Rachel

Now here was a lady that was very different. I will leave it to the narrator to tell this tale in the first person as usual.

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'As I have intimated in previous blogs in this series, I have homes in several places around the world. At the time Rachel came into my life I had an apartment in Manhattan, New York. I have since replaced that with a much larger place nearby.

Around the time we met I had just embarked on my literary career and was at an event in NYC hosted by my then to be publisher. Life, after another woman who let me down badly, was on the up and up. Rachel was another encounter  but one where we didn't move on 'by mutual agreement'.

It was a pretty crowded hotel conference room decked out for quite a high powered event with several very well known authors of the English speaking world and, for want of another term, some of the 'beautiful' people and glitterati. Drink flowed freely interspersed by canapes discreetly served. I long ago learned to nurse my glass at such events keeping it reasonably full to avoid 'top ups', and thus able to keep my wits about me. 

Knowing the so called 'society' present, I am sure some discreet drug taking took place, but naturally there was nothing obvious. It was early evening and I had been suffering a fair amount of insufferable small talk, occasionally relieved by conversations with some of the better authors present. Back then I spent a fair amount of time in New York, mainly because I know the City so well and also because, despite some of the negatives, I love being there. 

After my own reasonably recent experiences in the North of England (more on this in a later blog), I really felt alive there. One of the reasons I left my country of birth and became a US citizen was the lack of negativity. the 'can do' attitude and the fact it is devoid  of the class posturing I experienced in England. I refer not to the higher social classes there, but the so called 'hard done by' lower echelons of society.

So New York was like a breath of fresh air - still is.

A friend and successful author, LC (another expat Brit), had just left my side after a great conversation and a few good laughs. I was about to circulate and began to head towards a guy I recognized when a hand grabbed my upper arm. At first I glanced down at the hand - it was a woman's. I then detected a waft of  that classic perfume Chanel No. 5. From there I turned slightly to my right and was presented with a vision of beauty and loveliness - Rachel, as I later found out. She came alongside and hooked her arm in mine, like an old friend and, in a New England accent, introduced herself. She walked me over to the side of the room. I went quite voluntarily. 

Out of the melee of people, we chatted. She wore what is best described as a cocktail dress that showed her figure off to full effect, whilst retaining a complete air of sophistication. Just a small tantalizing amount of cleavage was displayed. She had very dark brown hair that had been styled expertly. I suspected it was long but the intricacies of the hair styling hid it well, if indeed it was long.

She smiled at me, I thought at something I had said previously, but I realized that my thoughts and indeed eyes had been feasting, not on what she said, but how she looked. She knew where my thoughts had been and she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

I never cease to be amazed as to why and how I attracted such beautiful woman with little or no effort, but here I was again. I have been told that it's my voice, my accent and my manners and manner, but I can't put my finger on what it is. What the hell though...who is complaining!

She held my arm the rest of that evening and introduced me to a lot of people who themselves became good friends and contacts. We didn't retire together that night but shared a cab to my place and then she traveled on to her own apartment.

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Morning came, it was a Sunday in late Spring, and I received a call from Rachel inviting me over for coffee, ostensibly to discuss some areas of publishing. She lived close by on the Upper East Side of Manhattan where I still have a luxury apartment. It was a warm Spring day, so I decided to walk the two blocks to her place.

The concierge buzzed me through when I arrived at her building, wishing me a great day. I was hopeful... I took the elevator to her floor and found her apartment. As I was about to hit the buzzer the door opened.

Rachel, smiling broadly, gave me a full on all-American hug and I followed her into what turned out to be a large and very well appointed apartment. She was wearing  a long tee shirt that reached just below her knees . I guess you could term that Sunday morning relaxing gear. Her legs were something else! In England when I was younger we used to say a long legged girls legs went all the way up to her armpits. That applied to Rachel.

She had one wall of the apartment completely of glass. In front of it were two of those  S shaped lounger chairs all leather and chrome. She was in the kitchen area fixing coffee. For the past 10 years I have been a 'flat white coffee' man long before that drink made it from New Zealand to other parts of the globe. I think I discovered it for myself in New Zealand, about 10 years back.

