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.
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