Carole Chelo and Julia

Another episode from the anonymous author which I publish on his behalf.

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'It would be fair to say that I was not always a one woman man in those few years, some 10 -14 years ago. By that I mean that I was seeing more than one woman at a time and able to keep the relationships separated. Partly this was as a result of geography (some were abroad, another far away in the same country) and partly, in one case, because of their work pattern.

So in this blog I will write about three ladies who were juxtaposed, so to speak. No, not a foursome, but a trio of beauties who happened to overlap....


Carole

Carole was quite different to most of the other women I met in that period some 10-13 years ago - some four years, in all. She was quite feisty, tall, taller than me in heels, and slim and attractive. Life had dealt her a few cruel blows, not least of which was the fact she was adopted at an early age.

I met her when she was in her late 40's during a summer some 10 years ago.  I was in Norwich a City in the east of England in  restaurant that has now gone, called Auberge, having a light lunch on a boring Saturday. The place was packed with people as the restaurant was situated in a shopping mall.

There were no free tables, although there were two spare seats at my table. A tall slim brunette suddenly turned up at my side her hip/thigh leaning on my shoulder. mainly this was because she was carrying a tray. A slight nudge from that hip grabbed my attention and she asked if the places on my table were free. I said yes and she sat down. It was summer and she was wearing a figure hugging summer dress.

Little did I know that by that evening my hands would be on those thighs and those hips.

She crossed her legs as I browsed the paper I had. She put them out to the side and I could see they were long and shapely.. I looked over the top of my paper and saw a very attractive face with even features surrounded by long straight dark hair and topped off with a fringe. That fringe became a laughing point later.

I put my paper down as I could see that she kept glancing at me. We started to talk and quite quickly were talking freely and totally at ease with each other. I learnt that Carole was divorced and lived just outside the City. I also lived some 25 minutes away although in a different direction.

We got on so well that we must have gotten through three coffees each by then it was mid afternoon. Both on our own, it naturally followed that we decided to meet up that evening for dinner. I drove over to Carole's to pick her up. A southeasterly direction as the crow flies from where I lived but I accessed it by using the A47 and A11.

She looked great when I called on her. In fact to me at that time she looked like $10,000, to coin a phrase. Another figure hugging dress that showed all her curves very well. LL - you said she wasn't that well endowed in the boob department. I agree but they were still looking pretty good from where I stood and from what I later discovered. Bearing in mind she was a year or so younger than you their 'weight, unlike yours, was not dragging them 'south.'

I drove into Norwich having booked a favorite trattoria that was owned and run by an Italian family whose head was an old friend. We had a great meal, as always courtesy, but paid for by me, of a close friend in the owner.

Returning to Carole's she invited me in and showed me around what was an end terrace quite large Victorian property, which she had furnished sympathetically. After  the tour we found ourselves in the kitchen with wine in hand. To be fair we had both had a drink or two at the restaurant - Carole more than me, I being the driver.

We returned to the kitchen and she poured two glasses of wine. Which we sipped while standing. Placing our glasses on the counter, Carole placed her arms around my neck and said, kiss me. It wasn't hard to oblige and she pressed her long lithe body against me causing all sorts of stirring in my groin.

She placed one of her hands right there and then we got a little steamed up. I ran my hands up and down her thighs and her buttocks her dress raised around her waist. Finding her sweet spot under her brief panties was no problem and we raised each other's expectations quite quickly. A little sanity then entered our heads. Neither of us had met before lunchtime that day so we both backed off and agreed I should go home.

We were to see each other again on the Monday following this particular Saturday evening. Carole phoned on the Sunday morning while I was still in bed, partly thinking about her and our evening. She suggested a picnic. The day looked great and she asked me to surprise her with an Italian picnic.

I love a challenge so rose to the occasion. We chose a site in a village between where we both respectively lived and alongside an old water mill. We met there and had a great afternoon.


Carole invited me back to her place and so I followed her there. That evening developed into quite a sexy affair.