I was standing surveying the scene outside the window. We were pretty high up of course and the view was great.

Coffee appeared, I could smell the aroma long before Rachel presented it to me. We sat on the loungers...or rather lounged. I'd kicked of my loafers, naturally. Rachel curled her legs under as ladies do, nursing her hot coffee and we enjoyed the moment in silence, staring out at the New York panorama spread before us.

Her hair was tousled but she had run a brush through it, it seemed. I found it and her very attractive in this relaxed setting, after the formality of the previous evening. We enjoyed the silence for a while sipping our coffee and taking in that view. She didn't know my apartment at that stage but we enjoyed similar circumstances and similar views. Her taste in furnishings was not wholly removed from mine but it was different in various ways including the art/pictures she had displayed on the walls

Our conversation revolved around that and various galleries here and in Europe that we had visited. She hadn't been to the Uffizi one of the oldest galleries in the world. We talked of Raphael and others by which time our coffee was finished. I went for a top up but Rachel declined.

As I returned I could see the full height window in front of Rachel, reflected her image perfectly. She had unfolded her legs and drawn them up revealing her thighs from where I stood and quite a bit more in the reflection. I had paused, standing drinking my second cup of coffee - black this time - and she saw where my gaze had fallen...and smiled at me in the reflection. She made no move to cover herself with a degree of modesty..

I put my cup down and she stood up turned took one step toward me flung her arms round my neck and kissed me, quite passionately. I returned the kiss with equal passion, caressing her back through the flimsy tee shirt she was wearing. In that embrace I discovered she was not wearing a bra and I already knew she had no panties...

Things moved fairly rapidly from that point. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed followed swiftly by my trousers and the rest of my clothing. She grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and it came off over her head in one swift movement. We both stood there naked as the day we were both born. We held hands briefly at arms length.

There was and is about 10 years between us, me being the eldest. Apart from that and at that moment there was nothing between us. She looked at me and I smiled. She said I had a great smile and very friendly eyes. I returned the compliment by first looking her over completely, catching my breath at her beauty and telling her so. Her desire was becoming apparent and mine was blatantly obvious. We walked the short distance from the lounge to the main bedroom she stopped just inside the room and I kissed her on the neck.

With one hand I caressed her tummy from behind and with the other cupped her right breast in my hand. I have been told I have large hands but she was quite a full handful. I squeezed her breast as I held it up and forward, catching her nipple between two of my fingers as I did. She was hardening quicker than I can write this sentence. I changed hands and breasts and she thrust her butt toward me. My right hand reaching down to her groin which was wet with readiness.

Slipping my hands to her waist then to her upper thighs she allowed my rock solid member to slide between her legs. A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips and she rocked to and fro gently so that her other lips gradually opened. That was one of the most beautiful backsides I had ever had the pleasure of surveying. She turned, my hand slipping round her waist as she did so.

She laid on the bed, her breasts still showing firmly upwards rather than flattening sideways. They were a pretty pert pair of boobs. Her legs were apart and she was showing all the wetness and lubrication necessary. I knelt between her legs and she guided me into her. I allowed myself to tease her vagina and it's lips, rotating around as I did so. This aroused her even more and it was apparent she wanted me fully inside her. I resisted at first teasing her even more.

Then I thrust into her deeply and fully, then almost withdrawing at an angle that caught her G spot each time I did so. She came and then came again, shuddering as she did so and arching her back accompanied by all the yes's you can imagine. I withdrew and moved her to the edge of the bed so that I could stand. She held her legs as far apart as she could with her hands grasping her thighs.

