The first woman he met was in a university city in England. He'd been on his own a while and there were plenty of women out there that were in similar circumstances, some through divorce some through widowhood.
The word plenty, rather than many, is used purposely to highlight this man's appetite and indeed that of those he encounters. Some said he was lucky to have the life style and wealth he enjoyed, but that was not entirely his view having been widowed himself at an earlier time. He worked for it, as he did for everything in his life. Ex Navy, Ex intelligence community and ex banker he was also a keen photographer, so there is some record of what follows including discreet and discrete photos. His cameras went everywhere with him.
What follows, in fact, describes his encounters and the mutuality of them - that is, benefits on both sides. Each tale within the blog is a separate post.
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Her name was Joanna and they started out chatting via a dating site, exchanging some emails and a few phone conversations. These continued but both he and her soon cut to arranging a meeting. Naturally being a gentleman - in all aspects of his life and affairs (both senses of the word) - he traveled to meet her.
He was invited one Sunday, for lunch, to her small row house - or terrace as they are known in the UK. Pretty well educated, Joanna was a slim and relatively tall woman at 5' 7". She possessed that cut glass English accent that spoke of a good education and upbringing.
That day she was wearing jeans cut to the hip and a light shirt, or blouse. She had fair hair and a figure that did all the right things in all the right places.
What followed is best told in the first person, so the author is switching to that medium.
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Upstairs comprised a bathroom - useful. A master bedroom and a smaller bedroom, the latter of which was in use as an office and study. All told a modest place but beautifully decorated and furnished. Joanna showed me the study and I started browsing her book shelves. They say you can tell a lot about a person from the books they read. A good mix of quality fiction was in evidence with quite a lot of classical literature and poetry including Rupert Brooke, of course. From that the well informed reader will work out the location.
I had become more than a little engrossed in my perusal when I chanced upon a volume whose subject matter was sexuality and women. The volume was more prominent than the others - sticking out from the otherwise neatly serried ranks of other serious tomes. Interesting insight into another side of Joanna.
At that point I was distracted from my reading by the rustling sound of cloth in an otherwise quiet house. With book in hand I sauntered out onto the landing to find Joanna in a thin dressing gown in the very feminine main bedroom....only real bedroom, in fact. Here was a lady who lived on her own and had few house guests, other than those that may have shared her bed.
Sunshine was filtering into the room from two sheer drapes that were gently blowing inwards from the almost full length window. She came towards me, smiled, and started to unbutton my shirt and undo my belt. I didn't resist. In fairly short order, with my assistance, there wasn't much standing between us. Just a bathrobe that was soft and carried her scent. She went to kiss me then, teasingly, she turned and faced away from me. In front her on the left side of the bed was a full length mirror - no bedside table. She smiled at me again, in the mirror.
Slowly she lowered her blue bath robe down over her shoulders until it was at elbow height. This revealed here wonderful breasts. She was undoubtedly aroused in anticipation - her nipples literally stood testament to that! The gown was lowered further to just below her beautiful buttocks and....then to the floor.
The mirror reflected her hour glass figure and the fullness of her breasts and hips, beautifully. A shaft of sunlight shone between the drapes describing a wavering line of intense light all the way down her right side. It touched her fair hair and lit it up with streaks of gold, like a river of golden mercury it streamed down her side tracing every curve as it it did.
I put my hands on her upper arms and was rewarded with a little shudder, then I caressed her shoulders moving down her back until I was able to stroke her outer thighs, softly. Moving to her waist she thrust her butt out toward me. I moved my hands upward and caressed the sides of each of her breasts, which were now more fulsome than ever. My fingers moved to her areola, a beautiful soft pink surround to those hard nipples. I traced the minute irregularities there but avoided touching her nipples. By this time I was ready for whatever was to come....and so was she.
Her skin was like silk beneath my hands. My hands were warm and she moved them with her hands so that they cupped her breasts. As I fondled her gently she placed her hands either side of the mirror in a way that meant she was leaning forward slightly. The shaft of sunlight now shone between us until it reached my groin and her butt, which was well and truly thrust in my direction. She gently moved to an fro against me which stimulated her and me, even more. The result was very wet and warm.
That gentle movement,, by her, increased in rapidity and it was not long before she was gasping and then uttering sounds that were close to ecstatic. Her breathing was fast, panting almost, her breasts now freed from my hands were fully mobile and looked fantastic.
She turned sat on the bed, then laid back, leaving her feet over the side. She lay width-ways across it smiling and holding her arms out in a gesture that said she wanted me fully. She lifted her legs and I guess that was all the confirmation needed. My genital member is more than man enough for the task and so it proved. The withdrawing action bringing gasps each I time I moved. She held her legs wider and the result was both very wet and climatic for her. I was standing and still thrusting - she loved it. My hands squeezing both her breasts, the nipples very proud. Faster I drove myself and she was enjoying every minute. Finally, I reached where she had been just minutes before.
Laying in a post coital sweat, both breathing regularly but fast. I held her in my arms, her breasts moving with her breathing against my chest and we kissed....
I saw Joanna again a few times, but it was eventually time to move on and we both did by mutual agreement some months later."
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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright
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