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Emotion in motion LL. That is sex in a nutshell.
Bearing that in mind here are some of the lovely women who have engaged in such activities with me, both during and after your time. Photography has a lot to answer for. That and, I guess, something I possess and for the hell of me I don't know what it is, but sure am glad I have it!
There are repeats here, repeats of women you have seen before and of whom I have written in the past.
Note the dates and locations in several instances....
Los Angeles 2008
I was allowed, even encouraged,to take a lot of intimate photos over the years LL. I guess they all trusted me, as you should have done. Shame I couldn't trust you.
If you are wondering, did I. Of course almost straight after this shot. Why do you think she is in this position. However not in that chair LL.
No name or other details here in view of who it is.
This photo was taken outside a building in Hampstead. It was late evening and that is the back garden wall you see in the shot LL. The lady is Jewish and had commissioned me - one of my early well paid commissions - to take her photo. That took part mainly that afternoon, Thursday May 17.
Judith had entertained me to dinner - she was single and, well I like Jewish fare. Some wine flowed, more to her than me and she decided she would like to be photographed nude LL. This one of several I took. Not one of best as I only used the in built flash on the camera.
She was as you can see dark haired but no maiden as I found out shortly after this shot....to my delight I hasten to add...and hers.
This naughty young lady was a guest at a pool party as was I. Back then I didn't own my villa there and had flown there from Paris where I was staying in my apartment at the invitation of a friend.
By late afternoon many of the lunchtime party had drifted away. There were, as there always is at these affairs a number of scantily clad ladies around in bikinis. I use the word 'ladies' advisedly as I had found out and was to find out quite a few were far from being demure shy things.
I was staying with the host and he had given me the freedom of a separate 'cottage' in his grounds. The young lady above had been flirting with me all lunchtime and into the afternoon. As the people drifted away I went back to my 'cottage' to relax and decide what to wear for the evening's festivities.
I was fiddling with one of my cameras when a shadow appeared at my feet. I was sitting facing the doorway you see above, LL. Annabel stood there in her bikini, looking very becoming. She had put her bikini top back on. Most of the younger women had been topless, which was rather nice for the men there.
She didn't say anything beyond 'Hello' then disappeared momentarily. When she reappeared she was naked as you see her above, having discarded her swimsuit entirely. Annabel then asked me to take her photo just standing there. There was no way I was going to refuse LL. So I did. In fact I took a lot more than just the one.
She was a delight to behold as I am sure you would agree if you were me. I cast my eyes over her entire body and smiled. She smiled back, the little minx, and she was a minx LL that I can tell you. I had noticed, for want of a better phrase that the lips around her pussy were swollen as she stood before me. Afterwards, and I mean afterwards, I worked out that she been working on herself to get aroused when she stepped out of my sight earlier. That plus the fact that as she walked into the room she rubbed herself down there.
Annabel wanted to be laid and it didn't take an expert to work that out. The more she rubbed herself the harder I became. I was in shorts and a polo shirt (nothing changes eh, LL). Annabel walked tow ard me and I just about shed my shorts and polo when she reached me. She reached up kissed me and we made it to my bedroom on the same floor minutes later.
Can you imagine her laying on her back, legs apart looking up at me and making comments about how large my erection was? Well I didn't LL. Two years and a bit after I last saw and serviced you LL and here I was about to lay a very youthful young woman who was willing to give herself to me. I am writing this as i have all my other encounters as a sort of revenge. Not that I ever wanted such a thing. It just reinforces the fact that I didn't need you. I had moved on, reluctantly, in March 2004.
I nearly forgot Annabel's legs which I have left in the air! Her pussy was indeed swollen and moist. She said she felt like sucking on something. I remember banter about lollipops before she straddled me, with her pussy over my face almost dripping her juices into my mouth. as I felt her mouth around my erection LL. That was lovely. I quite enjoy a blow job from time to time.
On this occasion I made her come with my tongue and she drew some of the sticky stuff from me, but I hadn't ejaculated. Quite the active young woman the next thing is she is straddling me again and teasing me by dangling her boobs just out of reach of my mouth. Eventually she allowed me to suck on those firm breasts as she wiggled about and lined up my erection in her opening.
It was a tight fit to begin with and she lowered herself quite slowly onto me gasping when I was fully in. Annabel was now sitting upright on me, my hands fondling her lovely breasts which had engorged and hardened from their already firmness. She began to rock to and fro faster and faster. Her clitoris was obviously well aroused rubbing on my pubic bone as it was.
Due to what she was doing I had no room for manoeuvre, so to speak. She had impaled herself on me and wasn't ready to raise herself a little until she came. Then she did, making lots of ohhh sounds and shouting out 'Yesss!'
She extracted herself from my erection rolled on her back next to me, opened her legs lifted them up and I entered her. This time with plenty of room to manoeuvre. I think I fucked her silly that afternoon, coming down so firmly on her that she moved up the bed twice and I had to pull her back down. I think she thought when is this going to finish. Her face was screwed up, she shouted out, she moaned, she gasped, she squirmed under me, she thrust upward and then I came and she gushed.
Her endorphins must have flowed well that afternoon because later, much later that night she came back for more.
Interesting LL, as to who is interested in one's interest isn't it.
That isn't a suntan on the lady above, so maybe you can guess her ethnicity. No, not black but Indian. Now fancy that me laying an Indian girl not more than a few miles from your front door.
Gorgeous body and her skin was something else. I will give you a date so you can see where it fits in...and I did fit in rather well, apparently. The photo was taken at her home on Monday June 4 2004 in the evening. She had a lovely shapely body with curves in all the right places and breasts of just the right size. Indian women could teach you a thing or two about lovemaking LL and Chaaya certainly knew.
Imagine while you thought you were cheating on me with one or two men, here I was doing so with far more women and I'm sure you thought I was just being a 'good boy'. Your own fault for losing my trust. I fucked my Indian lady a fair few times over the two years 2004 and 2005, all while I was seeing you LL. The fact we spent two years having sex when we could, tells you something about my skills let alone Chaaya's!
As you know I spent quite a bit of time in Norway and Sweden before I met Ash. Mainly photo commissions. I still visit to catch up with, shall we say, 'old friends'.
I haven't featured this lady before. Her name is Sigrid. She posed for this shot LL and several others of course as I had been engaged to take a shoot for her following a recommendation from a friend. It was pretty testing seeing her nude (for that part of the shoot) bouncing around her very nice home in
Älta...and they did bounce. Quite a few Swedish women have an open approach to sex seeing outside of marriage as a purely physical thing that brings, hopefully, mutual satisfaction. Toward the end of the shoot, the nude part, Sigrid told me that was her view.
She was quite free with her views and it proved quite free, at least with me that day and two nights with her body. I have seen many women naked LL, you among them, but Sigrid was close to perfection in every area. Great face and blue eyes that you could get lost in and that beautiful body. OK her boobs were o the large side but not so large I couldn't get my hands round them.
We ate in and ate out those two days. Sigrid wafted around in just a flimsy dressing gown quite a bit of the time - easier for good sex she said. After our first bout in bed I believed her. It was fantastic. She came three times, once without any need for err...stimulation. I never slept so well that first night until she woke me up the next morning by straddling me and not allowing an EMHO to go to waste. Happy days LL and a happy daze, in this instance.
Not sure if you recall Summerlin in Fort Myers that well, but off the road are a number of restaurants which I frequented during several visits in 2005.
One evening I was invited out to eat with Gary and a few mates at Ruby Tuesdays. We had a couple of beers and a burger and salad (burgers are not my scene, but that was what was on offer). As the evening progressed the guys gradually drifted off to go home to their wives and girl friends, until there was just two of us. Then he went. It was only just around the corner to WLC my place that you visited LL so I ordered another beer. After all I had no one to go home to.
At least that's what I thought. I sat at the bar chatting to the lady above Ellie. It was quiet, virtually no one there midweek and she had cleaned up. We talked so much that I was still there when she said she had to close up. I guess I chatted her up, to use an English phrase. I waited until she locked up and said goodbye to the other two staff and I walked with her to her old VW Polo in the parking lot.
During the evening I had told her where I lived in FM and in England, talked about my travels and talked about how she ended up serving in a burger joint. As we walked she said it must be great to wake up and be able to walk out to your own pool and swim before breakfast. I said to her why don't she try it sometime. Her reply was...'Is that an offer?' I told her sure.
As we stood by her car she said how about tomorrow morning and I replied...why not. That means I would have to sleep at your place she had replied. To which I responded, not a problem. The upshot was that she gave me a kiss and said she would follow me in her car...and she did.
We arrived. I operated the garage door and when it was fully up drove in. Right behind me Ellie did the same thing. I lowered the doors with fob and led the way into the house. I offered Ellie a drink and as I prepared it she took a look around. then we put the pool light on and sat outside under the Lanai....sipping our ice cold Sam Adams.
Ellie wanted to shower so I showed her my shower which, as you once knew LL, had a fair bit of room in it. Guess what? She said why don't I join her so I did. I didn't need that invitation twice! we were lathered all over. She lathered me and to my delight I was able to lather her allover as well. No sex in the shower that evening, although we did the following morning and that was something in itself as Ellie had never been taken from behind before.
After we showered and dried off, both naked we made it the few short feet to my bed. The...well then we had sex after which Ellie cuddled up against me and fell asleep. I followed her shortly afterward as I recall.
I woke the following morning to find her looking at me from her pillow smiling broadly. I guess I had hit the mark in a manner of speaking, the night before.
When I was fully awake she had a mischievous look in her eyes and her hand traveled under the covers to find the object of her interest. She found it and found that it was very interested. We made love again LL in the very same bed you had once lain in and been laid in.
I took the shot above among others that morning in one of the other bedrooms. Just spotted they were stripped down to the mattress, so I guess the washing machine must have been doing its thing.
Ellie became something of a regular visitor and swimmer in the pool and...at night we bathed in the nude. No lights on just feeling our way. I always let her know when I was visiting from the UK. Another case of happy days...
I couldn't believe my luck or rather good fortune when I returned to my room in this hotel LL. Instead of travelling south as you thought on this occasion in February of 2005, I travelled north. The reason was innocent enough. I was visiting my late wife's cousin and his wife and daughter. on the way back I decided to take a look round Edinburgh and stayed over two nights.
Incidentally, from there I went and stayed with a friend with ummm ....benefits in Keswick. Then back to you LL on the Friday for lunch. You were so easily fooled.
Anyway as I said I stayed in Edinburgh. I enjoyed having a look at the place. The last time I was there was as a boy with my father, on the way to visit my granddad near Arbroath. I was able to check in early thanks to the kindness of the lady above who was on the front desk when I arrived. My room was ready apparently, it was quiet and we struck up a conversation which started with 'Have you come far today?' I could see she was an open and lady and I caught a bit of mischievous in eyes and smile. I replied that I hadn't come as far as I wished...yet. I knew I was onto something when she giggled then covered her mouth and regained her demeanour.
