LL
Carole, now there's a name that brings back memories for me and, in particular, you. You had a thing about her, even though we had already parted. Thoughts of coming back, I suspect. Then you were 'shocked' to see me with another woman.
Carole has gone now, and I mean gone. Of course, you are aware we were with each other for about four months some 10 years ago and then went our separate ways.
Maybe now is the time to fill in some gaps.
Carole and I met. I won't say how, as that would reveal something that I can't - think OS. As you know she was a tall brunette, with legs almost up to her arm pits. She was also 10 years and a little more, younger than me, and of course younger than you. She met one of my criteria in the leg department, but her boobs were on the small side, compared to you. But then you are vertically challenged so one can't have it all:) I thought at the time you were jealous of the fact that I could and did attract very pretty women...more than you ever knew at the time. That was evidenced by your insults and criticisms.
So there I was entertaining this lovely woman, at my home and elsewhere only shortly after you had been in the same place but then had decided the grass was greener north of the border. The topography was certainly rounder and vertically challenged...and still is.
On our first 'date' Carole and I ate out in the big city near my home and she invited me back to her place late that evening ostensibly for coffee. She lived in a nearby town back then. The house was a Victorian semi that she had furnished largely in keeping with the period. Like me she owned other property as well although hers was close by.
She did make coffee when we arrived at the house and we drank it standing in her small kitchen. That evening she had worn a figure hugging summer dress and she had the figure for it. I think she was about 5' 7", but she loved to wear heels so we were most times of equal height.
We had enjoyed a loevely evening and having drunks some of her coffee she put the cup down on the counter and put her arms around my neck. Until then the only physical contact we had was holding hands. She kiseed me and I kiseed her. She knew how to kiss, for sure and we both felt more than a little frisky.
My hands began to wander over her body encased in that tight fitting dress and we enjoyed some fairl heacvy caressing, but no more that night. Eventually, I finished my coffee and we kiseed good night and I made my way home sometime after midnight. I slept well.
Our next date was a picnic which I prepared on an Italian/Mediterranean theme. Carole knew a spot by an old mill and river in a nearby village and we went there and had a really lovely day. The sun shone and as I recall she wore cropped trousers and a summer top. Around mid afternoon and it being a very hot summer's day Carole wondered if we could go to my place, as she knew I had a pool.
We cleared up our picnic and she followed me in her car to my home. LL, as you know, it was quite a reasonable size and well off the nearby lane.
She had her two piece bikini with her and used my bedroom to change. In the end she only had one swim and then we lay in the sun until late afternoon talking and listening to music. Her bikini and my shorts had dried on us.
Apart from a little frolicking in the pool we had hardly touched each other, but that was to change.
I think it was around 5.30 pm that we arose from the poolside walked down the two steps that linked it to the patio and along to the day room. Carole entered first through the opening in the sliding patio doors. We didn't get much further.
With her back to me she reached up and undid her bikini top and then removed the bottom half of the swim suit. I needed no second bidding and removed my trunks. She shuffled back toward me and I placed one hand on her right buttock and the other on her tummy. I caressed her right thigh all the way from just above her knee to her waist. At the same time moving my left hand onto her left breast.
We didn't waste any time as she turned to face me, kissed and then sat on the larger of two couches with her legs apart. I sat beside her and we turned towrad each other and kissed. I placed my hand between her legs and started to fondle her pussy, which I know she approved of. I think Carole was quite a highly sexed lady as she became wet quite quickly and her pussy opened very easily to accommodate two of my fingers.
After some play there and her massaging my penis, which naturally was pretty erect, she lay back on the couch and allowed me to mount her pulling her legs wide apart to accommodate me. We made quite passionate love on that couch, which had not previously been christened in that way. Carole was a lady who liked to vocalize her pleasure, so it was good that we were well away from any neighbors. She came quite easily and with quite a soundtrack. Those sounds heightened my libido and sensitivity even further and I came shortly after her.
She stayed over that first night at my place and we made love again...twice that night.
Our relationship continued and I would spend more time in her bed than mine.
Her house was much smaller than mine and the double bed, as opposed to my king size one, was set against one wall. This necessitated me climbing in first, or climbing over Carole to reach the right hand side against the wall. We spent many an athletic night in that bed.
On occasions she liked to take the top position and ride the hell out of me and herself. She had a generous pussy in terms of width but she was surprised I filled and often remarked on my thickness. Yes, I filled that pussy often. Sometimes she liked me to spank her as she rode me to heighten her experience.
We took one holiday together and rented an apartment in the north of Majorca in a small town where we were away from all but the locals. She knew it well and the local restaurants. I recall on one night sharing the bath with Carole's long lithe body and performing some gymnastics that were quite ....ummm.... 'stretching'.
Towards the end of that stay I recall an evening in her company and that of a bottle of Galliano. We drank the lot sitting in secluded part of our balcony. She used her hand to release my pensis from my shorts and she...well she wore no knickers under her dress. Playing with each other I think we both nearly came but finished the event properly in a horizontal position. I can still recall how soaking wet her pussy was under that dress, before we even got to consummating the event.
On yet another occasion we spent an evening at my village pub, walking back to the house in complete darkness - there were no street lights in the village.
We made it back to my place and Carole went in while I locked the garage. She reappeared with a blanket which she spread on the back lawn then undressed completely in the warm evening air. She was a little merry and so was I she played around on the lawn in the light from the house. I could see her cupping her boobs at me and walking provocatively. I shed my clothes as well and we entered into a fake game of chase in which I caught her easily around the waist and right by the blanket.
We made love there and then, in the dark, outside and with a lot of passion. In crude terms Carole was a 'great lay'. In other ways she was beautiful, intelligent and very sexy.
So LL there you have a view of my 'encounters' with Carole over a period of 4-5 months 10 years ago or so. Far from being the cast off man you thought you had created with your deceit, I was more than happy with where I was...free. Free to enjoy some life and quite a few ladies, post you and your narrow requirements.
It could have been different of course but you spoiled that through your infidelity, lies and ....theft.
I know how jealous you were of Carole, so this little revelation will fill in a bit, but not all, of our time together. Carole and I that is. As I said at the start, she has gone now, truly gone.
In memory of someone special.....
