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