I re-entered her and changed the tempo of my thrusting to hard and fast, coming down on her pubic bone and clitoris regularly and with an increased tempo. She shouted out again and again in pleasure and I knew she was experiencing multiple orgasms. Her face was reddened with the excitement and her nipples and breasts were in equal shows of engorgement. I lent forward and grabbed both her breasts with my  hands and squeezed them hard, by which time I had reached a peak and gushed into her. That last effort saw her eyes rolled back in her head as she hit the heights a final time accompanied by vocal noises that had me squirting again into her. I laid down, supported by my elbows, on top of Rachel as both our bodies shuddered with pleasure. I was still hard and stayed inside her. She later told me that I was the first man she had met that did that and it made her feel that she was at one with me.

We lay like that for a short while until she wriggled out from under me and I withdrew. I was still quite hard and she could see that. Not many women have had that effect on me, which made Rachel rather special. She stood by the bed and I joined her still having my member rock hard and still ready for action. She turned placed her hands on the bed so she was bent over and opened her legs. This presented her still wet and engorged vagina directly at my penis. I entered her again but this time I thrust in and out of her fully, the underside tip of my penis catching her G spot as it did so and of course where we were both ultra sensitive.

My hands were holding her by the side of her waist just above her gorgeous hips so I was able to pull her onto me as well which encouraged her to come again which she did with some force - I guess I had brought about a female ejaculation as she gushed all over my member. Things were really wet now and she was almost shouting for me to go faster. I obliged as I could feel myself reaching a point of no return. We were both bathed in perspiration and my hands were slipping on her thighs. I let go and grabbed her breasts just as I finally came and felt myself let my load into her. She was gasping and I withdrew.

We fell literally into each others arms and she wrapped her legs around me as we lay on the bed regaining our breath. I have to say, as she did, that neither of us had experienced anything like what we had both enjoyed that New York morning. She said I was quite a sexed up man and although the previous evening she had taken a liking to me she never thought it would climax literally in such a sea of passion. I was born British and she said she would never again joke about us as lovers.

One way and another we were both pretty sticky so she showed me the bathroom where there was an ultra modern greater than double, shower. Wet room style, it had no doors just a central glass panel with entry points either end and two upper and lower shower heads. She invited me to join her. The shower ran hot over our bodies cleansing away the bodily fluids. With plenty of shower gel available the whole shower became an erotic 'pleasure dome. My hands caressed and washed her body from breasts to thighs and from butt to back. She responded at the same time by running her hands all over my body and my genitalia, which despite previous exertions responded to her caresses, as did her breasts which hardened up and became engorged once more.

The shower continued to run. She turned away from me and grabbed the support rail in the showere and presented herself to me once more from behind. I was fully 'cocked and locked' if you will excuse the pun. I entered her gently my hands on her breasts which were slippery with soap suds. Her legs were apart as she stood there pretty much up right. I used one hand to garb her long brunette hair and she arched her back which gave me full entry into her. She moaned and used her body to move my penis in and out of her rapidly. I likewise was thrusting into her and boy what pleasure we both had. I have never heard a woman express her pleasure vocally so much as Rachel did. It didn't take either of us long to both reach yet another climax. Not sure whether the women in my life have realized what a turn on it is to hear a woman moan when making love to her but it sure made me come again when I thought I had nothing left.

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I had no idea of the time nor did I care, but by the time we had toweled each other off it was getting close to lunch. Rachel told me she wasn't too sure about walking as her upper thighs were aching with our lovemaking and this from one of the fittest women I have know...in both senses of the word.  We had more coffee, dressed, Rachel did her hair, and we left for lunch. The elevator was empty all the way down which enabled us to kiss and for Rachel to then fix her lipstick before we reached street level.

The concierge could see Rachel was glowing as we passed him, arm in arm. I was rewarded with a smile and a wink from him. The restaurant she chose was full, but there was nobody else there as far as we were both concerned and we enjoyed each other's company, conversation and silences, which were filled with smiles, looking into each others eyes and holding hands occasionally across the table.

Rachel is Jewish. She is also a very good literary attorney and she remains my literary attorney to this day. So, as things stand, I still see her in New York from time to time.

I had to leave a few days later and flew to Indianapolis to meet an old friend, but I didn't leave Rachel behind in my life....more in a future blog.

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No photos this time - for obvious reasons.