Carole went upstairs to change and re-appeared in a robe which covered her body but nothing else. She came down into the lounge, which was at the front of the house, walked into the room and smiled. Then promptly started taking my shirt off while kissing me in between tackling that task. Next was my belt and from there pretty much everything else.

I pulled on the loose knot on her robe, slipped it off her shoulders and we were both completely naked.

We kissed passionately and with some vigour while I held her against me. She put one leg up alongside my left thigh and my penis which was now fully erect could feel the wetness between her legs. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Carole lay back on her couch and pulled her legs up and apart to ease entry. She was so well lubricated and ready that entry was easy. I leaned over and supported myself on the couch back as we made love.

The Site

Another event another couch - same house

Note for LL - Observe the two impressions one on each pillow :)

 She remarked on how thick I was in that department as I thrust into her, but soon that was lost to her cries of more as I teased her around her pussy lips entering slowly then withdrawing fast in part. My pubic bone pounding down on her clitoris ...and then she came with quite an athletic heave upwards and toward me. I intensified my efforts and now her cries were louder and more frequent, until she came again.

After that last climax she suggested we go to bed. Her bed was against one wall so I got in first and lay on my back and she followed. I was still hard and hadn't come yet. She climbed onto me and allowed me to enter her very wet pussy again. Immediately, she was riding me hard rocking too and fro on me and coming again as her clitoris was excited to orgasm once more. She rose up slightly so I could thrust into her and the stimulation of that and her movements on me brought about climax for me.

That followed an afternoon by the pool.

We didn't make it to the bedroom that afternoon, as things unfolded.

There is total privacy at the old home, I once owned . We had been fooling around before changing into our swimming gear (there was a pool at the house). Eating a light lunch and Carole and I laughing over her suggestions regarding the bananas shown below set the tone for the afternoon

We swam and sunbathed - Carole topless - and as the heat of the afternoon struck on the patio that we sat on, our blood rose and we decided to make love on a blanket on the back lawn. That was pretty novel for both of us. Carole was already topless and a some squeezing and rubbing of her breasts and nipples firmed them up and made her nipples erect. She invited me to suck on them which naturally was a pleasure.

Soon she had my trunks off and a gently pull by me on the bows securing her bikini bottoms left us both ready for 'action'.

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my back and ass. Carole was pretty warm too. I climbed between her legs and knelt there looking down at her smiling face. My member was fully erect. Which man wouldn't be in such a circumstance. She then sat up and locked her legs over mine and started to give me a blow job. I grabbed her right breast and fondled and played
with it while my left hand found her pussy.

She brought me to the point I was weeping semen and she was getting pretty excited by my work between her legs. She lay back and I entered her, long and slow at first. Our mutual wetness making a satisfying noise. As one woman put it some time ago - talking to each other. Then we became quite athletic me entering her faster and faster and she bucking up against me. She came with a sharp contraction of her falt stomach and me not being to hold back any more ejaculated fully into her.

It wasn't the most comfortable place in the world so we retired out of the sun to the room shown below and christened the couch shown under the window. How I managed another ejection into Carole that afternoon is testament to her sexuality. She was, and I guess still a very sexy woman.

Another occasion attaches to this couch

We mad love a third time that day, having visited the local pub (now closed) and walking back in complete darkness in this unlit village.  This time we retired here and afterwards had and needed (!) a good night's sleep.

That was another of many times we had sex over the coming months.


I will mention one other instance some two months down the line. She wanted to visit Puerto Pollensa on the island of Majorca and asked me to come with her ( I went again in the future - see Heather).

I agreed - she booked an apartment and we arrived in Las Palmas that September. We hired a car and I drove to the north of the island and our destination. We had a good five days break there, swimming, sunbathing, dining and.... making love.

One evening we returned to the apartment with a bottle of Galliano which we took onto the balcony and spent most of the evening consuming it all. (we often recalled that bottle afterwards and it has been mentioned within the last two months!)

Not the actual bottle!

. During the course of that session on the balcony I discovered Carole wasn't wearing a bra and after we sat down in a love seat arrangement, no panties. She discovered my zip and in the dark of that Spanish evening we managed to get each other highly motivated sexually with the use of our hands, fingers and lips.

