Our Jack - Part 4: Dear Friends

As the years passed by, I saw less and less of Rachel and Georgie. I lost contact with Harpreet altogether after she moved away following her divorce. I barely even bumped into my former friends once my wife and I relocated to Putney. Although Charlotte hadn't yet been made a Partner, successive promotions and accompanying pay rises meant we could afford a larger house. The move corresponded with the arrival of our second son, Ollie. With Ben in pre-school and a part-time nanny (something else we could afford on Charlotte's new salary), I was able to go back to work a couple of days per week, mostly working from home. The days glided by in a rhythm of work and childcare. One sunny September morning, my routine was interrupted by a surprise text from Rachel. It read, "Hi stranger, fancy a cup of coffee at mine tomorrow afternoon? R xx." Aside from any sexual feelings, I was genuinely pleased to hear from a friend and replied immediately, "Sounds great. J xx." We then exchanged texts to confirm that we'd meet at 2 pm. Despite having just a day's notice, I was able to arrange my work schedule to allow for an afternoon off and to have Brigette, our nanny, look after Ollie while I went to Rachel's. Putney to Wimbledon isn't too far so I decided to cycle in the warm autumn weather. I threw on a pair of cargo shorts, a clean T-shirt and headed off. It turned out to be almost too warm. I found myself wishing I?d allowed more time so as to arrive a slightly less sweaty mess. When Rachel answered the door wearing a form-fitting floral sundress, my heart skipped a beat and I forgot all about the weather. I was suddenly reminded of how lovely she looked and how she always carried an air of casual elegance. The smile she gave me instantly put me at ease. I followed her into the house watching her shapely hips sway as she strode down the corridor. My cock began to stir at recollections of it of being buried between those lovely mounds. As we entered the generously sized open-plan living area at the back of Rachel's house, I was jolted back to the present by the surprise of seeing that she had a visitor. Like Rachel, the woman was a dark-complexioned brunette but stood an inch or Üsküdar Escort two taller at 5' 6". She had an intense yet Bohemian look about her. Wearing a bright green, knee-length Kaftan dress with gold bracelets on both wrists and an Egyptian-style gold necklace, she definitely gave off the air of an artist. "Jack, I'd like you to meet Miriam, one of my oldest friends," Rachel said with a smile. "Please don't use that awful word, 'old'. I prefer to say that we're dear friends of long standing," replied Miriam with a schoolmarmish edge to her tone. I reached out my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Miriam." With a hint of disdain in her voice, she responded, "How do you do?" and placed her limp right hand in mine. "Miriam and I were at boarding school together. She was Head Girl in her final year, and I was a year behind. She's been like an older sister to me," Rachel explained. "There's that word again," Miriam chipped back, "I did somewhat take you under my wing back then. Perhaps 'mentor' is a better way to put it." "So what do you do now, Miriam?" I directed the question to my new acquaintance, but it was Rachel who replied, "She's a musician -- first viola in a rather prestigious European ensemble. She's in London this week on tour." "Ahh, that's really interesting. I'm not particularly musical myself, but I do admire anyone who is good enough to make a living at it," I responded. When Miriam failed to acknowledge the remark, Rachel tried to keep the conversation moving by adding, "Jack is an engineer." Miriam didn't look overly impressed but was polite enough to ask what kind of engineer I was. "I trained as a mechanical engineer, but my title now is Engineering Project Manager," I explained, to which Miriam replied, "I suppose there are a lot of engineering projects which need managing." The not-so-subtle derision in her voice made me feel as if I were gate-crashing a reunion. Despite the fact that Rachel had explicitly invited me for that afternoon, I thought I'd better find an excuse to go. "Ahh, Rachel, I've just remembered that I need to pop to the shops before picking Ben up from school. It's been lovely to see you, let's not leave it Escort Üsküdar so long until next time," I said while turning back towards the hallway to the front door. It was quite a surprise when Miriam said, with some authority, "No, you mustn't go yet," and Rachel added, "Yes, please do stay a while longer." ?I?d hate to interrupt two ol? dear friends catching up. I?m sure you have plenty to talk about.? Miriam replied, "Rachel and I were in fact just reminiscing about some of the fun times we had in school. We used to play some really," and here she paused while seeming to search for the right word, "inventive... games." With a wicked glint in her eye, she turned to address Rachel, "Do you remember that village boy we used to meet in the tool shed? What was his name? Wasn?t it Harry?" Rachel replied, "I believe it was Harvey." "Yes, yes, Harvey. He was a nice lad ? lean and softly spoken. He wasn?t the brightest spark, but he was suitably obedient.? With emphasis on this last word, Miriam cast her eye on me and my pulse quickened. Something was definitely brewing, and, as usual, I felt like I was steps behind in the game. Miriam said, "It's a good thing there were no phones with cameras back when we were girls. Can you imagine the scandal if we?d taken some and they'd leaked?" At that, both women laughed and I hoped poor Harvey wasn't scarred by what the two posh girls did to him all those years ago. Miriam asked Rachel, ?You don't have a cane chair like we used back then do you?" "Unfortunately, not. Even if I did, I wouldn't want to explain the damage to David.? Rachel?s remark set my mind racing. I began to question if I wanted to be part of whatever the women had in mind. ?Hmmm?. hang on a minute. I think I might have something that could work," Rachel said, then turned to me and continued, ?Jack, would you mind bringing one of the chairs in from the formal dining room?? I was happy to have an active part in the proceedings and to buy myself a little time to think. So I trotted off to the large dining room at the front of the house and returned carrying a very old and finely crafted mahogany chair. Rachel pointed to the dining chair. "The upholstered Üsküdar Escort Bayan bit pops out leaving the wooden frame. Like this," Rachel said, removing the seat bottom and setting it aside. She seemed very pleased with herself and looked to her friend for approval. Miriam inspected the chair and gave a small nod. She then turned to me and spent what seemed to be an age sizing me up. I was an object waiting for permission to take part in whatever she had in mind. My dick hardened while my head was spinning. "Is he the one you told me about, Darling?" asked Miriam. "He's the one indeed," replied Rachel. "Hmmm... and you say he takes direction well." "Yes, and he knows when to be silent.? "Very well, then," said Miriam as she continued to gaze intently. Calmly and authoritatively, as if there were no chance of my disobeying, she said, "You will strip from the waist down." I was well-practised at obeying the commands given by Rachel and Georgie in that same living space and quickly snapped into subservient mode. I dutifully obeyed, lowering my shorts and boxers together and kicking them off to the side of the kitchen island on which I had been leaning. The mix of fear and apprehension wasn't enough to keep my cock from standing at attention. Miriam glanced at my tool and, for the first time, looked at me with something less than disdain. Miriam indicated the wooden chair frame and commanded, "Sit, Jack." I looked at the rough edges of the wood where the upholstered insert was meant to go and knew that sitting was going to be uncomfortable; however, I was not about to disobey and ruin my chances of joining in whatever sexual delights the women had planned. I found a way to distribute my weight perching in the chair with my hands gripping the frame on either side and my elbows locked straight. I felt terribly exposed with my cock pointing straight up and my balls dangling beneath me. Miriam's next command was directed to Rachel, "Now it's time for you to get things started, Darling." With that Miriam lifted the hem of her dress, exposing a pair of embroidered knickers in a deep claret red. I could see the outline of a dark triangle of pubic hair behind the lace and the unmistakable scent of female arousal began to fill the room. Rachel took two steps towards Miriam, dropped to her knees and started kissing Miriam?s pussy through the knickers. Miriam moaned and said, "It won't take long, I've been getting wet in anticipation."