Postscript to a 'friend':

LL you should be able to figure this one out. After all, you were playing around behind my back when I embarked on this trip. You knew of the trip but not of it's purpose...and you thought you had the upper hand! Think again baby! 

  

Mandy

He had seen two  women called Mandy in his life. This is an excerpt of part of his encounters with the first, lady bearing that name, correctly called Amanda. Best told in the first person by the author, so his story is here. All these events, as narrated in this blog, took place some years ago.

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Mandy

'As I have said in my previous blogs I am a wealthy man. Not ostentatious, but nevertheless liking the good things in life. Good wine, good food and....beautiful women.

Part of my wealth is vested in real estate, both in my home country. the USA. and at various locations overseas. At the time Mandy came into my life I was spending some time at my apartment in Docklands, London, UK. I spent 15 years off and on, in the past, living in London and love the place. Some of that love stems from my late teenage years when I frequently spent weekends there with friends.

Meeting Mandy was pure happenstance. I was frequenting my usual coffee place close by my apartment. All the tables were taken apart from a couple of seats at mine. A stunning - to me - lady approached and I looked up from my book. She asked if she could share the table. I acquiesced,naturally.

She sat quietly, just sipping her coffee and glancing around. I looked up from my book and our eyes met. She smiled and so did I. She said I had a friendly smile. I returned the compliment and we started chatting. It soon became apparent that we didn't live too far from each other in London. We also shared something else in common and that was wealth. So, there was nothing to prove there for either us. She had been on her own for a while and had immersed herself in the businesses she still runs to this day. She said she was suffering from the 'all work and no play' syndrome and we laughed. I suggested we might concentrate on the latter - play - and invited her out to dinner.

It was Spring but not warm enough for just a summer dress. Mandy was elegant and chic in a skirt, blouse and tailored jacket. The jacket was in red and quite striking against her skin color which was a beautiful shade of honey. Mandy was of mixed race, part black but mainly white in her features and... that explained her skin color. She was somewhere in her 40's and tall with her heels. It was apparent that she knew how to dress.

Dinner was left to me and I booked a very small intimate and upmarket place I know in Mayfair. The rest of that day passed fairly quickly and with a good degree of anticipation of the evening ahead. Although we both had cars located in our London homes we used a cab that evening. My cab stopped by her place, which was only a short distance from my own apartment, and then we headed west through the evening traffic. It was dark and so was the interior of the cab. We chatted about inconsequential things for a bit (cabbies have ears!) and then I found her hand in mine and then our fingers intertwined. Hers were long and slender and warm and her alluring perfume was wafting in my direction - a perfect start to the evening.

The meal was exquisite and the way the restaurant was laid out we enjoyed the intimacy of our own booth-like area. The soft murmur of other's conversations and the adequately lit tables added to the overall experience. I have had some lovely evenings with beautiful women, but this particular evening was up there with the best.

We went back to our neighborhood and she invited me in for coffee - neither of us were in the mood for sleeping...yet. She had an apartment that reflected her wealth, as mine did back then. (I have since sold it and moved to west London). Luxurious, but not ostentatious. Coffee, fresh ground of course, not pre-ground....and an Amaretto...Disaronno... not the other stuff, appeared.

That done, she joined me on the couch kicking off her shoes and curling her legs beneath her facing me and cupping her coffee in her hands. We talked and finished our coffee. She leaned forward and kissed me. I had wanted to kiss her full lips almost since I met her. Our tongues explored each other....as might have done later, in more depth and spread.

Mandy slipped off the couch and into her bedroom just off the lounge. She reappeared a short time later wearing a short satin dressing gown. I stood up and kissed her tasting the residue of the liqueur on her lips my hands on her waist, then embracing her fully.

Later and on other occasions she allowed me to capture her beauty on my camera, sometimes during the day and on other occasions overnight.

She felt very comfortable in my arms and murmured that I made her feel secure. I had no idea that she felt insecure in any way as she had come across as the epitome of a confident professional woman. She then told me she had been alone for quite a while.

