Phone rang... interesting, it was the landline number, no one rings me on that number, and everyone I know has my mobile, must be a cold caller. I let it ring and die, I carried on watching my movie. Ten minutes later it rang again, it was nearly nine at night, I paused my movie and went to answer it, cause if I didn't it would only keep disrupting me.
"Hello!"
"O hi Tory, it's Jean, sorry to call so late."
Jean is a neighbour, not next door but on the same estate. I hadn't heard from Jean for a little while, I knew Jean through her husband Rick who unfortunately died a year ago. Rick and I worked together and also socialised, sports and drinking.
Last time I saw Jean she was tending to her front garden where I happened to be returning from one of my bike rides, we chatted for a while. She offered me a coffee, but at that time I took a rain cheque, as I was tired and needed a shower.
So, back to the call, "That's okay Jean, how can I help you?"
She seemed quite apologetic as she asked, "I need to get a couple of boxes down from the loft, I can't do that by myself, Rick always did that sort of thing."
"Of course I can help with that, when do you need them down?"
"O... I can wait till you are ready, no urgency."
It was Wednesday, I asked, "I can come round tomorrow after work, or if you can wait, I can come over at the weekend... Saturday!"
Jean was a slim lady, very attractive, older than me by seven years or so, I was forty five.
Jean said, "I can wait."
I said, "Jean, take my mobile number, I don't usually answer the house phone."
We exchanged phone numbers and arranged for me to go round to her Saturday morning.
Saturday's were usually one of my ride days, I decided that I still wanted to get a ride in so went out early morning, around seven, and got a three hour ride in. Got home had a shower and then went round to Jean.
I got the boxes she wanted down; they were mainly full of Rick's stuff which Jean wanted to go through. We had a coffee and chatted for a bit. We were sat on her sofa, which had plenty of room, but Jean sat very close to me while we went through some memories of Rick from the boxes.
When I got up to leave Jean showed me out and asked, "Are you busy tonight, I would like to offer you some dinner as a thank you for your help today?"
I lived on my own, separated for nine months from a bitch. I said, "The help was nothing, you don't owe me anything, the coffee was just fine."
Jean replied, "Okay, don't think of it as a thank you, just dinner as a friend then."
Jean and I had had what you might call a mishap a couple of Christmas's back, one evening here at Rick and Jean's, Rick and I had had a few drinks that evening. The bitch, who was at that time still with me left their place. We lived a ten minute walk away, I suddenly realised as we got close to home that I had not got my mobile with me. I told the bitch, I'll have to go back and get it, and she said, "I'm not walking back!"
I knew she wouldn't, and so I went back, Jean came to answer. I said I had dropped my phone somewhere so Jean and I went to look for it. I asked, "Where's Rick?"
Jean said as she looked behind some cushions, "He's gone up, probably snoring flat on the bed with the amount of drink in him."
Suddenly Jean looked up and said, "Here you go."
I took the phone and put it in my pocket, as I went to go, I gave Jean a peck on the lips, and said "Thank you."
She was about to open the door when I grabbed her and asked for a proper kiss, she looked at me and said, "Its home with you, you too have had enough to drink." I let go of her in a huff and quite embarrassed and went home.
The next day when I returned home from work, I had seen Rick in the office when I left, so he was not going to be home. I went round to see Jean to apologise. She was... let's say quite understanding, that I was probably under the influence of alcohol. But if the truth be known, I may have had a bit over the limit, but I really fancied Jean.
So back to that Saturday night; I got to Jean around seven for the meal. I took round a bottle of wine, which we started to drink before and during the meal. We had a lot to talk about, and it was nice seeing Jean smile and laugh again.
In all the time I had been friends with Rick and Jean, I never really talked that much to Jean. But she was always there in the background. Jean is a very attractive lady; her face was like it belonged on a cover magazine. Her complexion was so clean like a porcelain doll. And Rick, well he was nothing special. I never knew what attracted Jean to Rick; she always seemed to be out of his league.
She wore a thin flowing short length skirt, just three inches or so above the knee. I had already seen Jean's legs before, but this time there seemed to be a bit more on display. Her legs were very shapely, fantastic form to her thighs; very distinct calf's and very cleans, as in, not a mark upon them.
She had on a sort of tee shirt but with longer sleeves. The neckline came to show a bit of cleavage, in which her boobs did not touch; there was a gap between her pert tits, each tit looked the size of a nice hand full.
She seemed not to have worn a bra, as I could make out the nipples very faintly through the material.
I offered to help her with the washing up after the meal; we had opened a second bottle of wine during the meal which we took through to the lounge.
We were getting on just fine, talking, laughing... reminiscing.
I thought back to that Christmas, but never brought it up, until, Jean who was sat next to me got up to refresh our glasses. As she came back she placed both the wine glasses to one side. I looked at her and she smiled with a glint in her eye, she came and sat straddled on my lap, facing me, I was taken back and was not sure what was going on.
She said, "Fancy that kiss you wanted a couple of years ago?"
Without me saying a word, she took me by surprise; she grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips, soft kisses at first, then full on tongue in mouth swishing around. She began to rock back and forth on my lap. My cock was not in the best position as it grew. I had to lower one hand to move it into a comfortable spot.
She noticed and said, "Let me help with that, as I'm probably the reason for its behaviour."
She slipped off my legs, and wasted no time in unzipping my cock free, did not undo the belt. She grabbed it through the split in my boxer shorts and said, "Nice toy you have here."