I went to my room which was only one flight up having followed Kirsty there. I expected her to disappear when she had shown me where the room was but she followed me in pointed out the bathroom and told me all the beds had new mattresses. She was flirting outrageously in my book, so I said I'd be sure to test mine that nights. She just smiled.
I went off to lunch and to take in a little of Edinburgh. When I returned late afternoon there was a different woman on the desk. I showered, changed, watched some TV and then around seven went out to find somewhere for dinner. I was writing my very first book back then LL, so I took my note book and while I ate jotted down a few ideas for the plot I was developing. Quite a nice meal I seem to remember.
I walked back to the hotel and had a nightcap in the bar. No sign of Kirsty. I guessed she was off duty. I was wrong.
When I returned to my room there she was on the couch kneeling as you see her above and completely naked. 'Well' she said, as I took all of her in, 'You did say you were going to test the mattress tonight'. I told Kirsty she was a minx and we both laughed. I asked if I could take her photo and she allowed the shot above LL. No others bar one and I'm not posting that one!
I took my clothes off. Her body even untouched at that stage had the required effect on me. I walked over to where she knelt on the end of that couch. She took my erection in hand while I caressed her breasts. Then she bent down and used her tongue and mouth on me. That was very, very nice. Kirsty paused for a moment and said I expect you to do the same for me. I was enjoying what she was doing so much that I merely nodded.
She had drawn a little 'sticky stuff' from me but I hadn't come. We both stood naked and embraced. We kissed. I could feel her boobs tight against my chest. I moved my hands to her bottom and lifted her up. Kirsty didn't weigh that much and I carried her over to the bed LL. All this just a few days after leaving you.
I laid her gently on the bed as she opened her legs and drew me between them. She pulled me down gently and we kissed as she wrapped her legs around me. Eventually we parted. I knelt up and Kirsty released her legs from around me. I took her boobs in hand, working them until I felt they were engorged and her nipples upright. Then I fulfilled my side of things by working on her pussy with my tongue. She came moaning all the way. just as she was getting there I reached up and squeezed both her boobs hard which gave her orgasm added impetus.
I was pretty horny myself and gave her little time to recover. Supporting her legs in the classic position I entered her. She was very wet, her pussy wide open and engorged as I slipped in LL. The rset I am sure you can guess.
Kirsty woke quite early, showered and dressed and then as she told me went on duty. I'm not sure quite how she managed to appear like she had just turned up for work, but it seems she managed it. I checked out with her after breakfast, her hand lingering on mine as she passed me the bill. She said, ' I hope you enjoyed your stay with us sir. Do come again'. There were two people behind me and I nearly burst out laughing. I said, 'I really enjoyed exploring and would be back to look into things a little deeper'. She gave me a broad smile and I left. Not one to pass up such opportunities for a replay and rematch LL, I did go back several times.
Kirsty also flew down to see me in London a couple of times at my expense, all unknown by you.
This young lady was another contact of Debbie's my hairdresser/barber. I had called on Debbie at my barbers for my normal shearing. We were pretty good friends by now and also occasional lovers, when the mood took us...or rather took Debbie.
On the day in question, a Wednesday in June of 2004 she asked me if I would deliver a small parcel to Sarah a friend of a friend as it was on my back home in one of the villages. Debbie said she would phone Sarah to let her know. I'm not sure what else she had told her either then or in the past, but when called at the house I was greeted by someone in their late twenties. Twenty nine it turned out, clad only in a gown. Late riser I thought.
I was about to hand her the parcel when she said to come in. I did and she offered me a drink. I chose coffee. It was instant but that was fine. As Sarah made the coffee she had to bend down to get milk from under the counter fridge. I couldn't help but look and saw no bra evident just a pair of fairly small breasts. I am sure she knew what she was doing and later that fact was borne out by events.
We sat across the kitchen table. Sarah told me her parents were in France on holiday and she was house sitting. As the conversation meandered on she suddenly said, 'I've heard about your skills, you know'. 'Really', I replied, 'What skills'. 'Skills with these', she said, and shrugged her gown off leaving it hanging on the back of the chair. It then fell to the floor and she pointed to her boobs with the index finger of both hands. She was wearing only white panties, as you can see in the photo above.
'You can have me if you like. I know you are good', Sarah said. 'Or bad', I replied, 'Are you sure you want me to bad?'.
At that point she drew her legs up onto the chair and slipped her hand inside her panties and started rubbing herself and panting. I think the panting was put on, but she knew what she was doing. WE ended up in a bedroom LL where she learned some new pleasures that she had yet to be introduced to. By the time we had finished she had been introduced well and truly. The only drawback to Sarah was that for a while she kept coming back for more, mainly at my place.
I wasn't complaining. She may have had small boobs, but they were very responsive and she had a lovely tight pussy that enhanced both our experiences. I say it was a drawback but only for the fact that I had other women in tow, as you have since learnt, and it cramped my style a little.
Imagine me showering with this lady LL. Her name is Emily and she was as sexy as they come..and come she did just before this shower.
I met her via that website and we enjoyed a nice few times together. Not many as she was married and just seeking something a bit different, so we used to meet in Bury St Ed's at an hotel. A town that neither of us had any connection with, she coming from Norwich.
Her job necessitated her being away sometimes and that is when we use to meet for a little playful activity. This shot was taken November 2004 in or rather just outside the hotel shower. Imagine your body against Emily's or rather imagine my body against hers. No comparison with your body, past or present, is it.
As we couldn't meet that frequently, when we did we used to fuck each other silly LL. Me on top, her on top, me licking her and Emily giving me blow jobs as she used to love my coming over those gorgeous breasts of hers....she would swallow my cum as well.
Happy days.....again.
I really like this black and white shot I took of Janice (not her real name - bit close to your home). I set the camera on a very high resolution to capture this photo. I like it for it's quality not hust the subject matter and Janice posed for it of course.
Seems they grow big boobs in your neck of the woods LL. Must be something in the water. I never complained though whenever J's were in my hands or ...mouth. That was a very inviting pussy that Monday morning. You had just left for work and I had left yours seemingly heading home. I guess I was in a manner of speaking...heading home into Janice's pussy.
What you see above received a very good licking just after this shot. After all I was already on my knees when I took it so why waste the opportunity. J said she had never ever come at ten in the morning on a Monday. I told her there's a first time for everything...and a second and third. Yep - she came three times in her bedroom that morning LL. From my tongue. From her riding me the second time and the third when I drilled down into her from above.
Her breasts kept my fella at attention throughout and later when we slept together that night....and in the morning before I left for home. J was a regular at Janice's until we parted in October 2005 then I hardly returned to the area.
This lady was available to me just before I met Carole. I had met her via another website, not the one we used, and she asked me to go on holiday with her. Not straight away of course. We had dated and slept together a few times beforehand. Her name is Claire and she lived in Norwich at that time. An easy hook-up she used to say, especially as she loved the way I made love to her.
We went to Majorca, not my choice, hers. That was something of a coincidence as I also went there with Carole, later the same year. The only difference was exactly that years. Claire was in her thirties and Carole just about fifty. I won't knock Carole in anyway, she was a fantastic lover (far, far better than you LL!), but Claire was younger, firmer and had bigger boobs than Carole.
We rented a small villa, or rather I did. On the day I took the shot above, among others, we had both been on our sun loungers. Claire topless as you can see and me in my trunks. The shot was taken late afternoon before we showered and changed for the evening.
Claire had no qualms about intimate shots including the one above. The reason she pulled her bikini bottom back like that was to tempt me into bed....not that i needed it! I think she said there's a pussy that needs attention as she swung her legs round and revealed her opening, LL.
I have noted that it was pink (obviously) and moist when I looked at her there. It was just waiting for me and the attention it sought, so I didn't disappoint Claire or her pussy, or her breasts. A lovely bought of lovemaking followed quite quickly after the shot above, followed by a shared shower. I wanted to take her from behind in the shower and she agreed.
We stood under the shower sharing its warm deluge. I lathered Claire's body and in particular her boobs which received a lot of attention. She had turned around as I continued to squeeze her breasts then she arched he back sticking her butt out toward me and I guided myself into her. There's something very sexy about two slippery bodies under a shower making love.
Her pussy was very receptive and I slid in without a problem. Claire's hands were on one wall of the shower, partly to steady herself and partly to help her arch her back. I thrust in and almost out repeatedly. Claire for her part thrust against me as much as i did into her. Her gasps of pleasure made me harder - then her moans and her outpourings of ohhh's, yes, yes's and finally, 'Oh my God', as she came and . I did as well.
It was so good LL that I was still hard and erect when we both left the shower. I had shot my lot but that didn't stop Claire sucking on my erection, until I felt myself coming again. this time though the 'deposit' was a little less than my full on earlier one. Claire took it all in her mouth.
As she stood still damp I came up behind her, kissed her neck and took her boobs on both my hands. Our meal that night was quite late.....as we ended up back in bed our hands all over each other. Every time I touched her clit she would react. It was still quite sensitive from our previous exercise.
I managed to get between her legs with my head right down there and licked her all round her pussy without touching her clit. Then I did. She nearly shot through the ceiling, bucking upward when I touched it. I stroked it gently with my tongue and then....and then Claire had another orgasm and thsi time she gushed. She told me she had never experienced anything like that.
I had one very satisfied lady to enjoy dinner with. At that late dinner she said she might be a little more careful offering her 'pet' to me in future it had more 'exercise' than ever before.
Another lady who sought some attention to her pussy, although this time it was London a year before and while I was still seeing you LL. August 2005 to be precise. The location - my old apartment.
This was a a warm evening on a Friday. Joanne had come over as we were going out together that evening. She had come straight from work, stopping only to pack a small case with some clothes for the evening and weekend. In fact she didn't live too far away LL. Another lady in her thirties. I have been very fortunate in that respect, coming across women who appreciate maturity and ....experience.
We had been enjoying a relationship ever since I bought my place in London. Almost from the get go. Saturday mornings in coffee shops have a lot to answer for!
This warm evening was going to get hotter before we left for dinner. Joanne was changing in my bedroom, well she was getting undressed prior to shower in fact. Down to her rather sexy panties she sat on the bed, pulled the crotch aside and said to me, 'Fancy saying hello to an old friend?'
She was referring to her pussy. I replied that was fine as long as I could take a photo or two for the record. Hence the shot above.
