as well.

As I towelled myself off, she pressed her lips to mine and pushed in her tongue. I could taste the gin and tonic on her breath but it was not unpleasant. I felt myself going hard. I wondered what pleasures awaited me this evening...

Again, she mounted me and shoved her vagina into my face. I duly obliged and soon had her almost to climax. I lifted her slightly licked my lips and allowed her so settle back onto my mouth. I edged her five times before I let her climax. My mouth was filled with her juices.

This time I turned her over and lifted up her hips with her face down in the pillows. She was moist and wet and my penis slipped in easily. I pumped away at her then felt her pull out.

"I looked at her, "Is anything wrong, Harriet?"

She shook her head, "No, no. I just need a little more lubrication. She reached into her bedside table, extracted a tube of gel and smeared it around her vagina and rosebud. She grasped my penis and rubbed the lubricant all over it. She quickly went back on all-fours and I re-entered her.

I pumped away and I felt a hand reach out behind her. She grabbed my penis and pushed it up against her rosebud.

"Harriet, are you sure?"

She nodded, "Just be gentle."

I raised my eyebrows; okay, if the lady wants it...

I pushed the tip of my penis firmly against her rosebud. I managed to get it in slightly. I felt her muscle relax and pushed in a little more. The gel had done its job and I gradually entered more and more with each thrust. I felt her gasp at one point so I quickly pulled out.

"No, no. Carry on. I'm getting used to it. It's a different sensation."

This time, my penis went in easily. I rode her for a few minutes until I felt my sperm loading up and getting ready for a big release.

I said, "Do you want it in?"

I felt her shake her head so I immediately pulled out. I was ready to burst but she quickly wiped down my shaft with a tissue and took my member right into her throat. I let go. The sperm dribbled out of the side of her mouth. I felt her panting as she firmly planted her mouth on mine and passed over what sperm she had not swallowed. I laughed.

We lay together as the local church bells sounded one in the morning.

She was on the crook of my arm, "I wasn't quite ready for that, Edward."

I nodded, "It's not to everyone's taste. Did it hurt?"

"A little because I wasn't prepared.

"They say it gets easier the more you try it."

She wrapped me on the shoulder, "Oh, so you know about these things, do you?"

I smiled, "Plenty of other things to keep us occupied..."

She said, "You know I was at an all-girls Catholic boarding school? Well, the nuns constantly banged into our heads that boys were evil. They told us never to allow a boy to touch you until you were married."

I replied, "I was at an all-boys' school. I knew nothing of the fair sex until I went to university. A mature lady took me in hand and showed me how to pleasure a woman."

She sat up, "Oh do tell me about it. I promise I won't get jealous."

I told her about Rashmika but omitted the part about her being one of my university professors. I told Harriet that she was my first adventure in sex.

"Have you had others?" She asked.

I nodded and yes, they have all been a lot older than me except for one. I was thinking about Kajaria and wondering whatever happened to her. Since our illicit night, she had been chaperoned twenty-four seven.

I said, "The young one was a virgin and she wanted to keep it that way."

"Hmm; there are some women out there like that."

I snorted, "Nah, she was Asian. Did everything else apart from take it up the vagina. Said she wanted to be whole for her husband on her wedding night."

"Did you go in via the back door?"

I nodded.

"Lucky girl...I missed out on all that, chasing my career. I've decided that I'm going to enjoy myself from now on. I don't want to die having missed out on life's pleasures.

"Somehow, Harriet, I don't think will happen.

At some point we must have dozed off. I was awakened about eight in the morning when Harriet plonked down a cup of tea on my bedside table.

"I let you sleep, Edward, no sex this morning. I don't want to be distracted by a leaking pussy in my meeting. I've already had a quick bath."

I sat up and watched her get dressed. She had a trim figure for someone of her age. No doubt, the lack of children had contributed to this. She wriggled into a black brassiere, an eight-strap suspender belt and then sat down and opened a pack of expensive stockings she had taken from a drawer. She carefully rolled them onto her legs and clipped them to the belt. She turned around and asked,

"Are my seams straight?"

I nodded as she went back into her drawer and extracted a pair of black, silk French Knickers.

I asked, "Do you always wear stockings?"

She smiled at me, "If I can. When it's really cold I'll wear tights but they make me too hot." She shrugged her shoulders, "I've always worn stockings since I was a teenager and I see no reason to change now."

"You look good in them, Harriet."

She wasn't appearing in court today so she put on a grey pin-striped skirt suit that she had extracted from a wardrobe. Just before she left, she disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the lock close which was strange because she had never done that since I had arrived.

On returning, she spent about ten minutes applying some minimalist make-up, kissed me on the lips and clattered out on her stiletto heels.

I lazed about for an hour or so dozing off listening to the bedside radio and then I decided to get up and get something to eat. I took a quick bath, dressed and went into the kitchen to find it was completely absent of anything that could possibly pass for food.

Going back into the bedroom, I spotted the tube of lubrication that had fallen down by her side of the bed. I picked it up and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. To my surprise, I was confronted by an assortment of vibrators, rubber dildoes and all manner of electrical gadgets designed to relieve the daily stresses of a busy and unattached female. I examined the items taking care to replace them exactly where I had found them. I quietly closed the drawer and opened the lower one. It was there that I discovered several butt plugs of varying sizes ranging from small to rather large. In a plastic packet was a set of anal beads.

I wondered why she had told me she hadn't experienced anal intercourse before. I shook my head not wishing to get into the complicated female mind. I pulled on my jacket and headed off to the nearest café to get something to eat.

I passed the pub and, as it was gone twelve-thirty, I thought pub grub would satisfy the need for food. I ordered a Ploughman's from the lady at the bar, sat down with a soft drink and opened one of my books. The waitress who had given me the stare the other night brought my food. I nodded at her.

She said, "Where's your grandmother this afternoon?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Working, I do believe."

She sat down furtively, "You like them old?"

I shook my head, "No, just much more mature than ladies of a similar age to you."

She opened her eyes, "I'm very mature for my age."

I put my head in the book, "If you'd excuse me, I'd like some peace and quiet>"

She stood up roughly, "You don't know what you are missing..."

I ignored her and finished my lunch.

When I returned to the apartment, Harriet was there, still dressed in her work clothes; I smiled at her, "Meeting finished early?

She nodded and wrapped her arms around me, "I wanted to get back to you as soon as possible."

Ten minutes later, she was straddled over me as I ate her out. She was still wearing her stockings having just removed her knickers. After she climaxed, she got off me and went on all fours with her bottom in the air.

"You can have me now; any way you like."

I was about to lubricate my shaft when I saw that she had inserted a large butt plug before she left this morning.

She reached around and extracted the implement, "I was stretching it out for you, Edward."

Her annus was distended and engorged. I pressed my penis against her rosebud and it just slid right in. I pushed all the way in, right up to my balls. She moaned quietly as I grasped her hips and shoved them against me.

I went to pull out just before I came but she held me firm, "Give it to me..."

I gave it to her. I shot my load deep into her bowels. I stayed inside her as her anus slowly began to constrict and push out my penis as it subsided.

She was panting, "I enjoyed that..."

I rolled her over and lay next to her, "I thought you said you hadn't done this before?"

She patted me on the chest as her arm came over, "I don't recall saying that, exactly. A lady has to have some secrets."

I thought about the collection of implements in her bedside drawer and decided to keep my own counsel.

We must have had sex a dozen times that night. By the finish I couldn't come anymore; I was dry as a bone. I fell asleep as she masturbated using a rather large personal massager from her collection. When I awoke the next morning, the sheets were mess of dried sperm and God knows what else.

She cried when I left to catch my train to Liverpool. I promised to call her but she knew that I probably wouldn't. My adventure with the sixty-five-year old was over...