On the balcony

Just need to lose the earrings and we're there

Retiring to main bedroom, we stripped - not that there was much to strip - and embraced each other. My hands tracing a line up Carole's thighs around her lovely curved buttocks and onto the small of her back. I spun her round and caressed her relatively small breasts and slid myself between her legs. Boy! Was she ready for me.

We climbed onto the bed and she mounted me again, riding me really hard until she came - quite quickly as I recall. I could feel my full on hardness inside her silky vulva but I was nowhere near ready, yet. She rode on more gently enabling me to stimulate her again. We were both pretty wet with sex at this point so lubrication was not a problem. She started to speed up again after my thrusting and teasing and leaned over me offering her nipples to my mouth.

I licked and nibbled and squeezed and could feel her tightening again toward another orgasm. then she said 'spank me - hard'. I obliged to the extent you could hear the slaps quite loudly she cried out as she reached her peak. Collapsing on me she then rolled of and could see I had made an impression on her buttocks.

I still hadn't came, so Carole knelt on the bed offering herself from behind. I climbed out of bed and stood, locked and cocked and entered her again this time giving everything I had. Her vagina was so dilated I hardly touched the sides at the opening but surely did inside. The tip of my penis was catching her G-spot. I could tell from the noise she was making and felt her orgasm twice as I 'shot my lot' into her. Exhausted we slept a long deep and very satisfying, or is that satisfied, sleep.

Carole allowed me to take more revealing photos of her over those months and during our various lovemaking sessions. they were sessions too. She was quite insatiable!

One weekend we stayed in London and took in a show. This was the result of my asking her to let me photograph her. Other occasions are kept in my 'library'.

One of our many dinner dates

Carole moved on about two months later, although she is in touch to this day. Toward the unwinding of our time together we both knew but left unsaid the fact we were seeing others

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Chelo

My relationship with Carole was, on reflection, purely sexual and we both knew it at the time. There was no way that we would have ended up with each other....for life. So it was during roughly the same period I had two other relationships. One over a period of several months, overlapping toward the end of my time with Carole, the other brief, intense and abroad.

By abroad, I mean Spain. As a certain reader will know I had an apartment in Denia at that time, having bought it to please an earlier lady. She was the least ladylike and most morally corrupt woman I have known.

It had made a fairly decent profit on the capital employed. I was pretty wealthy then, and very wealthy now, so I decided to erase the memory of that pit of a place and sell up. It didn't take long - about two months in all. I had decided I preferred a place higher up in the hills backing Denia (I'm no great beach person - better things to do) plus it's cooler there in mid summer. I instructed several agente inmobiliario (real estate agencies). Eventually, I lighted upon a place with views of the sea and the town, which I own to this day.

One of the agency staff was called Chelo, a lady who was single young and seemingly fascinated by me, a Brit, buying a place in that location. Most buy by the sea. She offered to help me in buying furnishings for the villa - I accepted - although these furnishings have all been changed now.

Chelo was from Madrid, but working with the agent for a few months to get away from the summer heat in Madrid! For all her efforts in assisting me, I took her out to dine several times, which inevitably led to a liaison.

I will digress slightly here. For some reason, not fully apparent to me, my manner with ladies seems to attract them to my side..... and to my bed! I can't identify it, but I wasn't complaining, back then.

The villa had a secluded garden overlooked by no one bar the mountains beyond an olive tree orchard, which came with the villa. As many may know, afternoons are not for working in Spain so Chelo came up to my villa on any occasion I was there. This was over the course of several months until her work in Denia had finished.

I guess I should relate a few encounters. Some took place in the garden near the pool, some in the villa and some naturally in the bedroom.

Where to start? Chelo was quite a nubile 30 something, possessed of great boobs and a lovely figure. My male hormones were aroused whether she was dressed or undressed. I guess those long hot summer days had something to do with it as well.

Fact is we were pretty good together despite quite a reasonable age gap.

She knew from my camera equipment etc that I was a photographer and she said she would like me to take her photograph. I agreed and one afternoon I took a number of shots of her. These were portraits of her face and full length photos of her in various outfits I understand she still has these to this day.