'On your knees then' said Joanne. There I was in just my boxers LL, between her legs eating pussy. An hors d'oeuvre you could say and a very nice one too. Her thick lips, no not those lips but the ones down below, opened under my attention allowing my tongue as far in as I could get it. Joanne rather liked that as a precursor to starters (agitating her clit) and the main course, of course...intercourse.
She liked to come at least once before I was inside her, so she received my full attention. Slowly building toward stroking her clit, then upping the tempo when she started to moan and finally squeezing her right boob when I thought she was just about there. That last action combined with making her clit erect, always made he come.
Joanne always wanted to close her legs straight way in the early days but as she liked me sucking her erect clit after an orgasm she left them where they were. I would normally stand and enter her while she lay on the bed legs up and apart. that evening was no exception. She like it that way sometimes as she said she enjoyed the deep penetration and the way I came down on her from that position.
She held her legs up while I entered her leaving my hands free to fondle her breasts. We made love right there and then. She had a second coming and I had my first of the evening. We showered dressed and went to dinner. Another lay LL to add to the many I have enjoyed over the years since March 2004.
This is a studio shot of a lady called Charlotte. Did I? Yes, but not on this occasion. It was her idea but that came about a month later. Nice display of her cleavage, isn't it. How's yours these days, I wonder. He is very, very welcome to you. I am pleased to say I enjoy somewhat younger and more attractive models these days..
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Right about here I thought some black and white shots might make a change.
Frequently my shots are before the 'event' This one was taken afterwards.
Take a long lingering look at the shot. I took a long look very close up and in the flesh. That's an interesting phrase isn't it. In the flesh, which is exactly where I was minutes before. I don't think Michelle was even aware I had taken this photograph, she was too busy revelling in the aftermath of her last orgasm.
That was some too, for both of us. We both 'exploded' at the same time, something that doesn't always happen.
I first met Michelle in France,in Paris in fact. She is French. I was introduced to her at a soirée, held by a dear and close friend. I didn't know at the time that I would be as close to Michelle as I became and indeed still am. There is a story as to how we ended up together and how Michelle ended up totally exhausted and totally satisfied, on my bed in London. I won't recount all of it here, although it doesn't follow any familiar pattern.
I am sure that your sex with the man with the fat butt (or arse to use his own words) is ....okay. However, remember your words to me LL. They were, 'Where did you learn to make love like that!' and ... 'You made love to me four times in twenty four hours - no one did that before!'
I don't want to blow my own trumpet LL, but practice makes perfect, as they say. I would by no means suggest I am perfect when making love, but I have many very satisfied 'clients' who would and have sung my praises on this score. That is partly how Michelle found her way to my bed, both in Paris, elsewhere in France and London. She had from another how I always 'delivered' and had decided she wanted to find out for herself...and she did. You women do gossip but in this case and others, all to my benefit...and theirs!
Way before I met Michelle above, in fact the late Spring of 2007, a business friend in Périgueux in the Dordogne (where I was quite recently) asked if when I was next over if I would undertake a photo shoot for a woman she knew.
To explain briefly, I steered American friends who were visiting The Dordogne to her family owned hotel. It was the beginning of my hotel business LL, although having sought to purchase the owner's ( a lady named Eva who was in her late fifties then) interest I was turned down. I don't think it was because she didn't want to sell, more a case of I wasn't offering enough. I never did buy the place but despite our negotiations we remained good friends and I stayed there back then when in the area.
Come that late spring of 2007 and made a trip via Brive to see Eva. She said the lady in question was expecting me the following day. I set off after a good breakfast The house I was to visit was about twenty minutes or under from Souillac. The drive was fine most of the way and I made it to Souillac in just over an hour.
The directions from there turned out to be quite interesting. I drove through a lot of woodland and fields on small winding one track roads for several miles. There were the odd walnut trees here and there and in the fields not much if anything at all. A few cattle here and there, some wild deer and lots of old stone walls. The whole area has little topsoil and a lot of limestone. Luckily these one track roads had little if any traffic on them. From memory I think I met two cars in about six to eight miles.
Miles was the appropriate word. When I eventually found the house it was some way out of a small village which will remain nameless, for reasons only I know or need to know. I found the house, surrounded by fields and built gable end onto the single track roadway. There were two large iron gates on one side of the gable end and a small area for parking cars on the other. A large Peugeot sat in this area, so I parked alongside it...as I did its owner sometime later!
Not sure what I was expecting as I left my hire car and headed for the house.
The first thing I encountered was a lovely Golden Retriever. Her name was Floris, I found out later. Floris was the inspiration for my two best friends Ben and Prince...my Golden Retrievers. The second thing I encountered was their owner who greeted me as Pierre, which I rather liked. The other thing I liked was the fact this lady was in her thirties and quite attractive, as can be glimpsed in the shot above. I arrived around late morning and Lisette had coffee ready to go.
We both sat down with espressos as we just did the small talk thing one does when meeting someone for the first time. Then Lisette showed me around. Outside was a loggia covered in a grape vine and furnished with tables and chairs. Inside was very light despite the building being quite old. This was due to the two sets of windows that had been installed spanning from floor to ceiling.
Lisette offered me a simple French lunch of bread in the form of the ubiquitous baguette and a selection of delicious cheeses. This was accompanied by an excellent red wine and more espresso's afterwards.
Just as I was contemplating setting up my tripods and cameras for some outside shots the waether changed. A steady drizzle started. I found out later that the ridge on which the house was situated was 700 feet above sea level, so weather it was rain in the ordinary sense or the clouds settling on the hills is open o question.
That left us with just indoor shots. Lisette and I had been getting along very well. We talked of our families, my single status and hers and t he sort of shots she wanted. During these conversations Lisette said that I should stay the night. The weather was forecast to be sunny the next day and I could complete the outdoor shots then.
I enjoyed her company, she was relatively young and certainly pretty, so I said, yes, that I would stay.
We spent the rest of what was left of the afternoon with me taking various photos of Lisette in various psoes in various dresses, jeans and toward the end, lingerie. A coq au vin had been set up in a slow cooker earlier that day and I was looking forward to the real thing cooked in France by a French woman. The aroma wafted through the open plan ground floor.
I packed up my gear as Lisette went upstairs to, as I thought, put some clothes on following the lingerie shoot. I was wrong.
She called to me to come upstairs with my camera. Thinking nothing of it I complied climbing the staircase which was situated in the middle of the open plan area. Lisette's bedroom was off to the right of a gallery landing, with two other bedrooms off to the left. One of which I was to sleep in that night....or so I thought. I was wrong on that score too LL.
I guessed she would be in her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, but I knocked anyway. I didn't want to just walk in on her. She told me to come in but for I do to have my camera ready. I did as I was told expecting her to be in some grand fashion item. She wasn't, she was totally naked, apart from the two pieces of jewellery she had worn earlier.
'It's raining outside, dinner isn't ready yet and we have nothing to do' she said, as I took the shot above as requested LL. I thought, here I go again, but was far from put off by what, I was pretty sure, she was proposing.
She asked me whether I liked her. Silly question, don't you think LL. I said I did very much. Then I recall she walked over to me in that big bedroom and stood just feet from me in all her nakedness. She undid the the top button of my open necked shirt, then the next button and the next, all the way down to my trouser top. I was getting aroused and I hadn't even touched her at that point.
She started to undo my belt and i reached forward for her. Lisette told me, in her heavily accented English, no touching until I was undressed and so I returned my arms to my sides. She managed all the fastenings on my trousers and the zipper. I stepped out of them, standing there in short socks and boxers and sporting an erection that was almost full inside my boxers.
I slipped my socks off and Lisette pulled down my boxers taking in my almost complete erection as she did. Throughout this action of being stripped by a woman, I had admired her figure from behind as well as in front, using the mirror that features in my photo above LL. Double stimulation you could call it.
She turned around and backed up against me. Her very nice rounded butt just about level with my groin. Then she wiggled that butt sexily and my erection slipped between her legs. I could feel her pussy, but no moisture...yet. I placed my hands on her waist, not around it and then caressed her hips and upper thighs. Slowly she moved my hands up ward placing them onto her breasts. From then on things hotted up. I fondled her very nice boobs, feeling them become engorged under my fondling and squeezing, feeling her nipples harden and feeling myself getting harder as well. Wetness was in evidence below and once her juices started to flow, so did her body.
While I still held her boobs in my hands she flowed back and forth on my erection. Her lips , down there, parted and I good feel the beginnings of her velvety and wet interior. Son she was uttering mmm's of pleasure and I guessed she had brought her clit into play, now she was fairly well 'open'. I wasn't sure if she expected me to enter her from behind or not, but that was soon resolved when she disengaged.
Lisette turned around, steered herself back onto my erection from the front, reached up and kissed me, her body pressed hard against mine. I caressed her back and bottom - a real pleasure, especially as I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy now sitting either side of my erection and her hard nipples brushing my chest. As you might guess I more than wanted her by now and she having instituted proceedings said as much as she backed toward her large king size bed. (It was probably a super king size looking at other photos. We could fit width-ways as well as length-ways, on it.)
Lisette lay back on the bed and opened her legs fully. Looking down at her, her breasts siting proud even while she was laying on her back, I saw an open pussy, a sliver of pubic hair and a very pink and wet opening that she said was crying out for attention. 'Make me come, pleeeease', she said, and with that I set about fulfilling her wish.
To say she was surprised when I bent my head and started licking and exploring her pussy with my tongue, would be understatement. She said between gasps 'What are you, (gasp) doing (gasp)?' I didn't reply, but I did find her clitoris and that answered her question. From then on she revelled in what I was doing for her LL...as you once did. 'No', followed by Oh yes, yes yes', followed, by now all in French as my tongue stroked her clit until it was fully erect. Flicking it faster and faster her words such as they were tumbling from her mouth as she neared her climax, LL. Then , of course she came. Not in the way she imagined she told me later but in a way she had never experienced before. Better than fingers, better than a dildo...
I withdrew my head when she came. Stood briefly as she convulsed somewhat and watched as her juices wet the sheet. I pulled her gently down the bed to where I was standing. Lisette opened her legs again and drew them up, holding her thighs. Once again I was looking down into her well of pleasure, only this time it was fully dilated. I guided myself into her and started thrusting gently. She could accommodate me quite easily now, so I was able to fully penetrate her from the start. My hands worked on her boobs as I thrust. She liked the slow start, my gyrations inside her, giving pleasure on her journey toward a second orgasm.
We continued, with nearly all my thrusts accompanied by mmmm's of pleasure from Lisette until she started to moan. I'm not sure why, but moaning from a woman makes me harder and I could feel myself swelling even more inside her until I was touching all the sides of her pussy, her vaginal lips tight against my erection. the mmm's turned moans, continual moans of pleasure. I knew she was on her way. I knew I was on my way, too.
