Midnight Snack
By Esther Rose
It was night. Mrs. Patmore was busy still cleaning the mess from the baking they had prepared for tomorrow. Daisy seemed to get the flour everywhere when rolling out pie crusts. Mrs. Patmore removed her apron as she sweat from the exertion of cleaning Daisy's mess. The fire crackled and she swore under her breath that next time Daisy could stay up late and finish the job. She heard a soft knock on the door frame and she jumped.
"Oh you startled me!"
"Sorry," Tom Branson softly said. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the coarse hair on his muscular chest. "I just came down for a spot of tea. I didn't think anyone would be milling about at this time of night."
Mrs. Patmore suddenly realized she wasn't wearing her apron and it wasn't proper for Mr. Branson to see her in such a state. "Mr. Branson! I…I wasn't expecting anyone." She tried to cover her ample bosom with the apron.
Tom smiled devilishly, stealing a glance at her voluptuous figure. "No, it's no problem at all Mrs. Patmore, and please, call me Tom." He walked toward the stove to retrieve a kettle. "I won't be but a moment."
"Please, Mr. Branson,"
"Tom."
Mrs. Patmore hesitated. "Tom." She liked the way his name fit in her mouth. "Sit a spell and I'll fetch it for you."
She went toward him, her hand reaching for the kettle. Her fingers brushed against his hand. A surge of inexplicable electricity went through her entire being.
Tom smiled coyly, they had once worked together, and now he was her superior and he liked it. He took her advice and pulled a chair close to the fire. Mrs. Patmore was bending down to stoke the flames and she wiped a bit of perspiration off her forehead with the back of her hand. Tom couldn't help but stare at the robust bottom before him. He swung his leg over the chair, one muscular thigh on each side of the back. He saw a drop of sweat trickle down Mrs. Patmore's chin and dangle until it fell between her breasts. "A bit hot down here, isn't it?" He chuckled as he rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. Mrs. Patmore noticed his taut arms and shuddered with a feeling she thought was long dormant. She wasn't sure what had come over her but she thought she would take a chance and remove her bonnet. She let it slip to the floor as she uncoiled her bun. Her hair fell to the sides of her face making her look and feel ten years younger.
"Mrs. Patmore…"
She placed a single finger on his lips and shushed him. "Please, call me Beryl."
"Beryl." Tom uttered in barely a whisper. Slowly, Mrs. Patmore ran her hands up her own body as if discovering it and exploring it for the first time. She played with each button on her top before undoing them, one by one.
Tom's member bulged with anticipation as Mrs. Patmore's voluptuous figure stood naked before him. "Your turn." She said as she took her place leaning against the large wood table meant for preparing food. She smiled thinking she would be the only dinner Tom would eat tonight.
Tom stood and unzipped his pants. His rod burst from his under shorts ready to be tamed. Mrs. Patmore's box dripped with desire. Tom approached her and lifted her onto the table with great effort. "Not as young as I used to be." Mrs. Patmore said shyly.
Tom replied "I'm young enough for both of us." Tom's mouth sought out her moist entrance as Mrs. Patmore moaned with delight. His tongue explored ravenously as she climaxed again and again.
"Get your willy inside me!" Mrs. Patmore demanded.
"Yes, ma'am." Tom answered and slipped his enormous, throbbing cock into her wet wonderland. He rhythmically pounded into her as she breathlessly called his name. He couldn't control his desire for the sensuous woman below him and his sweet release came.
Sweat dripped from them both as the tea kettle hissed next to them. They held each other satisfied and spent until daybreak.
Fin.