I wasn't in oil back then, apart from a few shareholdings in the majors, but it looked like oil was on the agenda that night as she was carrying a bottle. She asked me if I would like to apply a little 'in certain areas'. We laughed. We both knew what it meant. I shed my shirt and followed her into the bedroom.

The bed must have been  six feet plus square and furnished with satin sheets. Satin gown, satin sheets and I was pretty certain, satin skin. She removed my belt and I removed what remained. she handed me the oil and slid the gown off her shoulders, holding it at the waist. Her breasts were magnificent, proud and very firm, slightly up-tilted and her nipples surrounded by a beautiful shade of dark pink Larger than I had seen before. The nipples and the surrounding area were heading toward conical in shape. She smiled at me as I couldn't take my eyes of them.



Her skin in that area was the same honey color and no sign of a bikini having been worn. I said she was liquid gold and valued highly - she liked that.

I trickled oil in her cleavage....it dribbled down until it was just level with the underside of her breasts. I stopped it with my warm hands and began to spread it evenly on both her breasts, around her nipples, massaging gently as I did. The gown dropped to the floor. revealing her beautiful body in it's entirety.

 She tuned her back to me. As the oil spread and her nipples hardened under the attention of my hands, she spread her legs. She bent forward slightly so that my hands were still in full control of her breasts. She presented me with another lubricated area that was quite wet and open like a flower waiting to be pollinated.

The site of a female behind as beautiful as that presented to me was hard to ignore...and I was very hard and sure as hell wasn't going to ignore it, or the flower beneath. I teased her nipples with my fingers and her flower both of which were engorged. I teased her entrance and her clitoris which brought forth the response I expected. Slight entry followed by slight withdrawal heightened her need further. All the time her breasts were hardening.

The gateway was fully dilated now and the juices flowing liberally. I moved my hands to her hips and she knelt on the bed on the satin sheets. Her backside fully presented to me. I remained standing and then fully penetrated her, which brought a gasp to her lips. Pulling her onto me I held her there and slowly pumped back and forth teasing her clitoris as I did, and then upping the tempo a little further. I must have hit her G-spot fairly early on because she came fully, and full on, with plenty of vocal accompaniment, panting breathlessly, as she did.

I remained in her for a short while, but I could feel my member engorging itself further - locked and cocked, I guess you could say. I withdrew and she turned and lay on her back, legs spread wide. She smiled at my full on erection and beckoned me onto the bed. The satin sheets were wonderful to touch. I knelt between her legs. She was very wet and wide open. I caressed her legs, her thighs and then leaned over her to kiss and suck her nipples at the same time guiding myself into her.

Murmurs of 'mmm' and a gasp came from her. I teased her lips, those below, further and then she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me right into her. She let go and grabbed her own legs so they were spread as far as possible. I began a rapid penetration of her occasionally coming down hard on her clitoris. Her face was flushed and she was becoming more and more vocal..., a screamer in fact.

This heightened my need and urgency. The noise of our actions was equally erotic and she came again, and then again and then again. Her body arching and her stomach contracting as she did. I continued my exertions which pleasured her even more and then I too reached the same point and gushed into her. Satisfaction after a spell of celibacy, of an order that we both agreed was wonderful and fantastic.

The rest of that night was clothed in a lovely deep sleep for both us until we awoke. She fell asleep on my shoulder her hair against my left cheek and her wonderful breasts against my left side - her right leg arranged over my thighs. Heaven.  When we woke, Mandy climbed astride me and....well the rest you can imagine.

We continued to see each other for sometime around our busy lives. I spent time at my then home in Florida and Mandy joined me on a number of occasions and also in Italy where I now own several homes but didn't back then.

We are still in touch. Several years later I married, so our relationship since then has been purely platonic. Mandy is still on her own.

Footnote for LL -  I have always lived by a mantra - hope for the best, but plan for the worst. That is exactly what I did when I met you. Something told me very early on to be careful and cover all the bases and I did. I was right wasn't I. Hence what you read here and in other tales in this series'

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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