I began to thrust faster and faster and that was was when the yes, yes yes started again...in French. Then she was convulsing as she came, her pussy contracting against my erection inside her as her orgasm bloomed. At that point I went the last mile with my thrusting and then I exploded inside her. Two very satisfied people. We moved over to a dry part of the bed, pulled the covers up and cuddled up against each other saying nothing. I could smell shampoo in her hair and a fragance along with the musty smell a woman emits when she is and has been sexually aroused.
I think we probably lay like that for about half an hour when some alarm went off in the house downstairs. Turned out to be the slow cooker. WE dined on that delicious Coq au vin that evening, with more red wine and some liqueurs consumed cuddled up on her couch watching an English film on TV.
I didn't sllep in one of the spare bedrooms that night LL....
The following morning the sun did indeed shine both outside and in Lisette's eyes. I took the shots outdoors, some nude for us, some clothed for the shoot. I had already been paid so that didn't come between us. Before I left late that morning, Lisette had one more request....
She was wearing a summer dress as we stood in the kitchen having had coffee. She shrugged her straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to her waist. No bra of course and I wasn't surprised after the day before and the night before.
'Take me from behind before you leave. I wanted that yesterday but wasn't sure about you', she said. I stood behind her undid my trousers and took those lovely boobs in hand. I was guessing she wasn't wearing panties Ll and I was right. Having drawn her dress down she now pulled it up so the whole thing was gathered round her waist. She leaned forward with her hands on the counter top and her splayed apart. I was erect and slipped between her legs.
Lisette must have been really horny that morning or she had been working on herself because when my fella arrived at its destination her pussy was 'open for business' She thrust her butt upward so that her pussy was pointing toward me and I slid inside her. She had already told me she wanted it hard a fast and I obliged. She said she wanted ache afterward and ache she did, as she told me when I phoned her later from the hotel in Périgueux.
I have had many women, LL as you now know and more than a few from behind. The fact the want it that way and often hard and fast is an interesting psychological feature of womanhood. It is like they want to be 'punished' in some way or feel sluttish. Having said that none of the woman I have been with could ever be termed sluts, apart from perhaps ..........you.
I think it is more likely the fact they like some form of minor 'punishment' and to feel submissive while they are being serviced. That was the case with Lisette that morning as we rutted hard and fast against her and the kitchen counter. I was surprised how quickly she reached her climax and I was only seconds behind when I came, also. Befoore that she had wanted me to squeeze ger boobs really hard and that was a pleasure because they were so firm and then just before she came to spank her.
Lisette told me that was the best hard sex she had had...period!
I phoned her later from my hotel and well she loved the photos I had shared via the cloud and also....and for her most importantly the sex. In the years that have intervened, she married, I married. She divorced and I lost Ash. This year we relived some of what happened above in Paris at my apartment. Now in her early to mid forties, Lisette is sexier than ever.
2007 was a very busy year for me in more ways than the more obvious one, LL.
I spent the maximum time I could in California and travelled extensively throughout and beyond. Not having any ties beyond my children I was out of the country (the UK) more than I was there.
Earlier in that year I bought my Paris apartment with the proceeds of several of the houses I built on the six property development in Norwich. At the time being a completely free agent I was like a butterfly with the ladies one here, one there, one wherever I stopped or stayed and one whenever the opportunity arrived. I had a whale of a time then and still am.
The photo of Simone, above, was taken shortly after I acquired that particular apartment. Unlike you and Spain and all the booze you consume, I had long been in love with Paris from way back in the 1970's. Buying an apartment there, for me was a no-brainer.
The very first lady who graced my bed there was Simone, who at that time lectured in law at the Sorbonne university. I met her at an exhibition when we literally bumped into each other. It was her fault, but I apologised. I think she said in English, that I must be English saying sorry (or pardon) for something that was not my fault. I smiled and said yes I was. When then started chatting about the exhibition which I had partly wanted to see and partly because it was raining outside. Simone, who had introduced herself by now was quite knowledgeable about the art in the exhibition and I was more than happy for her to be my guide.
I guess an hour or two passed when we decided to get coffee in the cafe there. I really enjoyed her company and knowledge that afternoon. I told her that I had just purchased an apartment - not the one I won now - and had furnished it but was still re-arranging things to make it more pleasing. Simone told me it probably needed a woman's touch. We both laughed gently at her remark, LL.
I seemed and seem to have come across some very nice women almost by accident over the years. The fact is though LL, they have all liked me for who and what I am unlike you.
We finished up our coffee left the exhibition and walked together for a bit. It was after five in the afternoon. then it started raining again. I suggested we get a taxi. After several attempts we waved one down. Simone suggested we have a drink somewhere together and then maybe eat. Simone said we were going to a little place she knew off the Boulevard de Clichy. I knew that street but not where we were headed. She told the taxi driver the destination in rapid French and we were off.
The place we ate at and had drinks was an unprepossessing little restaurant, family owned with gingham tablecloths. It was delightful LL and the food excellent. Simone lived out in the suburbs as was my apartment back then. Not too far apart either. We shared a taxi again arriving at her place around nine that evening. As we approached her home she invited me up for a nightcap. I like (I say like because I still see her from time to time) Simone lots. I'm a bit of a sucker for the fairer sex, it is true to say. The upshot was I accepted her invitation.
The photo above was taken the following morning from which you surmise two things. One I slept there that night and two I didn't sleep alone. We made love twice the previous evening and twice that morning.
Simone's dress she wore the day before had given nothing away, or very little it was a floral affair loose fitting and fairly long. I had not been able to discern her figure very much at all. What a surprise I was in for when she stripped off. She had a great figure topped off by her beautiful breasts, which were more than enough for me. They were so good that they received more than the usual attention I give to such appendices.
Then there was the rest of her shapely figure, Beautiful curves round her hips, nice legs and most of all a very accommodating pussy which received almost equal attention to that paid to her boobs. On top and under me were the preferred positions for all four of her orgasms., and all four were full on with the accompanying noises emitting from Simone's mouth. All in all, a very sexy lawyer and lady.
I saw her just about every day after that night and morning for a week and we had sex every one of those days LL. I was up for it or rather down and so was Simone. In fact Simone was the one who wanted me the most and as I never refuse a pretty lady....
AS the wkk progressed so did the sex from just plain old under or on top, to from behind, standing cradling Simone and her sitting on my impaled ( if you follow) while I worked her boobs and she rocked herself to and fro. Lovely memories, but then some of those memories are from this year, despite her now being married.
She couldn't get enough of me in past and still wants me when I am over there and available. Talk about fighting them off!!
I visited Denia several times that year. First of all the put that shit hole of an apartment you chose on the market, then again to secure the home I have there now. At that stage I merely paid a deposit, arranged a mortgage and started to furnish the new home. I also had the pool there renovated and the patio extended to its present size. I paid the mortgage, or what was really a bridging loan, off by the end of the year from the proceeds of one of the houses I owned in Norwich, UK
There I was by I think November of that year, Carole and I having moved on from each other, at a loose end in respect of any permanent female company. I was up for some fun and I found it in the UK, the USA and in Europe. It was so easy LL. I don't really know how or why, but my charms, smile, charisma, whatever, seemed to work without my having to entice women into bed...they just wanted to.
That was the way it was with Jen, above, who I met in Alicante airport. She was on her way to Denia as well. Now, you may wonder, how did I come to meet a lady such as her. Happenstance, I guess you would call it. Two things happened to her before she left the airport.
First of all her hold luggage had been left in the UK. I was waiting to get a hire car brought to the terminal which had largely cleared by then when I saw her looking a bit distraught. That was the first thing. The second was that she was supposed to be meeting a Spanish guy that she had met the year before. He had dumped her on hearing she had arrived to stay with him.
There she was with nowhere to stay and no boy friend along with a ticket I found out that was valid in ten days time...and it turned out she had very little cash. As I said LL, she and I were just about the only people left in the front of the terminal by then. She looked over at me, visibly upset, but not crying. I wandered over to her and asked what was the matter, which is when the luggage, boy friend, ticket and lack of cash stuff tumbled out of her mouth in one stream. I told her to slow down, take some deep breaths and start over. She did.
I told her okay, that I had a possible solution. Not the one you may be thinking of LL. At least not to begin with. I told her that I had an apartment on the beach in Denia. That old one you chose LL. It was empty of course as I had it on the market for sale. She asked where I was staying and I told her I had a villa in the hills behind the town - I still do. If she would like to stay there, I said she was free to use it rent free. I ran it past Hans who was handling the sale and all was in order as at that point there had been no interest. I told her it was pretty basic, but she said she would accept.
I told her I would drive her there in my hire car which I was still waiting for. The only other immediate problem was her luggage. At that point the car arrived, so I asked the driver to wait up ten minutes while Jen and I went to the airline desk. Apparently it was going to be on the next flight that day arriving at 2.00 pm that afternoon. It was late morning so I suggested we drive out of the airport and find somewhere for lunch. Jen called me her saviour, which was rather nice.
After lunch we collected her case and headed for Denia. I drove to that old apartment you chose LL and let her in, showed her what was what and gave her my cell phone number. Then I left for my much more luxurious surroundings at the villa. I had things to do for the next two days but in the early afternoon of that second day I called in on Jen to see how she was doing.
Not brilliantly it turned out. She had walked into town eaten out at a couple of cheap places but was basically a bit lonely. Calls to her Spanish boyfriend went unanswered. I told her that I was on my own as well (I was on that trip) and maybe she would like to see my villa and then we could go to dinner together. To my surprise she accepted very rapidly.
Jen put some clothes in her carry on bag for the evening and we were off. She was bowled over by my villa LL. The comparison with the apartment was stark and she wowed at my pool, which is completely private with great view of the town and sea beyond.
I let her wander as I poured two glasses of wine. When came back into the kitchen area she walked up to me and gave me a big hug. That was my little reward and I rather liked it. We went out onto the patio and enjoyed the view and the wine while we talked. Jen was in her early thirties then with long dark brown hair and a rather nice looking figure evident under her clothes. Turned out she was from Totteridge, North London a bit further north than Finchley. I knew that it was quite a wealthy area but said nothing.
She started to asked me questions about my life and I gave her a filtered version, explaining that I was widowed etc and that I had no partner in my life at that point. Not strictly true, as I had several women I was seeing at the time. then she asked if she could swim I said sure, I might even join you, I told her. She was wearing shorts and a tee shirt and I was similarly dressed wearing a polo shirt.
I wasn't quite prepared for what happened next. Jen stood up. I thought to go change, but instead she shed her tee shirt and shorts, then took the rest off. The rest comprised her bra and panties. Her back was facing me but what I saw of her figure looked great. Without hesitating she dived into the deep end of my pool. When she surfaced she waved me in. I took off my polo shirt and as I did she lay on her back floating. What I saw was enough for any man to groan with pleasure.