Towards the middle of that afternoon she suggested I take more photos of her without all her clothes. Not a difficult decision on my part as she was very attractive. She slipped off the summer dress she had been wearing and invited me to take shots of her in her underwear. Some of the results are shown below

First Steps

 I hadn't seen her undressed to this extent but she looked pretty good in the flesh and she then posed in a varity of ways, bringing out her exhibitionist side

Pretty good looking Ass

Looking even better!

Around this point she was getting a little more frisky and was joking and quite suggestive. I enjoyed the banter and continued to capture as much of her as I could. To enhance her underwear color and the tone of her skin, I fetched some white bedding and placed on the lounger outside. 

She sat down then opened her legs revealing the white of her bikini line and almost...her pussy. I could see where this was heading but Chelo also knew that a gradual build up was quite arousing, both for her and me. Anticipation is just as arousing as the actual act of making love.

Nipple peeking

 Her teasing continued as demonstrated by the next two shots. Right around this moment in time she laughed and said she could see my manhood was becoming very interested. I could feel that I had hardened although still confined by my swimming trunks. Then she unfastened her bra and revealed her breasts.

Both nipples peeking!

A Great Pair

Then she leaned forward into the camera, her long curly hair flicked back over her bare shoulders and her boobs dangling pendulously right in front of me. The temptation to touch was almost too much.

Naked

I  like the shot above a lot, as it shows her beautiful body really well and her boobs particularly well. Her hair looked gorgeous too.

Up until now she had been laughing and giggling. Her demeanor changed somewhat and I sensed from her look that she was pretty horny. That became eminently apparent when she started displaying her pussy to the camera and to me...

Bikini Lines and Breasts

Pretty soon thereafter she was fully on the lounger offering herself to me to be taken 'doggy' style. She wasn't tall and in order to facilitate sex she knelt on the lounger. It was all about sex. I caressed her body - neither of us said a thing - it was hot and I could smell the aroma of herbs from the garden.

She turned before we had gotten started and offered me her breasts, which I fondled and squeezed. Her skin was warm and very soft to the touch. Her horniness was apparent from the immediate hardening of her boobs and how quickly her nipples became erect. I lifted and cupped her breasts in my hands and she leaned forward and kissed me. Our first kiss...but not our last. She had thick and full lips and our kisses were great.

By now my trunks were off and my manhood fully erect. Chelo turned again and offered herself to me from her rear. I could see her pussy had opened like a flower and was wet and very moist. She wasn't tall, nor completely petite, but her pussy was tight and my entering her took a little teasing for her to fully expand.

She gasped when I went in fully first time and remarked on how thick my penis was. I could feel her tight all around me, which heightened my arousal becoming rigidly hard. My first movement too and fro made Chelo purr in a very satisfying way. I continued and she wiggled her butt on me in a very provocative way.

I could tell that with each slow thrust she was becoming more and more aroused by the lubrication that was evident. My hands were on her hips and I moved them to her brown upper thighs to allow her wiggle room but also to pull her onto me more rapidly She was very vocal by now and, whilst the neighbors were some way away, I was guessing she could be heard somewhere.

The noises she made were quite stimulating to me. I increased my thrusting to 'warp' speed slapping into her gorgeous bottom and pussy again and again. I could feel every part of her inside and it was glorious. The hood of my penis catching the rim of her vulva as I thrust. She climaxed in true style and there was some gushing down there...and it was not me! Her 'Oh's' were loud and clear and heightened my need to also reach a climax, which came readily as she moved herself against me.

I let everything go and the satisfaction was fantastic. We retired to the shower, together and cleaned up. Chelo's boobs were still showing signs of her arousal so I reached down in shower and gave them a little encouragement. She said 'suck them for me' and I duly obliged while the water showered over both our bodies.

That afternoon was our first sexual encounter, although we had both seen it coming...in a manner of speaking.

Her visits were regular in between the fortnight gaps that were necessary while I was in the UK. In a way it heightened our appetite for each other.

