Mornington-By-Mere – (89) In His Favourite Chair

Widowed Professor Keith Stewart was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.
He was in his fifty-fifth year and was considered by everyone who knew him in academic circles to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.
But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.
He lived in the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
There were a number of cottages and small houses in the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside and he lived at number 1 Dulcets Road Cottages which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered chair.
His daughter Julie was away at University herself and as much as he loved her he loved having the house to himself more and that was because he had a lover.

Laura Prins was a single parent and lived in the house next door with her son Liam but he was also away at University.
Keith would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Laura.

Their relationship began at Christmas ten years earlier when he had too much wine and kissed her, and to his great delight she kissed him back.
At first they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, such as when their children were at school, or at a friends or later on when they were working, but in the three years since the children went off to University they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.
So when all his lectures were cancelled for the day he took the opportunity to get home to Mornington and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Laura.

As she wasn’t expecting him back he phoned her from the car but it went straight to voice mail.
He was disappointed not to have spoken to her but he pressed on regardless and by the time he reached the village it was early afternoon and the sun, which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength.
He parked the car on the drive and when he went in through the side gate he was surprised to find that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study.
He walked towards the open doors and was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.
But as he got closer he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not so instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains first and he spied a scene which changed the Professor mood in an instant.
His next door neighbour and lover, Laura Prins was sitting in his favourite leather chair.
He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.
But at that moment he loved it even more as Laura sat in the chair with one leg draped over the arm and she was wearing his daughter Julie’s old school uniform and she was smiling because she knew he was watching her.
“Come in professor”
So he did as instructed and pushed the curtain aside and stepped in.
“How did you know I was coming?” he asked
“I spoke to Liam this morning and he told me that lectures had been cancelled” she explained “And I knew what you would want to do with your free time”
“You know me to well” he said as he closed the distance between them “I’m clearly too predictable”
“I would have been very disappointed if you hadn’t come home” she said
“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint you” he said and bend down her kissed her expectant lips
“You never have yet” she said coyly

An hour later the middle aged schoolgirl had more of her uniform on the floor than on her and he was no better.
“Time to get you up to the dorm girl” he said and slapped her buttock
“Yes Professor” she responded, then she pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.
“They wouldn’t call me dry and crusty, or dull if they knew how I spent my afternoons” he said to himself and smiled.