Jen was attractive with her clothes on, with them of she was superb. She was laughing as I took off my shorts and picked up the trunks I had worn that morning. She said to come as I was, so with nothing on I joined her in the pool. After I surfaced I found her right in front of me to the top half of her gorgeous breasts just above the water. At that point a memory flashed through my mind LL, of you and I in the pool at my old Fort Myers property, but then I banished it from my mind.
Jen said I was in pretty good shape for a mature man. To which I replied she was in excellent shape for a younger woman. To say I was aroused by her presence right in front of me in the pool, would be an understatement. I had a full on hard and Jen could see it as I could see her through the pool water. She asked me if I would like her. I knew what she meant and I just nodded and smiled. I followed her out of the pool up the Roman steps at the other end., watching her swing her hips and butt sexily.
I threw her a twoel and used one myself. That and the sun and we were dry fairly quickly although Jen's hair was still damp...mine was and is too short to stay wet for long.
Next thing LL is we are in the bedroom. Jen's hands, bringing me back to where I was earlier and mine on her breasts. That combination worked magic and I was soon quite hard again. It would have been easy given Jen's readiness to have sex to just 'dive in there', but that has never been my way with women. I like to make sure they have a build up/foreplay before the 'main event'. I think Jen thought I just wanted to get between her legs and shag her with no foreplay. She should have known better with a mature man.
She turned away from me by the bed, ready to climb onto it. I halted her by putting my arms around her and kissing her neck, kissing just below her ear - a known erogenous zone. She liked that lots. I moved my hands onto her breasts as I kissed her and fondled them quite a bit, gently to start with and then a little more vigorously to harden her nipples. The net result was that as she allowed my erection to slide between her legs I found a wet and warm place to slide to and fro on. Jen caught up quickly and started moving her body in rhythm with mine. She told me how nice it was for her. She had my cock to arouse her and tease her. I had her warm soft boobs and nipples to play with.
In the end she did climb on the bed and I entered her soft, dilated and very wet pussy as we made love. You know I can make love to satisfy almost any woman LL and I fully satisfied Jen. After cuddling up for some time and my caressing her body I felt myself rising again and it didn't go unnoticed by Jen.
She asked me if I wanted to make love again. I said yes and suggested she might like to be on top this time. She did and as she lowered herself slowly onto my erection I took those lovely big boobs in hand again. At first Jen rocked/rode on me slowly but I guess her clit must have gotten the message because she rapidly quickened her pace. I watched her. Her eyes were closed her hair flying around and she was moaning and shouting out as she brought herself all the way to a second orgasm. Still impaled on my erection she collapsed on me panting and groaning. I could see perspiration on her shoulders in her cleavage and feel it on the nape of her neck as she buried her head in my shoulder.
Then slowly she removed herself from my still erect penis - I hadn't come. She said to come back isnde her and have myself come. Of course that was all I wanted, so I suggested she kneel on the bed head down and I would take her from behind if she would like that. She told me she had never had sex that way....but she did that afternoon and she loved it so much so that after a reasonable time of slow thrusting followed by some pretty fast stuff on my part as I neared ejaculation she came one more.
We showered after cuddling together for some time and then went out to dinner. Needless to say Jen spent the rest of her time in Denia at the villa and neither of us slept alone. Being young her appetite was quite healthy, sexually speaking, so I received more than my fair share of 'exercise' that remaining week.
Did I see her again in the UK when I got back - you bet and even when I was seeing the next woman in my life after Carole. That was Lucy who I have told you of previously.
Believe or not this lady who I met though another 'friend' in Penrith, had a motorcycle. A 'biker chick' you might say, although she wasn't really. I had been chatting to and seeing a married woman in the town and she, sadly, had to end things as her husband was getting suspicious at her 'absences'.
Where we used to meet up there was a house just down the lane. Our meeting place was just outside the town. Before she ended things, she would leave her car there and we would go to the hotel I had booked into in Keswick. The day she called it all off I had left your place LL and sat waiting for the lady in question. Then I received her call.
I was about to leave when along came Hayley, as I came to know her, on her motorbike. She pulled up by my window which I lowered. I wondered if she thought I was loitering with intent. In a way I had been. Intent to lay a lady, LL. She just said hello, her motorbike engine still running, so I volunteered that I was supposed to be meeting someone. She said she guessed as much as she had seen my car and the lady's before. Hayley told me she lived in the house just along the lane as I explained I wouldn't be bothering her again as the lady in question had ended our meetings.
It was November 2004 LL, damp, cold and murky outside the car. Then Hayley surprised me by asking whether I fancied a coffee or tea. I thought about it briefly then said fine. She told me to reverse up and park in what passed as her driveway. I did. Cumbrian hospitality I guess LL.
I asked her when we were inside whether she made a habit of inviting strangers into her house and she said that she didn't. Why, I asked invite me in then? She said I just looked OK. Nice eyes and a lovely smile, plus she sort of knew me, albeit through seeing me meet up with the lady who had called things off. I accepted that. Flattery always works!
Talking of works or rather working. It turned out Hayley was a nurse at Penrith Hospital and had just returned from a night shift. She rustled up some breakfast for herself (I had eaten at your place LL),
made a pot of tea and we sat talking. Mostly it was about each other and our respective situations. I guessed she was wondering about that other woman. She had no idea about you or anyone else.
We talked about my photography, in its early days then, and how I thought Cumbria had a lot to offer for a photographer. I had bought my camera in with me. Eventually, Hayley finished her breakfast or whatever you call it after a night shift. I stood and thanked her for the tea and suggested I be on my way. She replied asking did I have to? Not necessarily I told her then I asked her why. She just wanted to unwind a little and she said she was enjoying my company and what little I had told her about me, plus she wondered if I would take her photo. I said sure I would and sat down again as we talked.
I had Hayley stand near a window so half her face was in shadow half flooded by the gloomy light from the window. She liked the portrait shot and said I was good. I said not really and that I could enhance it a little and send her a copy via email. that would be nice she had replied and went on to ask if I could take a few more shots as she stood again and leaned against her kitchen/diner wall. I told her to go ahead and pose for me, any pose she was happy and comfortable with. She did.
That was when I got the shot above among others LL. S he just pulled her tee shirt up and revealed her boobs. I had noticed her nipples making the presence apparent earlier but put it down to a thin bra. In fact there was no bra. When she took it off I'm not sure, but I wasn't complaining. After several shots of her magnificent chest, she pulled her tee back down.
The morning was moving on by now and I was thinking that I should move on, although I didn't say so. I mentioned to Hayley that she must be tired after her night shift and that I should get out of her way. I promised to send her the photos and thanked her for posing for them.
I'd be a fool if I hadn't thought that she might want to be laid, with her posing for photos and revealing her breasts to me, but I wasn't going to push things.
I didn't need to, as it turned out LL.
Hayley asked me that when I go to bed when do I have the best most relaxed sleep. I just smiled at her, then she replied for me and said, that for her, it was just after sex and she said it would be nice to have a relaxed sleep. I laughed at that and took my coat off. I was staying awhile, it seemed. We both went upstairs to her bedroom. I recall it smelled of woman, of feminine things., aromas of perfume, hair spray, deodorant.
Hayley unbuttoned my shirt ran her hands over my chest, arms and shoulders, then pulled her tee shirt up and, this time, right off, LL. Then she stood before me so her breasts and nipples were just touching my chest. They were of a fine size as you can see above. She undid my belt, trousers and zipper. I went to undo her belt but couldn't quite see it due to her boobs being in my line of sight. A little twist to the left, or it may have been to the right and I had her belt undone. then her trousers.
While I was doing this she had slipped her warm soft hand inside my trousers and boxers. I think she said some thing like 'Oh my, what do we have here' chuckling to herself. By now I had slipped her jeans over her hips and my hand down inside her panties (knickers, I guess). I felt a small velvet area of pubic hair, soft skin and the beginning of her 'crack. Both of us were restricted in our voages of discovery by our half mast trousers so we both sttod back and stripped off completely.
I remember that Hayley actually was quite frantic in the way she lost her clothes. I had just about removed my boxers LL when she was all over me, kissing, pumping my erection then climbing on the bed and kneeling there rubbing my cock between her breasts. I was well and truly proud after that, I can tell you. Then I pushed her gently back on the bed leaving her on her back, ready and waiting. I played with her boobs, fondled them caressed them. It was a lovely few minutes and with her legs apart I could see moisture appearing rapidly at the entrance to her pussy.
Again, like a number of women I have laid, she , I think expected me to enter her right then. I didn't I buried my head between her legs, my tongue working the lips of her pussy apart while her juices increased gardually wetting my face as they did. Her body responded in two ways. Her pussy gradually dilated under my attention and Hayley started moaning, repeatedly. If I paused momentarily she just said 'More, more!'
I obliged of course. You will know LL, what my aim was. I had studiously avoided letting my tongue wander up to her clitoris, but as she moaned more and more, I gave the little appendage a sudden flick with my tongue and then repeated it rapidly. Hayley reacted as I thought she would. Suddenly bucking upwards as though hit by an electric shock. When she came down again I stroked her now erect clit with my tongue. More and more until I flicked again and then she was shouting out in ecstasy LL. I reached up quickly and squeezed her boobs firmly . That action combined with the other made her come in an almighty heave and then the repeated contraction of her tummy.
She moaned after that then lots of mmm's followed. She lay there as I raised my head from between her legs, smiling, eyes closed and her chest heaving as she slowly got her breath back. She reached out with her arms drew me down and we kissed. I was erect and ready.
After we finally stopped kissing I moved my lips downward to her breasts and licked her nipples then sucked on her boobs. That was a very pleasant experience in itself. Hayley was talking as I did so and I think she said something like, 'My legs are all wobbly and week', and 'I replied along the lines of 'Then I expect that need some support' I moved to an upright kneeling position took her legs which she now held apart and supported them in the air with my arms as I supported myself with my hands. That left her pussy wide open and welcoming. All the lubrication and the dilation, her swollen vaigianl lips were mine to wallow in and so I entered her.
More moans, mor shouts, more juices flowing, that wet sound when one is making love all combined with my lovemaking had Hayley frantically rolling her head from side to side in pleasure and in her rising climax. Her boobs were bouncing around all over the place. Very sexy for me.
When I thought she was well on her way I changed the pace of my thrusting so. I hoped, we could come together - we did! It was great.
I left Hayley in bed, but not after lying with her cuddling and caressing her until I felt she should get some rest after her night shift and morning 'exercise'! I remember that morning so well LL, leaving Hayley naked in bed her eyes dreamy and a lovely smile on her face. We had talked after our lovemaking of course and she said she wanted me to come back.
I did, for the next fourteen months. Every Monday after I left you. Staying over more than a day sometimes and also visiting in 2005 when I stopped visiting you until that September, LL. I also took Hayley to Norfolk and London and she took me out on her motorbike. That was fun. It also gave me the motivation to buy a Harley over here, which I still have. It's great riding it in the sun here in Florida and also the one I have in California. It was also great riding Hayley and she riding me!
This shot and others were taken during a commission, that another lady in Paris set up for me.
I'll cut to the chase on this one. The lady's name is Yvette. The location, her home in Belleville Paris. At least that is what I understood on the occasion of this commission. It wasn't quite true. Her marital home was elsewhere.
I arrived in the morning having flow to Paris from London the day before. Coffee and talk ensued on my arrival. Espresso of course and small talk about me and my asking how she wanted to play the shoot. There was no outdoor option so I guessed it would all take place inside. Her home, although it wasn't really a home more a love nest I found out later, was not over large and tastefully decorated and furnished. That lent itself to some fine shots of the elegant woman who had welcomed me in.
Yvette was genuine LL. She really did want the photos and I took lots from which she chose a selection at a later date. they were all above board and she looked very good and very attractive in them. By midday we took a break. She smoked and I did back then and we used her balcony to smoke and watch the world go by over a simple healthy lunch, some red wine , I think, and coffee.
Yvette had reviewed those I took in the morning and she ask for just a few more in what she termed were cocktail dresses. She looked superb in the first which was black and set off by some simple jewellery. Then she went back to bed room and reappeared in a plain red dress. Both the black one and the red one were figure hugging, as you might expect with a cocktail dress.
After those final shots of the commission Yvette wandered back to her bedroom, I assumed, to change. Then I heard her call out 'Pierre' - that is what she called me LL. I walked to her bedroom door and stopped. She told me that she was having trouble with the zipper on the back of her dress and true enough it was caught in the material. I jiggled it up and down to free it. While I did I found that she had edged her butt right up against me.
Finally, I managed to free the zipper and told her it was fixed. She asked me to undo it. That was when I found out how far down her back it went. It went pretty well all the way!
I unzipped her right down to the start of the cleft in her buttocks. Past her bra strap down past the small of her back, glimpsing the curve of her waist and hips en route. I was about to leave the bedroom when Yvette said to stay, so I did LL. She removed her arms from the dress. I glimpsed a Balmain label and then she let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent over to pick it up leaving me staring at her ass and .... more of it fully on show than previously.
Things took off from there or rather came off. My clothes followed by her bra and panties. She wanted sex that was for sure and I couldn't believe my luck or good fortune., whatever you want to call it LL. She had a gorgeous figure and superb breasts that she wanted me to fondle and squeeze...I did. Then she was on her back looking up at me and at was now a full on erection. She just smiled then parted her legs and lifted them straight up then apart when she held them in place.
I looked down at her pussy. Whatever pleasure I brought her and me from fondling her boobs had transmitted itself to her pussy which was oozing her juices with expectation. Pink, open and ready hwo could I refuse. Not that I intended to. I placed myself between her legs and entered her then started thrusting. Gasps and groans and shouts later she came.
You will have guessed by now that I can hold off reaching my peak especially when I am making love to a woman who reaches her orgasm quickly. Consequently I was still very proud as Yvette recovered. I told her to straddle me as I lay on my back and she lowered herself immediately onto my cock. She slipped straight over it. I could see her pussy's lips spread wide around it when I looked down. She started rocking on me or rather riding while I gave those wonderful boobs the full treatment.
She suddenly found the right spot to rub her clitoris against my pubic bone and then she was away and I really mean away. She lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. Eyes closed, red in the face her body bathed in persiration as she started to come a second time. Then she reached the point of no return and I discovered she was a gusher...she gushed everywhere all over me and herself.
I was nearly there myself but Yvette couldn't stay on top of me so rolled off. AS she recovered a little laying on her back, I entered her again and just gave it all I had. I saw her eyes rolling in her head as I did and then I came a full on, full powered ejaculation., so much so that I was still thrusting after I had come.
We were both temporarily exhausted, panting side by side on her enormous bed. Me fully satisfied and Yvette also. Me wondering how I came to deserve making love to such a beautiful woman and her telling me sincerely, how fantastic it had been for her.
It was mid afternoon by then. We showered together caressing each other's bodies. That was a delight in itself as you may imagine LL. Then we dressed. I had casual gear - chinos and a shirt, plus a jacket. Yvette wanted me to take nude shots of her and I did for about an half hour or so. I suggested a meal somewhere but she said she couldn't that day because she had to go out that evening with her husband to some function. That is when I realised this place in Belleville was her love nest.
Like a number of women I know in Paris they have their hideaways - rented, borrowed or owned for their extra-marital affairs. Yvette was one such woman and we became occasional lovers whenever I was in the City. I still see even now LL...just for sex which is all we both want.
Nothing too sexy here. This one is studio shot taken in my first small studio in London for a lady called Hilary. Mind you they were nice boobs and by the back end of 2008 I became closely acquainted with them. There's another whole story there but I will leave it for now.
Paris 2008
After Yvette, within a few weeks I found myself with this lady who worked at the US Embassy. I had met her via an invitation to a function in Paris, by way of a guy I know on the US Embassy staff. He's back over here in the States these days.
Her name is Chrissie (Christine). It was difficult not to notice her as she is tall slim and that night was wearing a full length halter neck red gown I'll always remember that dress LL, not only for the way she looked in it but also for other reasons which will become apparent.
Here I was three years on from you and enjoying a pretty good life filled with friends and colleagues. Those over here in the States far more accessible due to my, by now having American citizenship. It was also filled with women (and still is) partly via business, friends but more so through my photography and to some extent my novels.
And, here was I at this fairly high powered function via friend's intro. Which is how I came across Chrissie. As I said she wore that red halter neck dress. The function involved a few speeches, dinner at pre-ordained tables and later in the evening a small band playing mainly slow numbers.
I was seated on a table with my friend and his wife and three other couples. The next table had a similar set up. Three couples and one person on their own. That person was Chrissie. I can't say what the function was but the guests were American in the main with a number of French. My English accent stood out among all the American voices.
I couldn't help but notice Chrissie because of her dress and slender figure. She caught my eye too, several times and smiled. I returned her smile. Eventually, the evening wore on and the band started playing. Couples headed for the dance floor to smooch around. The lights now turned down fairly low. Chrissie was on her own and so was I, so I invited her to dance by catching her eye and nodding toward the dance floor. She nodded back and soon we were dancing together slowly as were all the other couples. We talked as much as we could with the sound of the band ever present.
Then we gave up trying to hold any sort of conversation and Chrissie moved closer to me, right up against me in fact. That made my evening at that point LL. The evening came to an end and I thanked Chrissie for dancing with me. She told me she had to get a taxi but first needed to go to the cloakroom to collect her coat. I waited for her. When she reappeared I held her coat out for but she only wanted it over her almost bare shoulders.
We walked out together. We shared a taxi together. We shared Chrissie's bed together and we made love together.
You can never say I'm lacking LL. This shot was taken at my place near Carcassonne last summer. Nice house guest don't you think. I certainly did!
I'm not sure what it is with the heat and afternoons but Lynne always became a little horny around that time and I was/am always up for a little romp on my bed. That is where we ended up. In case you are wondering this is near my pool there which is totally private, hence Lynne always (she's just started going there with me, or is that coming there😉😉)
A little background. Lynne works for one of my companies based in London and we get along rather well, obviously. Consequently she enjoys her break from work with me. We only started going there together last year after I lost Ash, now she has been there four times. Twice last year and twice this year. It's hard to imagine 'Miss Efficient' in her normal office environment as the same woman as 'Miss Very Sexy' when she lets her hair down, literally and metaphorically, on vacation.
Harking back to the shot above. To be fair I rather set her up to want sex that afternoon. Lynne was sunbathing lying on her front when I went to fetch a couple of cold drinks. I came back with them shortly afterward along with Lynne's make-up brush.
I put the drink down for which she thanked me. Her eyes were closed and her hair tumbled over part of her face. I sat down on my sunbed LL, which was just alongside, and took the soft brush in hand. I gently stroked it down her spine, very slowly which made Lynne utter a series of mmmm's. I kept going all the way to the beginning of the cleft in her buttocks. Then over the right buttock and down the outside of her leg. She liked it of course LL and she told me to keep going.
I continued coming back up on the inside of her thigh as she parted her legs a little, Then a brief brush of her pussy which made her flinch. Back over her lovely ass and then she turned over, 'Do my front please', Lynne said, so I did.
Using the brush gently I circled both her boobs with it in ever decreasing circles until I reached her nipples which received individual treatment. It was no surprise to me that they 'rose to the occasion' as I had by now. I skipped Lynne's tummy and stroked the two grooves where her thighs encompass her pussy either side of her pubic hair. She was loving it LL. Then as her legs were slightly apart I used the brush on her pussy. Stroking it to and fro with those fine hairs of the brush. Her legs parted further and I recall looking at her laying there with her eyes closed, a lovely smile on her face and her nipples hard and pointing skyward.
She took it for a while but then sat up took a swig of her drink, grabbed my hand and led me into our bedroom. We made love for the rest of the afternoon, slowly,pausing between her first two orgasms. On the third occasion it was my turn to come. Lynne had been taken with me on top and then her riding me for all she was worth. On the third occasion of her comings, I had taken her from behind, both of us standing, although in Lynne's case it was more of a case of leaning against the bed. That was when I unloaded my deposit inside her.
I said the rest of the after noon we made love. After three orgasms Lynne just wanted to cuddle up with me on the bed and so we did for about an hour or so. AS I lay there dozing peacefully I felt Lynne's hand heading southward and finding my cock. I didn't think I had it in me but with her strokes and her naked body pressed against me she brought on an erection.
Then it was a case not of sex but some play. The play toook the form of soixante neuf LL. Lynne straddled me with her bottom in my face then lowered her pussy down toward it while her mouth enclosed itself on my erection. She knew what she was doing (as I did) and she had me heading towrd an ejaculation quite quickly until I told her to slow down a little. Her juices flowed too, quite freely all over my face, but it was a pleasure. I licked her pussy and her clitoris until I felt it harden then I gave it a lot of flicking right up to and beyond when Lynne came.
She had removed her mouth from my erection to moan and when she came to really groan. She quickly rolled off me and opened her legs. I eased them up and entered her right up until I was ready to come when I withdrew and squirted all over her breasts. The latter was at her request.
The photo above? Taken later that week - our weeks in Carcassonne have been really sexy and I have no doubt we will do it all over again in the New Year, when I am back over there.