One particular visit sticks in my mind. As always Chelo arrived around 1.00 pm in the afternoon. That afternoon was no exception. I had only arrived via Alicante airport and car at 12. noon local.

I'll leave the narrative to the readers imagination but those Denia days that summer were always hot and steamy. The following will give the reader some idea of that time and the inevitable lovemaking.

Dress Off

Bra Off

Bra to the left - Great Boobs to the right

Another Afternoon - Same Scenario

Exhibitionist but Beautiful - Great Nipples

And So to Bed

Air on  G-String?
She certainly liked her G-Spot being 'Played'

Come and Take Me

Ready?

Close

Closer....

Enjoying the Garden

Bottoms Away

Au Naturel

Bra and Panties in Hand

Cheeky

Great Profile

The following two photos were taken one afternoon when Chelo was in what might be called experimentation mode. She wanted to be taken where ever. On this occasion she climbed onto the kitchen counter and flaunted herself in front of me and the camera, offering herself in every which way.

Eventually she sat on the edge of the counter while I fondled those great breasts and sucked and teased her nipples. She handled me equally and it didn't take long for us both to be fully aroused. She wrapped her legs around my waist and guided me into her the wetness indicating she was more than ready. That sex was great, and a great memory. She was a real little vixen who was sexually one of the most 'active' women I have known and enjoyed. She was Chelo by name and she loved being played like a cello. We made great music together and both of us occasionally reminisce over that summer's activities (via email).

Finally, from a great portfolio, an awakening one beautiful morning.

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Julia

Julia had been a school teacher but had struck out on her own in business, in a small way, following a divorce. She was 36 when I met her. That was achieved as a result of my visiting an old friend for coffee, that fall morning, in Great Yarmouth , a seaside town in Norfolk, England.  Bob had retired a few years earlier and I had moved on from when we worked together.

He could only spare the morning as he was due to take his wife for an hospital appointment at the James Paget hospital, close by. We did some good catching up, talked over 'old times' and parted. I toyed with having a snack lunch in Yarmouth or heading home, some 45 miles. On balance I decided to lunch in the town.

I decided on the Star Hotel, an old haunt. Having just returned from Denia, Spain and not due to see Carole for a week, I was taking it easy. The hotel was a bit of meeting place for businessmen and there were quite a few drinking and having lunch in the bar. I had a table for two but there weren't many left at 1.00 pm.

In walked Julia as I came to know her. She ordered something, looked around and then asked if the spare seat at my table was taken. I said no and welcomed her to take a seat. Inevitably, we got chatting which is when I learned she was a local school teacher. That wasn't apparent from her appearance, but I guess I was stereotyping. She said that in fact it was her last day in the profession which is why she treating herself to lunch. Julia was in the throes of setting up a new business and when I told her I had been in banking the conversation took off.

Before we knew it some three hours and several cups of coffee and been consumed. During the conversation she told me she was divorced and had no children - the marriage to some sort of geek only lasted three years She lived modestly in the north of the town.

Eventually we left the hotel and Julia asked if we could meet again. I said yes, of course. Due to various commitments that couldn't take place until the Saturday of that week. It was Tuesday.

In the interim we communicated via email and 'phone - no Facetime back then. It become apparent that Julia had been celibate for some time, although not through choice. Some of her thinking was a little alternative with talk of tantric sex

Looking back I think that hiding behind the shield of email allowed her to express what she desired sexually without, for her, the embarrassment of talking face to face. I wasn't sure at first that her email was just her unloading her feelings, but then she asked if we could meet again. It was apparent when we did meet that her detailed emails and her sexuality were not just talk. We wined and dined at a couple of restaurants in Norwich before I took her home to my place. Her's was a tiny ground floor apartment and not as remote as where I lived.

So that September Friday evening after dinner we headed to my place. I had been driving a Lexus up until a month before when we first met and Julia was shocked when I picked her up in my new Aston Martin. She had never been in one before but loved the experience and the ride. That wasn't the only ride we were both going to enjoy that evening.

