"I've never followed the crowd," Jenny joked as she and Matt stood on the otherwise empty platform, while the masses headed into town for a night out from the opposite platform.

Matt laughed at Jenny's comment, realising her words were almost certainly true. He had intended to travel home after visiting a bookshop, but he ended up chatting with Jenny, the owner, until closing time.

"Look at what I'm saving you from," Jenny said, pointing to the hordes on the other side of the tracks.

Jenny didn't consider herself lonely, desperate, or irresponsible, but there was something about the stranger she'd encountered in her bookshop that fascinated her. Matt explained that someone he knew online, Misha, had told him a couple of months earlier that she'd found a copy of a friend's book in Jenny's shop, prompting him to take a trip out of town to visit.

Matt's story had amused Jenny, and even more so when she discovered that the book he had referred to was a collection of erotic short stories.

Jenny didn't pretend she remembered all her customers, but Matt's tale had brought everything back. She explained that Matt's online friend had been more animated than most of those who bought similar books, and that his account had made everything clear to her.

"I'd have kept the book for myself if I'd known it was so desirable," Jenny had said, explaining that a quiet read was her current highlight on Saturday nights.

Jenny knew that inviting a stranger home would have raised an eyebrow or two among some of her friends, but this was central to her reasons for doing so.

Jenny was delighted when the train arrived on time, and she and Matt completed the journey to her home without meeting anyone she knew. As they approached her front door, Jenny told Matt that her relief wasn't for the reasons some might assume.

"I wouldn't have cared if we'd been spotted, but if anyone had wanted to chat and had delayed my planned evening of escapism, I'd have been furious," Jenny laughed.

Once Jenny had sat beside Matt on her bed, she explained that she was looking forward to some harmless, gentle fun.

"You'll enjoy sending a message to our online friend, Misha, tomorrow morning to tell her the book's missing a chapter," Jenny giggled.

"You'd better tell me the plot so we can start writing it," John replied.

Rather than using words, Jenny chose actions to tell the new tale. Once she had removed her own, she took off Matt's clothes and told him to kiss every inch of her body.

"If you don't make the last train home tonight, don't worry," Jenny said, offering her lips to Matt so he could get started on his task.

Jenny was thrilled to discover that Matt was in no hurry and was happy to linger over their shared kisses.

"Titties next, please," Jenny giggled, after easing her lips from Matt's and directing them to their next destination.

As Jenny enjoyed Matt's kisses on her breasts and on her eager nipples, she felt very fortunate. She knew there were probably many who could have met her needs, but Matt's apparent laid-back, baggage-free character was at least as important to her, if not more so, than anything else.

Jenny's mind was filled with dreamy thoughts as Matt's kisses drifted over her body. His firm lips on her nipples made her giggle with delight, and she imagined how much fun it would be for Matt to tell the story of his unique liaison with a bookshop owner in years to come.

Matt responded to Jenny's latest request by making his kisses as firm as possible. Jenny was pleased with his efforts and hoped his skills would prove as noteworthy in his final task.

"Lick and suck my naughtiest bits until I shout the house down!" Jenny demanded, aware that Matt would find evidence of how much she was enjoying herself once he reached the destination he'd been dispatched to.

Matt heard Jenny's breathing falter the moment he flicked his tongue playfully inside her. He felt the weight of responsibility as he realised the extent of Jenny's need, but he reminded himself this wasn't about him and focused on his duties.

Jenny's entire body was at the mercy of her arousal, the sensation of Matt's tongue leaving her desperate for him to deliver the finale. The first shiver she felt when his lips sucked convinced Jenny that Matt was on the right track, allowing her to focus entirely on her journey to the finish line.

Matt deepened each kiss, drawing moans of approval from Jenny as she squirmed beneath his lips. Jenny was delighted by the commitment Matt showed to his work. She was soon teetering on the brink, her erotic excitement at levels she'd long thought were a thing of the past.

Once Jenny's body began to shake, Matt took a deep breath and planted a long, firm kiss on Jenny's gorged clit, holding it until her climax erupted. Further work ensured Jenny's body jerked harshly amid the crashing waves of release, filling the air with triumphant cries of ecstasy reminiscent of those she had made decades earlier, in her twenties.

Matt's continued kisses on her clit ensured Jenny savoured every wave and beat of her beautiful experience. Their smiles and laughter remained unbroken as they chatted afterwards, keeping the mood upbeat until they finally fell asleep.

When Matt made his way home the next morning, neither he nor Jenny regretted anything.

Once Jenny was able to speak to her friends about her experience with Matt, they were thrilled for her.

When Matt told Misha what had happened, she told him she'd always think of the two people who had added a chapter to the book her friend Bernie had written. Bernie had passed away a few days earlier, but Misha knew Jenny and Matt's encounter would have been exactly the kind of tale the author would have enjoyed.