I have business associates in Singapore with whom I have dealings. One is a man called David, who is of Chinese ethnicity. He leads a life similar to mine. Business, enjoying our wealth and also enjoying the ladies. Which is how I came to be introduced to Grace.
On those occasions I was regularly in Singapore - not so much now - Grace, graced my bed and I graced hers. Like the Japanese women I have enjoyed, Grace had that sort of pale porcelain complexion of many oriental ladies. She was lovely and we enjoyed regular sex on my visits. Having said that, the last time we were together was in San Francisco last year.
I think Grace must have had a spot of English blood because unlike many oriental women she had decent sized boobs. One other thing you may not be aware of LL, is that these women really know how to make love and please a man. I'll leave it there for now, but I may come back to Grace in the future.
This shot and this lady were taken during my extended stay in California in 2007. Most of the women I met there were commission on the photographic front, although I made and have many friends on the West Coast.
Thirty six years old with rather small boobs, Jayne had an insatiable sexual appetite and loved being caressed/handled/ fondled all over...rather like Carole she was very similar in that respect. I met Jayne on my way up US 1. I had taken several days out from my photographic work to revisit the Redwood National Forest a little north of Eureka. From there I was going to visit family in Oregon then back down I-5.
I had been working south of San Francisco so had booked a hotel at Fort Bragg to break the journey. I'm glad I did as it turned out. The hotel I stayed at was quite pleasant and not too far from the Mendocino State park and miles of empty beaches. A great opportunity to take so shots. I booked in for three nights my diary and notes tell me. I need so information and the hotel had plenty on the local area in form of maps, pamphlets and Jayne herself who worked at the hotel.
She pointed out a number of places worth a visits and few not worth seeing. She asked what I was looking for and I told her photo opportunities without any people around. I had already chatted to Jayne when I checked in that morning and I rather liked her. Can't resist a pretty woman, LL. She 'loved' my English accent!
I went out and explored. I made it down to the shore in my hire car and took a number of shots. When I returned late afternoon Jayne was still on the front desk, but I guess she must have gotten some lunch along the way.
She asked me how it had gone, so I showed a few of the shots I had taken. She admired them and said they were good - sweet of her. It was then that she said she had a couple of days off from the next day and if I would like it she would show me some great places for photos...as long as I took a few for her. I agreed. As I said she was/is quite a pretty woman. It was arranged we meet up after breakfast the following day down at the parking lot near the hotel but on the shore.
We met. She left her car in the lot and gave me directions as to where I was to drive. Turned out Jayne knew some remote beaches some with spectacular views. I shot away while she enjoyed the sun. On one occasion she sat on the hood of the car, pulled her dress up a bit so her legs were on show for a photo I took of her.
Spectacular views brings me to where we ended up later that morning. A remote beach we had to walk about a half mile to from the road. When we arrived it was more than a little warm. Jayne slipped out of her dress to reveal a bikini beneath. I took photos, she looked good although my suspicion that her breasts were on the small side was confirmed.
I turned away while I thought she was sunning herself to take a number of shots. When I turned back her bikini top was on the sand and she was rubbing oil onto her arms. 'Maybe you would like to help me', Jayne had said. I think I just smiled and took the oil from her. All over please was one of her requests. I applied to her back all the way down to her bikini bottoms. Then over her hips and tummy. I was told not to stop so I headed for her breasts.
They may have been a wee bit small LL but were lovely nevertheless, especially her nipples which stood out more because her boobs were on the small side. I had my top off now and was standing there arousing this lady's nipples in just my shorts. Jayne moved and I stopped oiling her. She stooped down and stripped her bikini bottom off completely then stood and removed my shorts and boxers. Unspoken by way of any comment she looked down at my erection and smiled.
I looked down at her. Jayne had no pubic hair at all. Just a lovely looking groin harboring her pussy. Then she lay down on the blanket we had brought along and had me oil her all over again. This time down her legs and all around her pussy. That was it really, we both knew we were going to have sex and we did on that blanket on the ground in the lovely warm sunshine miles from anywhere.
AS to the shot above, that was taken just before Jayne was when she had me enter her from behind the second time we made love. I said she was insatiable. The third time she sucked me off while I made her come with my fingers. Not the end, she crept into my room that night and I got laid twice again, as did Jayne of course.
I still had all of the following two days there and...guess what...yep ... more sex with Jayne. Mostly in my hotel room but twice more on the shore. We knew we would probably never see each other again and we haven't. We both took the opportunity for what it was. Some great sex and satisfaction over a few days.
We said our goodbyes and I left and headed north.
My apartment and my New York friend, who you have seen before and will see again LL.
The State is named after the virgin queen, Queen Elizabeth the first, but Mariel above was no virgin.
I took this photo for her (and me) in my hotel bedroom, to which she had let herself into (she was on the staff). Obviously there was only one purpose to that action LL and it was to get laid....by an Englishman. I obliged and we enjoyed two nights of pleasure together. She lived in in her own staff room so it was relatively easy to meet up and copulate a nice few times, and she was nice and liked to be fucked more than once a night. Made my stay!
The women in my life and those I have met over the years and have laid love sending me selfies of their bodies. I guess as some form of enticement, not that I need it. I tell them how great they look and everyone is happy.
This lady is Emma and as you can see is quite well endowed from my viewpoint
I haven't posted any of my New England ladies in a blog for a while so here is someone I met just last year. Her name is Rachel.
Rachel lives in works in Massachusetts, not in my State of New Hampshire, but when she feels the need we meet in a small place I won just outside Concord in NH. It's a furnished apartment which you could call my love nest LL. It's where I meet and enjoy some of the ladies that come into my life and all the ladies that....come, and they all do under my attentive body. Sometime on top of it as well.
I guess you thought you had your life with flour man all sewn up when we parted. You knew so little about me. Me, the man you said had no friends, but in fact has many. One thing you did get right. You said I'd land on my feet (I already had, little did you know). It was not only my feet I landed on, but on my back, on others backs and on their fronts.
Which sort of brings me back to Rachel, who I have known sometime. A younger friend of Ash's in fact. they were ladies who shopped in the stores. Rachel separated last year. Her husband was playing away. thankfully for Rachel in a way, they have no children. She called me one day a bout a month after the separation last Spring and wondered if she could see me and talk through how she felt. I said yes and invited her to the ranch. It was not so long before that I had lost Ash.
Rachel wondered if we might meet somewhere else, somewhere she could say over. I told her about my apartment, but not its purpose, of course. She thought it was ideal so we met in Concord and had brunch. Afterward, we both took our cars and drove to the apartment. Rachel following behind.
I took her case inside and she followed. I don't do things by halves these days LL. The place is very nicely appointed and furnished. I made coffee and then Rachel poured her heart out for about an hour. There were tears, a few but also resolution that she wasn't going to let her life fall apart and she was going to take him to the cleaners financially., I didn't doubt that at all. Her father was a retired partner in a big Boston law firm.
She was quite emotional to begin with then slowly quietened down and asked how I was getting on and coping. I told her that I had suffered more than a few knock backs in life and I was OK. I was sitting on the couch and she in an armchair. She came over and joined me and asked me to give her a cuddle. I put my arm around her and just held there, maybe for five or six minutes she said nothing, nor did I. I could smell her perfume and her soft hair was against my cheek. That was a lovely five minutes or so.
I am sure you can figure out from the photo I took of Rachel on a later occasion last year that she wasn't out of her thirties. Finally, she stirred and thanked me. Still in my arms she looked me in the face and asked me to take her to bed. We kissed...just a single kis at first but then more passionately, particularly on Rachel's part.
Shortly after we were in bed together. We made love and on my part tenderly knowing what she had been through. Lots of nice kisses and caressing. Rachel enjoyed that afternoon very much, she said. I had been kind and considerate while making love to her, she said. Not only that she had come twice, which was lovely, she said.
Now LL, whenever I am in Concord, or rather at the ranch, or in Nantucket, we meet up regularly. Not just for sex, although that usually follows, but for walks, rides and dining in or out. I'm a mean old cook these days.
Something and indeed someone altogether different to Rachel and separated not just by the years but by class also. This lady featured within your time with me. Her name is Donna and I met her via that website. She hit on me first so to speak. That is she started the conversation.
I told her I was in her area on a regular basis with 'work'. Not quite how I would describe my relationship with you LL, but it served its purpose. I told Donna I was an auditor, which I had been with my previous employer, which covered the reason for my travels. I didn't leave that job on 'garden leave' as I told you. I left to further my business interests. This was all after March 2004 and your admission, under the influence of booze, which you consume far too much of even now.
To cut to the chase I started seeing Donna in July 2004, sometimes a short drive from you or Emma/Hayley/Janice /Chaaya...see above and below, sometimes a short drive from another of my ladies, in Penrith or around that area. I had quite a concentration of willing women at one point right on your doorstep...not to mention the ones in East Anglia/London etc. I was leading a quite lovely, rewarding and very satisfying life. You with you man/men were just playing around on the edges of what I had achieved. I have no regrets about any of it seeing that you broke my trust. You once said I wanted revenge. I didn't. If there has been a revenge then it lies in the women I have had, the wealth I have achieved and the extraordinary life I now lead.
Back to Donna. I took the shot above on one of my visits to see her. Physically, I found her very attractive and sexy. Intellectually, she was just a working class lass and we were never going to make a long term thing of it. She liked the sex and I liked the sex. Donna enjoyed my generosity and we went away in Northern England a few times...York etc etc.
Donna had no inhibitions, hence the rather revealing shot above taken on her couch. She was also taken her couch. A really lovely body. Unblemished skin and a lovely figure combined to make our sex for me a matter of great pleasure. Her boobs were especially nice with her puffy nipples. I sucked on them shortly after this photo while I entered her generous pussy after I had given the latter due attention with my tongue.
I won't go any further. You can probably guess what ensued on each occasion we met, but I will say I never left Donna without her having been fully satisfied.
A commission from about a month ago. Lovely isn't she, LL.
Donna a little way above may have been working class, but Charlotte in this photo was most decidedly not. In fact she was/is from the other end of the social hierarchy.
That didn't make her any less 'hot' though and she was most definitely hot.
As I have said before LL, you really didn't know me at all. I could mix with people like you, with academics, with people from the upper classes for want of a better description and hold my own with any of them. I still do. Only yesterday I met up with a friend from England who holds a doctorate from Magdalene College, Cambridge, UK and we had a very interesting conversation in Miami.
Meeting Charlotte was no different. A lady I met on another site which back then was in its early days but is very well known now. To light a fire you need...tinder😉.
We chatted and then we met. For her this was very much an extra-marital affair, which resulted in our meeting at a house one of her friends owned, but was unoccupied. It was not occupied because Charlotte's friend used it for the very same purpose we did. The house was in Chiddingfold a village well away from her home and her friend's home. On the day the photo above was taken we had been out for the evening some way from the village. I guess this was my third or fourth visit. We had also met in London, just before I bought my apartment there.
We could get 'lost' in both places.
After our meal we drove back to the house closed the drapes and Charlotte said she wanted to pose for some photos for me before we went to bed. I couldn't wait to get her into bed that evening. I was feeling pretty randy, truth be told. However, I agreed and she stripped off as I did and she posed. Some far more intimate than the one above.
We went to the bedroom. Charlotte was feeling horny as much as I was. Her hands were all over me straight away and her lips. We kissed, her hands took my erection to a newer height through her judicious massaging of the fella. Then it was quite rigid. She turned around to get onto the bed and I grabbed her boobs from behind and fondled and squeezed them. As you can see from the above photo, they were quite generous and I loved them in my hands. After a few minutes, Charlotte arched her back a little and pushed her ass toward me so that my erection was between her legs.
Apart from my holding her breast in my hands I did nothing but Charlie started a rhythmic sliding motion on my cock with her pussy and she was soon quite wet. I am sure you can guess what happened then. She bent over the bed and allowed me to fuck her from behind and I did quite hard and fast. The way she always liked her first bout of sex.
I used one hand to find her clit with my fingers and as I fucked her I rubbed her clit for all that it was worth. You could say she was quick 'comer' because she always came quickly on the first intercourse, then she liked it more slowly and drawn out. I always obliged, sometimes like this sometimes with my tongue doing the honors.
Sure enough as on all our other occasions, Charlotte came amid moans, groans and shouts as she reached her peak. She was one of those ladies who liked her man not to give up at that stage or just withdraw. I did withdraw but only momentarily, so she could lie on her back as I entered her.
Then LL, long a slow so she and I could savour our moments of pleasure. Sliding smoothly to and fro, holding myself back so she could hum her mmmm's out as I pleasure her. Fondling those lovely breasts. Pinching her erect nipples, wallowing in her juices. She loved it - I loved it. Then I would slowly thrust a little faster, then faster eventually coming don on her like a rampant stallion until she cried out for no more, then more...until she came and I flooded her.
We had sex in other ways too, LL and in other places. When my London apartment went through Charlotte was a regular visitors. A bit of West End shopping, a bit of eating out and lots of lovely sex with this hot lady. I still see her. In fact we didn't really stop except when I was married to Ash. I last saw Charlotte about two weeks ago on en route home from France
A very pleasant commission from last September. I'll say no more...apart from she had a very nice butt and.............
I don't think Emily realised I had taken this shot. She had fallen asleep in my spa bath in my home in San Diego, since sold. I now have my west coast homes in LA and the old one in San Fran.
I don't think I need to give you a detailed explanation here. It followed something of the usual pattern. A call to take photos, which was not the real reason. Emily was there because of what a friend of hers and a client of mine had related about my sexual exploits with the friend. I didn't have to get Emily into bed, she did that all by herself. I willingly followed her lead. In fact, I rarely do have to persuade the women in my life since you. I didn't have to persuade you either LL!
The shot was taken post our coital joining.
High on a hill, and Jasmin had two high hills...no make that three and she's laying on all three in this shot. One of my commissions with benefits LL. Her very nice home in the hills was somewhere near Salinas. I say somewhere to mask its exact location.
The views were spectacular and I am not talking about Jasmin, LL, although she was pretty spectacular in her own right. I had been slowly working my way from one commission to another from San Fran down to LA. By 2007 I had contacts LL, lots of them and one person led to another as one thing led to another, which is how I came to meet Jasmin in California - I had been introduced with a strong recommendation, LL!
Following contact by phone and email. It had been arranged that I arrive on the day and week in question. I was also offered a room at her mansion for an overnight stay, which I accepted. We hadn't met before, of course, and I had only seen a face shot of her. It was pleasant surprise when I arrived, not only to meet Jasmin for the first time (but not the last, LL😉), but to see and stay at the fabulous home she lived in. From that you will gather this lady was very wealthy.
How she is so wealthy must remain a secret from you, otherwise you might be able to identify her. I added a twist to her name so that won't work either. The afternoon I arrived she had some service people there, cleaners just leaving and a chef who had prepared and left a meal, I found out later. I unloaded my camera gear and Jasmin told me where I could leave it, then showed me my room, which was better described as a suite.
We dined that evening on the meal the chef had prepared. It was excellent. Then we talked over wine and a nightcap. During this time I was shown around the whole place which was built on concrete pillars due to it's location on a hillside. It boasted a very large deck enclosed by a glass barrier from which we could see Salinas and other places below and also see the ocean, albeit at night.
There was a further area constructed of wood separate from the deck which was tiled. This was accessed through Jasmin's bedroom suite and she said was where she sunbathed, notwithstanding there was a pool below.
That first night LL we eventually said goodnight and went to our bedrooms. I was thankful she wasn't late that evening as I had done a fair bit of driving that day. I was up early the following morning in just my gown and boxers having showered and shaved. I started unpacking my gear in my bedroom, camera's, lenses tripod etc.
There was a tap on my door and I said to come in. Jasmin floated in wearing a lovely dressing gown - it was probably silk or stain or something quite slinky. She said she was going to sunbathe before breakfast and for me to join her with my camera in a few minutes. I chose a lens fitted it to the camera body and took a small tripod with me, just in case. I reckoned I had give J enough time so walked into and through her bedroom to her sunbathing area outside. It was slightly raised from the bedroom and accessed by, I think, three or four steps.
What greeted me was almost what you see above. She had heard me approach of course. My view was of her legs and lovely ass pointing toward me and she laying on her front. I will always recall what she said 'Come and enjoy the view'. If ever there was a double meaning to the phrase this was it. Then she raised her legs and parted them to reveal her pussy in all its glory. 'Take as many shots as you like', she said. I did. Just one of them appears above.
Of course I knew I had been 'set up' for sex and with her pussy in sight I started to rise to the occasion. It was obviously planned - she would never have sunbathed on jsut a blanket on that wooden deck. That was when she said that she had heard of my reputation bed and wasn't going to miss out now she had me all to herself. I wasn't going to miss out either LL.
Apart from what I had seen on the deck, she had a great figure and boobs to match the rest of her. I don't recall having breakfast there at all. We were in her bed for well over two hours and she liked sex lots and lots of different ways. Most you will be aware of so I won't describe them here, but I am sure you can imagine her on her back with her legs in the air and my erection plunged all the way into that pussy you see above.
The next night and the one after (I stayed an extra night) we slept together with all that brought with it.
Jasmin is still around and still very sexy. She has moved to Beverley Hills now and that si where I see her...from time to time. When I say see her, I really do mean see her...all of her.
Paris Studio 2008
This lady is French and she is lovely. I took this shot as the caption says in Paris back in 2008 and I still love it as much today as I did when I first shot her. Her name is Emmanuelle.
This photo was taken on my first trip to Oz. I say first as I have been back every year since 2007. The location is one of the islands off the Brisbane conurbation. Stradbroke in fact. It is mainly sand tracks so a four wheel drive is necessary. In my case it was a Toyota Land Cruiser which coped very well....and it was fun, LL.
The location in the photo is the east side of the island and the lady is Naomi. You can see how empty the place is from the shot above and a few others below. The Toyota is just behind me in the shot and guess what LL, having stripped off briefly Naomi thought it would be 'fun' to have sex on the beach. There was no one around, I think I remember seeing a guy about a mile or more away to the north, but he was fishing. Naomi wanted me to dip my rod into her waters.
There's a certain excitement to having sex out doors and given how delectable Naomi was that day, who was I to refuse. Maybe at this point I should explain how I know Naomi. I have an apartment as I have shown you before, to the south of Brisbane center facing the beach which is just across the road. Naomi is a neighbor in the same building and we came to know each other by frequently bumping into each other in the underground car park beneath my apartment block. My apartment is the penthouse occupying the whole of the top floor.
Naomi and I are I guess you could call it, sex buddies. We are also good friends with no strings attached. I'll be seeing her again next year.
We had sex in the back of the Toyota, LL. The back flap drops down as do the back seats. Plenty of room with some soft furnishings to have our way with each other. She looked great gracing my bed in the apartment two days later when we got back.
As you can see I have known and 'known' and know a great many women, all of whom have given me access, so to speak. I don't have notches on my bed. I have notes many, many of them...including those I made about you. Some make better reading than others. Yours fall into the latter category, for example. while again, for instance, the lady you 'rubbished' Carole fell into the former.
Carlisle 2004
I had to slip this one in. This is a friend, albeit a younger one, and a friend of one of your friends, LL. As you have probably figured out by now, I didn't always go home when I left your place and I didn't this particular Monday Tuesday and Wednesday.
Monday May 16 was the day in question. I'm going to use a false name here for obvious reasons. I took Emma for lunch after I called round to her place or rather quite near to her place. Lunch was booked in Keswick again for obvious reasons. How I came to know here is easy. Whilst waiting for you in the City one weekend I bumped into one of your 'mates'. Emma was with her. I told your friend I was waiting for you, but she had to go.
Emma however stayed a few minutes and we talked until she wandered off before you appeared. I gave her my number and just said to me to call. That I'd like to talk more. To my surprise she did LL. Naturally, I knew about your games behind my back by then. We talked and got along on the phone surprisingly well. At that stage I had only given her my landline. Couldn't have calling my cell while I was with you...could we! We exchanged email addresses.
Emma was single back then with no one in tow. I had made the move partly because I was furious about what you had been up to and partly because Emma had flirted with me that morning I bumped into her and your friend. The other reasons were that she was attractive, had a nice figure and most certainly great looking breasts under the dress she wore that day.
We chatted for a period of about a couple of weeks and then she invited me to meet up with her and stay over a couple of nights, hence that first lunch in Keswick. Lunch was followed by a walk along the lakeside, the walk was followed by our returning to Emma's.
That in turn was followed by our going to bed together LL. Emma told me a bit further in the future that is was my smile, my eyes and the fact as she put it, that I am bit of a charmer. Just like most of the other women in my life have said.
Sex with Emma was great, so much better than climbing into bed with you LL. She had a much younger body, nice boobs that were firm and upright when she wasn't and she loved me being inside her and doing my 'thing'. She said pretty much the same as you - where did I learn to make love like that!
There you have it -a few more of the many women in my life from March 2004 onward. I often thought during 2004 and 2005 what you would think if you knew how many other women I had been inside, but then I thought, how many men had been with you and decided my actions were entirely justified given your behavior.
Oh I forgot Emma's panties in the photo, but then so did she on quite a few occasions!
Ciao
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