She even agreed that my taking photos of her was very sexy. She took some of me too. Only her's, suitably edited, appear here

Although her dress sense wasn't fantastic, she herself, hidden under a fairly plain exterior, was very attractive. One feature that did stand out (no not those!) was her long blonde hair. So, we arrived at my home in the dark after a lovely evening out.

The house was warm due to the Aga in the open plan kitchen. I took Julia on a brief tour of the house before we returned to the day room and enjoyed a glass of wine together. Then we headed upstairs to bed....

It was obvious that she had no hang ups in the bedroom or was given to any sort of hesitation, as she shed her clothes completely and then undid my shirt and pants belt leaving me in the same state within minutes.

She didn't smile or laugh but her look was one of the sexiest I have seen. If ever there was an invitation, that look was it. She produced some baby oil and by way of foreplay invited me to apply it....all over. I think Julia was living a fantasy she had wanted for some time.

My massaging skills weren't bad - I had previous experience!

I laid an extra sheet on the bed and Julia laid on it on her front. Started on her shoulder muscles ensuring my hands were warm. The oil allowed a deep penetrating massage and within seconds Julia was making appreciative noises. I slowly worked down her back easing all those muscles along her spinal cord and lower back.

Then I moved my hands to her hips applying more oil as I progressed. massaging her outer thigh muscles carefully then her calf muscles and some gentle fondling of her feet. From there I began the upward journey on her inner calf muscles and then her inner thighs. She parted her legs to facilitate this. Just short of her pussy I transferred my attentions to her firm buttocks. They were a little cooler than the rest of her. Often the case I have found with a lady's ass.

Oh she said I thought you were going to complete the job. I laughed and said good sex was all in the anticipation. She turned over and said OK - now do my front. Concentration here was more difficult. She had great breasts even in their slightly flattened position lying on the bed. This time I dispensed with  her legs and thighs and concentrated on her boobs.

Sitting beside her upper body on the side of the bed. I first of leaned down and kissed her. It was obvious from that experience as to what she wanted....and soon. I oiled my hands, which she then took in her's, transferring oil to her own hands. As I leaned over her, from the side of the bed, oiling her breasts, she 'took me in hand' and used the oil she had in a very arousing way. Her nipples had already responded by hardening and so my attention moved to her stomach.

As I worked my way down, she opened her legs. This time I didn't stop short of her 'sweet spot'. Although my hands were still oiled it became apparent quite quickly that no such lubrication was needed down there. A very wet welcome was already in evidence.

As she played with me I found her clitoris and played with that with my fingers to the point I brought her to climax accompanied by moans of pleasure. I thought she would take it lying down, so to speak, but she got up and we both stood facing each other. Her right hand still on my hard member, she took each of my hands and placed them on her generous breasts. Her hand then squeezed mine as my hands encompassed each of her boobs. So naturally I squeezed both of them, hard which she responded too by lying back on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the side.

I lifted her legs which she opened readily and I entered here pussy which was more than ready. Then she placed her legs on my shoulders as I stood over her, and in her. My hands now free, worked on her boobs as her pussy tightened around my penis. This position allowed really deep penetration ago the satisfaction of us both. Slow at first, very slow I thrust into her - I had read some of the tantric stuff - and she appreciated my taking time, as I felt her very gradually move towards her second orgasm. Obviously, highly stimulated. I teased her so that she was held back from coming fully. She came close to coin a phrase, several times but I just teased her more


This caused her to buck her body against me. So that both our pubic bones were 'banging' against each other. I knew this would bring cause her clitoris to heighten her approaching orgasm. I couldn't hold back much longer a she felt that literally as she shouted out yes, yes. My tempo increased faster and faster until I felt her come her vagina tightening around my penis is uncontrolled spasms. At that point I thrust a harder a few more times then 'exploded' inside her.

That night didn't end there, nor did the photographs. The next morning around 9. a.m we awoke and made long and languorous love together. A photo shot followed....after a bath in which we fully explored each others bodies

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All the ladies I have photographed - studio or personal - have copies of the photos that form each of their portfolios. Memories of all and for all.


Maybe you will realize, LL, that I had no trouble replacing you after your departure (or before!) when I discovered your lies and infidelity.




Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright.