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Delving into my portfolio again LL. These are partly from 2004 and partly 2005, with a couple from 2006 for good measure. I kept myself quite busy, didn't I.

What you had in your little head as to what I was doing after we parted, I don't know. However, I'm certain it wasn't anywhere near what I was actually doing.

Spain June 2005 - Filter applied

This was taken in Spain (near Girona) and, yes, it is one of my shirts. A filter has been applied to the shot. Nice looking woman isn't she. I thought so and very photogenic.

Taken on the back stairs of her holiday apartment. Like you LL she loved wearing my white shirts...and not wearing them. We met in Barcelona. I went there frequently during that summer and bought an apartment that I still have. She is French, though not Spanish and was on her own so we hooked up for some sightseeing and dinner. I literally bumped into her in  Las Ramblas and we went from there.

Her name is Evelyn and she was then from Perpignan. She liked having an Englishman as a companion for the few days we knew each other and also loved the fact I was into photography. She made herself available at almost every opportunity for shots...and when on the second day she invited me to her apartment...she made herself available in a wholly different way.

One thing I remember from then, apart from her delicious body, was that she remarked that she would have to revise her opinion on how an Englishman was in bed. I didn't point out that I was half Scots.

France 2005

France never disappointed in the attitude or the attractiveness of its women and Claudette was no exception. This was taken in Évreux a lovely town midway between Rouen and Paris. I had been in Rouen (again - she was very sexy after all) and was on my way to Paris when I received a request via my website, in French, requesting my photographic services.

 Japan 2006

My visits to Japan were  a real eye opener. This was taken during my second visit in the latter half of 2006.

I try not to have pre-conceived ideas of other races or cultures, but I have to say that the Japanese girls that I met and photographed were very frisky indeed. This was taken in a small place on Honshu. As I have pointed out before and as you can see, small bosoms aren't always the norm for these eastern ladies.

they were also fascinated to experience what it was like to have sex with a European, much to my delight and theirs on most occasions...and there were more than a few of them.

You could say I have inserted myself into more places and foreign parts, than I would ever have imagined. The lady above was no exception.

I remember her (Mishiko) beautiful porcelain skin tone (as were most of the Japanese women) that slim waist and the vigor with which she rode me...and then me her.

Oregon 2005

I think I was only there for about six days that April during which time I had three different women and a phone call from you while I was in PDX (airport). Not bad!

This is the third woman. I told the relatives that I was away for a day to see a bit more of Oregon (I had seen an awful lot of it in the 1990's). I borrowed my brother-in-law's 4x4 again and set off, not to view Oregon, but to view an Oregonian.

Amy lived in Astoria about an hour and a half north west of my folks and on the Columbia River. How did I make these 'connections'. Well this one was easy. I had met Amy at an event in 1995 which I had gone to with my family (as it was then). The event was called The Bite. It's a beer and food fest in the Rose Quarter of Portland LL.

She was on one of the food stalls and we all got quite friendly with her to the extent we exchanged addresses and kept in touch over the years. Along with many others, I told her about the loss of my wife and she said to visit when I was over with the relatives. We had chatted on Skype and the old MSN Messenger and over the phone.  Hence the invitation to stay over in Astoria.

I arrived at her place on the morning in question and she fixed some coffee for me before I drove her down to Seaside (the name of the place LL) for part of the day. Far from being just a visit from a friend Amy (Amelia) made it clear she was quite fond of me despite the age difference of around 15 years - she was 41 then. I liked her a lot but wasn't in love with her...I think she had fallen for em though over the years.

As result we ended up sleeping together that night and making love twice that evening and again the following morning. She allowed me to take lots of photos of which the one above is just one. We met up again in 2006 and 2007. If I hadn't met Ash LL, Amy might well have been my wife by now.

Netherlands 2004

I met this lady in Breda southern Netherlands on my way to Antwerp in Belgium one week back in the summer of 2005 LL - yes 2005. Living in the south of England, as I was then it took little time to fly to Amsterdam and drive to where my appointments were.

Breda wasn't a town in which I had any commission, but I stopped off over night at I think the Novotel Hotel. I remember it had an outside pool. That is not where I met Nina though. She was on reception when I booked in and like all Dutch her English was excellent. Almost automatically she asked why I was in Breda and I replied photography. It was very quiet when I checked in and we got to chatting. My room wouldn't be ready until the afternoon, so I left my overnight bag and kept my camera bag.

During our conversation Breda said that she finished in an half hour at 11.00a.m. - she'd drawn the short straw and had done the early morning shift, apparently. Why she offered based on just a chat in reception, I never did know, but she said she could show me the town and the interesting bits. Never one to pass up the opportunity of the company an attractive woman I said that would be really good. I took coffee in the lounge and waited for Nina.

She appeared having changed into jeans and carrying a bag, plus her purse (handbag LL). Been here in the States for ten+ years now, hence my vocabulary has changed. We walked out together and I said where to.  She directed me and we walked, talked and I took photos of what I wanted and some of Nina out and about.

She took me to a lovely Dutch bakers for lunch, which I recall was really good. Then she told me she would have to call in at her apartment as she had a cat. I said fine and she asked whether I wanted to come with her. We walked to her apartment which was a little out of the town center.

Nina made coffee and fed the cat then let it out. While I enjoyed her excellent coffee Nina said she was going to shower and change.

I was leafing through a magazine when Nina said could I get a towel from  a nearby draw. I did thinking I would just hand it through a crack in the door, but when I went toward the bathroom the door was wide open and Nina was standing there waiting for the towel. Totally nude of course LL.

She asked me whether I liked what I saw. I handed her the towel and answered in the affirmative...with emphasis. Nina towelled of and why she did she said that she felt like going to bed. She dropped the towel, I put the camera down and we embraced and kissed. I shed my clothes - Nina was only damp dry - and I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

The rest LL, I leave to your imagination.

Afterward we went out to dinner and I went back to the hotel to check in and sleep. I saw Nina that following morning. She was still on the early shift. When I checked out at the hotel, with her, she 'escorted' me to the car park and we embraced and kissed - come back, please she said. I did, once more although that time we met in another town.

I drove to Antwerp that Wednesday for my two commissions there and flew back on the Thursday afternoon. On the Friday....well that's another story. You could say it was all about Kim

Studio London 2005

Always a delight to shoot a beautiful woman LL and I have been very lucky to see literally hundreds through my viewfinder and many in full without the camera intervening This lady is called Claire a lawyer working out of chambers in Lincoln's Inn - she is now a barrister.

I used to tell her she looked really sexy in her court outfit with that wig, her black pantie hose (tights to you)and gown. She looked really sexy once when she wore the wig and just the gown and nothing else LL.

The shot above was taken in my London studio. I remember those boobs well and was closely acquainted with them on a number of occasions....

France 2005

I spent almost as much time in France as I did Italy and California back in those four years 2004 - 2007.

Madeline was a lady I met in Nice. She was staying in the same hotel as I was late in the year - November of 2006. The hotel was within easy walking distance of the Promenade des Anglais. The place was relatively empty and being an early riser I was often down for breakfast when there were few people in the restaurant. Another early riser was Madeline. So for the few days we were both there we got to talking - she spoke English. My French is limited.

The talking happened the first morning after I arrived when she looked around the restaurant which was empty apart from me and asked if she could join me. Always a surprise when women did this but she was pretty, smiled and I loved her accent. Turned out she was single and was down in Nice for a few days from Paris where she lived and worked.

She knew Nice far better than I did so we joined up and enjoyed the town together., taking the hop on, hop off double decker tour and then walking lots. That was the first day and the inevitable happened after we walked back to the hotel after dinner - we shared a bed, mine. I had the double.

The following day we went a bit further afield along the coast and I took photos of Madeline and she of me. The second night we shared the bed again and the third LL. I think you told me about your friend's apartment there around that time.

Madeline was a great lover. Even though her breasts were small (she was quite petite) they were very sweet and responsive to touch. She could do things with her legs you might not imagine!

East Anglia, UK 2004

I love the countryside, wherever in the world I am LL and occasionally I got to give some love to a country girl.

This shot above was taken in May of 2004 in Norfolk. Julie worked in the village shop I used in a nearby village and I saw her nearly every day for quite a few years as it was where I often picked up my newspaper.

Word about my bereavement spread further than I thought, although I did put a notice in the EDP (Eastern Daily Press) at the time. One day when I went to the store Julie was outside putting the veg out that they sold. She expressed her condolences to me, although hadn't known my late wife. Over a period of about a year we chatted often and became good friends. Eventually, when I discovered you misdeeds in March 2004, I asked her out. To my surprise, given she was in her thirties then, she said yes.

We went out a number of times when I was in the county and naturally enjoyed each other's bodies LL. She had a nice figure and was large and firm up top, as I am sure you can see. I have to say I buried my head in those boobs a few times...and elsewhere. Then when I visited you I did the same again, didn't I. The difference was I didn't have to withdraw before I came with Julie. So much more satisfying than what you had me do.

I took this photo near the copse over the field from my place in Norfolk - then.

Japan 2006

This Japanese lady was one of my commissions on my first trip to Japan. Several flowed (an interesting word) given she had a water garden and was also given to gushing....sexually.

She owns her own business and was single when I met her for the photo shoot she wanted. I took some great shots in her traditional clothes and also in her modern outfits. The skin tone  of all the women I met there was pale to porcelain. In Japanese society a tan is thought of as being something a peasant would have, so no tanned bodies.

Aiko is her name and we are still in touch from time to time. On the day I took the photo above Aiko had decided she wanted some photos of her body and we arranged a second shoot for that purpose. I called and she was in a gown. I removed my shoes and entered her home. She wasn't shy and led me outside and said she would like some nude shots of her in her garden. The one above is from that session.

After I had finished and took my camera and lights back inside Aiko followed me having put her gown back on. She offered tea, which I dare not refuse as it is customary. That was when our conversation turned to lovemaking, to my utter surprise. The Asian attitude is more open than that in the West and she said she hadn't had a man for sometime and never had a European man. Aiko wasn't completely direct but the message was clear.

We finished our tea and Aiko stood followed by me. As she did she let her gown fall open. The gap traced a line down from her face to her cleavage which was pretty damn good, her tummy then to a dark triangle of pubic hair fronting her pussy. Her legs were together in beautiful symmetry adding mystery to what lie between them. I was soon to find out.

She stepped forward, put her hands on my shoulders which caused her gown to open even more revealing her not inconsiderable breasts. She kissed me, as lightly as a butterfly's touch, on the lips. I slipped my hands inside her gown and placed them firmly on her waist. She unbuttoned my shirt and then my trousers. I fairly quickly lost my clothes and Aiko had by now shrugged her gown from her shoulders.

We walked through to her bedroom - she leading me by the hand. Then she lay on her back on the bed. An image of almost white skin topped by near black hair supported by her lovely almond shaped eyes. The other area of black hair, a mere triangle, now had the hint of a 'parting'. Her figure was a perfect hour glass shape and flawless. Her breasts had spread themselves as she lay there, but were still quite prominent. The nipples pink and inviting.

Her image has stayed with me LL, as you might imagine and can guess from this narrative. She wasn't the first Japanese woman I had 'enjoyed' but she was rather special to me. I think she expected me to have sex with her straight away, but I told her to close her eyes and lay still as I knelt beside her. I'm not sure what she thought at the time, but she did as I asked. We were both naked, of course.

I touch each of her nipples with the tips of my fingers, causing her to take a small involuntary intake of breath. Then using all the tips of my fingers I traced her outline on both sides from lower thighs all the way up to the sides of her breasts. Then down again until I reached her tummy. There I stopped and flattened my right hand gently on her as my left stroked her breast nearest to me.

My other hand moved slowly across her stomach until I was just touching her pubic hair. To give Aiko credit she had kept her eyes closed the whole time although her breathing betrayed the effect my touch was having. My hand made its way from her tummy across that triangle of hair and close to her opening. Then, first one, then two fingers wandered into that cleft. It was oozing liquid.

Two things happened then her eyes opened and so did her legs. The third happening was instigated by Aiko. She reached up and started working on my penis which was rigid by now. It was also weeping a little semen. She raised herself on one arm and put her mouth over my cock and sucked the semen into her mouth.

By now neither of us could wait any longer. Given the general size of Japanese women I was a little concerned about the 'fit', but I needn't have been. The foreplay had seen to that. Now I was between her legs and that triangle of near black hair seemed wider, as I looked down. Aiko was looking too at my penis as I lowered myself between her lily white legs. One hand was supporting me the other was fondling her breasts in turn. Her opening was well and truly ...open and I began to enter her.

She wriggled so we were 'lined up' and I inserted the tip of my penis. Aiko uttered several mmmm's and then a short gasp as I went in further, but she was ready and a beautiful fit. tight but not too tight. She was certainly stimulating and we hadn't even started. Then using her hips and pelvis she thrust up against me. I responded and we quickly were in rhythm she coming up toward me coming down on her. Soon it was just me coming down. Her legs were now wide apart  and she held them a little further wanting all of me inside her, I could tell.

Her moans and the liquid noise from her pussy made me swell even more a she uttered something in Japanese. Looking down, her lovely boobs were moving in unison to my thrusting and then with my relentless  coming down on her she came, gushing liquid from her pussy. Both her and my pubic hair were soaked.  I was still to reach my climax.

I pulled her toward the edge of the bed by her legs, still inside her and managed to stand. Then I thrust faster and faster until I came and she was crying out. Aiko came gain and convulsed for some short time leading me to believe she had a multiple orgasm.

We both collapsed and clung to each other her legs draped over mine as I lay on my back, her breasts pressed against my chest.  I had my arms around her and we stayed like that for a while, saying nothing. Then we bathed in running water, together. The Japanese, LL, prefer to allow the water to run through the bath rather than sit in it. We were in there together, me sitting behind Aiko and washing her back at first  then moving round to wash her breasts. That was a pleasure and a half LL.

I remember being in that bath with her and thinking what a contrast between her skin shade and mine, between her and you. She won hands down - no contest.

In case you are interested, yes, we did meet again in San Francisco at my invitation. But for now that night we slept together....

London 2005

This day in 2005 was an interesting one. I had two appointments for photo shoots both in my London studio. The first was Anne above and the second Catherine below.

Anne was someone I had known for some time largely through the gallery in Docklands where I sold some of my photo prints via the proprietors. She bought various examples of my work and we met at the gallery one day as she had expressed a wish to meet the photographer - me. On that first meet we had spoken and I talked about what I did, how I traveled to get the shots etc. I didn't mention my more revealing work of the female form. On that day I suggested lunch and we wandered a few hundred yards to a local pub.

I saw her again several times mainly at the gallery. Then nothing for a while until i received a call. She said she would like me to take photos of her if I did people shots. I told her I did and and appointment was made.

Anne arrived with a bag - a change of clothes she explained as she wanted two sets of shots - casual and smart. We had tea and coffee in what is the reception area then went upstairs to the studio. All proceeded well. Anne is pretty as you can almost see LL and took to the camera well and the camera took to her. After the last set, she was changing back to the clothes she arrived in when she asked whether I would take some more, more revealing photos. I said fine and that I was more than happy to. I remember she laughed and I thought she was going to say - I bet you are, but she didn't.

There's a screen in the studio and she went behind it to 'change'. I set my cameras up again and changed the backdrop. When she emerged she was just wearing the slip you see above LL. When I say just wearing, I mean that. It covered her top but nothing else was left to the imagination.

I've always thought a woman's breasts look sexy just covered by any near sheer material and on that day Anne looked very sexy.  She slipped one strap of her slip off her shoulder revealing her breast as the photo shows above LL. As she did she was smiling. Obviously she knew what she was doing and where she wanted the morning to head.

Just after the shot above she slipped the other shoulder strap off revealing both those pert breasts. Having done that she walked over to my studio couch. She gathered her slip around her waist leaving her nude for all intents and purposes. I walked over to her as she stretched her arms toward me in a very welcoming way. Her head level with my waist. She undid my buckle on my trouser belt as I reached down and fondled her breasts.

Fairly swiftly she had me stripped from the waist down. I stepped out of my trousers etc as Anne held my by now erect cock in her hand and guided it in to her mouth. Boy did she know how to deliver a blow job. I nearly came there and then.

I knelt between her legs as she sat upright on the couch with her legs apart. She was using her hand on me as I pushed her back gently so that I could place my mouth over her boobs and suck. I felt her legs opening wider. i placed my hand on her pussy and massaged it. She was wet and getting wetter by the minute LL. Nice wide open 'lips' down there too.

Now - that was what she said as she leaned right back against the back of the couch and pulled her legs up and apart. I stood and looked down at her boobs her legs and then that wide open pussy. There was only one place to go and that's where I went.

I supported her legs with my arms ash slid onto her back. Anne grabbed my buttocks and pulled me hard into her. Then we were 'at it' LL with a lot off passion and vigor. It was sex pure and simple. We were both satisfied at the end - Anne twice as she came earlier than I did.

I have a bathroom at the studio so she cleaned up got dressed and was gone. Her parting words were, 'We must 'do' this again'. We did. She was far too attractive to pass on another opportunity.

London Studio 2005

The lady above is Catherine and on the same day as Anne she called at my studio for a shoot. This was sometime later, as my diary shows it was booked for 4.00 p.m. 

After Anne had left, I showered and then did some work on her photographs and others in the studio, until about 1.00 p.m. Then, as I recall, I walked down to the Thames and just spent some time watching the river and thinking....and smiling to myself, about Anne and about you LL and how you thought you had fooled me going behind my back as you did. Then I decided lunch was required and went to a pub nearby for a pint and something to eat.

After lunch I headed back to the studio to prepare for Catherine's shoot. She was then, in her early thirties and as you can see LL blond with very fair skin. A delight to photograph in fact. Good company too as she had a bubbly personality. 

Like many women  who were in their prime, at least the thinking ones, Catherine was coming to the studio purely for nude and nearly nude shots. I discovered early in my photographic days that these ladies wanted a record of their beauty to keep personally for the future. Whether they did anything else with the shots, I only found out on the odd occasion.

Just after four Catherine arrived, bursting in in her usual fashion (I had photographed her in her wardrobe on two or three previous occasions), full of life and smiling. We greeted each other with kisses on the cheek.

I should digress briefly here LL. Given my prices most of my big city clients were well off or just plain wealthy. Having said that some had pretty liberal morals, as I found out early on and regularly from there onward. I had no problem mixing with them given my immediate past career.

Catherine was one such lady. That is a wealthy one, or at least her family were. I discovered that these women, confident in their wealth and in their place in society, were equally confident in taking a lover like me and of course dis-robing at the drop of a hat.

I offered her a drink which she declined and asked me whether I was ready. I confirmed everything was set and she should get ready. To be fair that took no time at all, apart from touching up her make up. She slipped out of her clothes right down to her expensive bra and panties. She looked great LL. Slightly tanned, slim and sporting a lovely complexion. I took a series of shots from three angles using different cameras. Then she removed her bra. I suggested that a robe would be good as we needed to wait until the strap marks disappeared.

She hadn't though of that so she took the robe I offered and put it on. I then gave her a drink while she smoked a cigarette and chatted. After a while I suggested we check the bra marks. She shrugged the robe down to waist level. They had nearly gone, so I said we could continue as I knew I could photoshop any remaining lines.

Catherine stepped back in front of the lighting and cameras which is when I think I took the shot above. After that she removed her panties for some profile, angled and full frontal shots. Eventually, I told that just about wrapped it up. She stepped out from the shooting area still totally nude I picked up the robe and held it out for her.

That was when she asked if my hands were warm. I said yes they are. Cupping her boobs she said, 'Put them here'. Her boobs were of average size but young and appeared firm and pert. Knowing what was in her mind, or least guessing, I needed no second bidding LL. As you used to know I am a fairly highly sexed individual with more than my fair share of testosterone. Once I placed my hands there and squeezed I knew I was already 'rising to the occasion'.

Catherine allowed me enough leeway from caressing her boobs and kissing to slip out of my trousers etc then we found ourselves by the couch. There was a mattress in the room for other shoots, but not set up. She lay back legs wide open and pushed my head down between them. Naturally I knew what she wanted. In fact she said so 'Eat me' she said as I started licking and using my tongue on her. Her pussy was wet and open to the extent I could insert my tongue some way inside. Each time I withdrew it I brought up against her clit quite firmly.

This was arousing her a lot judging by the sounds she made. I continued as she held my head in place down there. Then the inevitable happened. Her tummy started contracting rapidly, she cried out and then climaxed. I continued on her clit as she convulsed several times until she could take no more and dragged my head up and way.

We were now length ways on that couch LL with me on top about to enter her 'territory'. An invasion she welcomed by guiding me into her gateway. The welcome was lovely. I leaned down toward her and sucked on those nipples above. She loved it and started thrusting up toward me. In unison we thrust against each other and she started moaning lots...more than some of the many women I have known. That made me harder and that stimulated her further. She stopped her thrusting and let me do the 'work' and I did to our mutual satisfaction. In fact I was still hard when I withdrew.

As I said at the beginning LL of my piece above on Anne, an interesting day. Two women, one in the morning, one in the afternoon. Two bouts on the couch and I even got paid for the photos!

Denmark 2005

One of my many trips to Denmark LL. I almost commuted weekly in the early days of the pharma business. Loved the cut and thrust of it all, as you know, and doing a deal. We now own the whole company.

Back then though, you were 'playing away' and had been for over a year when I took this photo - so no guilt on my part was felt. Freja's boobs and body was so much more attractive than yours...and younger. Obviously, we are having a swim and bathe here. This was near Aarhus  a town in mainland Denmark.

I flew over on business on the Monday evening and back on the Thursday. More than sufficient time for the work I was involved in. Of course, all work and no play isn't good for you. So I unwound with Freja and she was good for me...and me for her or so she said when I was inside her. Looking at this photo, reminds me of how firm those breasts of hers were.

How did we meet - just one of those things. Two single people with an evening to spare, then a night and then swimming in the nude at her place on the Wednesday morning. We managed to be very active over just two days on that trip. When I say very active LL I mean six times and a lot of fondling. Freja was quite a woman. I'll leave you to guess the rest...but I never let a good woman go after just one meet.

Southern France 2005

This younger woman is Paula. Someone I knew through my daughter but older than her. they used to do art projects at my house in the early 'noughties' with other friends.

Paula then was in her mid thirties, my daughter in her twenties. Paula was single and I have to say quite attractive. Normally, LL, I left the 'girls' to it with their art and went and worked elsewhere in the house or yard. However, I knew them all of course and in particular Paula the eldest of the group.

Time passed and I didn't see Paula for some time and, in any event at that stage she was only an acquaintance. When I lost my wife I received many calls of commiseration and among them was Paula. She was genuinely sad for me beyond the normal lip service paid at such times. I appreciated that and told her so.

Then in early 2004 I heard from her out of the blue. She was still single and alone...and I guessed from her call lonely. I agreed to meet for coffee in Norwich LL. We met and got on well. Two more meets for coffee followed and one for lunch. Then around March of that year LL, in Florida, I learnt of your infidelity with that Spanish American. When I returned from your place there was a message on my phone from Paula.

I knew she wanted more than just coffee and lunch so it came about we were in a relationship of sorts for nearly two years - longer than you lasted! But then she didn't cheat. In the following year I'd had enough of you, your playing around and lack of commitment. Hence I suspended visits that summer.

We spent time with each other regularly on weekdays,- she knew I had a friend in the North, but it didn't bother her. She didn't know about my other encounters when I was away in London or Europe or the USA. I think she was just pleased with my company...and my lovemaking, LL. Naturally, you didn't know either but then I owed you nothing in allegiance by then because of your infidelity.

In 2005 we took a holiday together. I rented a villa in the south of France and we had an idyllic time there. Paula wandered around topless most of the time and just in her bikini bottoms. See the photo I took above.

Naturally with her body on show like that we made love a lot. It was a hell of a holiday, I have to say. It would be fair to say we were both somewhat exhausted by the time we went home, but happy. Eventually Paula moved on, as did I, but we are still in touch, occasionally.

London Apartment  2004

Finally, in this blog LL, I will introduce you to a young lady called Amanda who was as hungry as any woman I have met. I put it down to her youth...late twenties. Amanda was a positive nymphomaniac.

When the situation arose I had no thoughts or intentions of bedding this lady. She turned up at my apartment by appointment for a photo shoot. It was early days back then in 2004 and at this particular point my studio wasn't up and running and I was still waiting on some lighting equipment. Hence the chosen location. It was probably the end of March or early April. I don't recall without digging out another record.

We had met previously in London for coffee and o discuss what she wanted. All quite innocent stuff - portraits, full length  fashion shots - the usual in fact, or at least what became the usual with many others. The first time I met Amanda she was wrapped up with an overcoat, scarf, winter boots etc. Quite demure in fact.

The same applied when she called for the appointment. Skirt well below the knee top up to her neck and a black choker - see the photo above. Of course I appraised her as I would any pretty girl. She had lovely blond hair which when she arrived was gathered under a hat and held with some sort of hair grip.

In that manner I started the shots using the light available from the sun. After a while she asked if we could take a break, which we did. I offered her coffee - she chose tea. I went into my kitchen to make it. I heard her flicking through a magazine in the lounge then she was leaning in the doorway watching me make the drinks. I didn't turn, but just asked 'Sugar?' I heard her giggle and she said 'No, thanks'.

The next thing she asked as I was pouring milk was, 'How sweet do you think these are?' I finished the drinks and turned round to find Amanda standing there in her panties with her blouse open and no bra. Her nipples were just about covered but the rest of her boobs weren't. 'Mmmm', I replied as she put her hands beneath them and cupped them. OK they were small but they appeared firm and her skin and body looked great.

Her white panties had obviously been pulled tight into her crotch because I did need much imagination to see the outline. In that moment it dawned on me that it wasn't a magazine I heard rustling, it was Amanda removing her clothes. Demure and covered as she was when she arrived and I took the initial photos, she was anything but now. She walked toward me and I put my arms around her and we kissed lightly and then she responded kissing in a very hungry manner. She pulled my shirt from my trousers undid my belt and slipped her hand inside my pants.

I couldn't believe her, but then on reflection I could. We made it to the bedroom, by which time I had shed all but my shirt and boxers and she all but her panties As stood removing my shirt she started to remove her panties as she sat propped against the pillows. I took two quick shots of her on my small Canon - one of which appears above - then climbed onto the bed and removed my boxers.

As I swung onto the bed and lay on my side facing Amanda she placed herself above me her legs astride and apart. She shuffled up to my face and lowered her pussy down toward my face. She wanted me to 'eat' her as she put it. She was aroused already. When I put my lips and tongue to work she was already quite wet and wide open. Her labia majora enveloping my mouth.

My tongue found her clitoris and she nearly shot through the roof. I held her in place buy gripping her buttocks. I worked fast and hard on it. Oh, how she moaned and cried out. I wish I had recorded her coming! Come she did and in style. Her legs shuddered along withe rest of that slim body. I held by the waist now. She undoubtedly wanted to slide off but I worked her clit a little more and felt the result a second time.

I pushed her down my body and she impaled herself on my erection and started rocking. I took her boobs in both hands. Those dark nipples were hard and erect...like me, LL. She started riding me, moving on from her slower rocking. I knew that I filled her young body as when she was down on me there was no leeway, but I found that very stimulating. Eventually, the poor girl was slowing so I rolled her off and came down on her instead. It was lovely. Looking down on that young shapely body while she looked down through her boobs at me entering her. OMG was uttered more times than I can remember now, nearly 14 years later. What I do recall is that she came a third time, shortly before I did.

I've always thought it a little unfair that a woman can have a multiple orgasm while a man oly gets 'one shot' to use an appropriate pun.

She called on me several times in London and stayed once in Norfolk...and it wasn't for the photography LL

Ciao

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©

Chance Encounters and Forests

For LL

There are many supposed blonds out there, but not so many true ones. the lady below is one of the latter LL

I met her in London back in 2006 - fairly late in the year, as I recall, having been in Italy and over here in the States for a fair proportion of the time. I still had Norfolk back then and had received an invitation to a party in London, but without an immediate partner.

I had my cell phone and my computer file of candidates, but in the end decided to just turn up as it was fairly short notice anyway for anyone to join me. It was a corporate affair at an hotel in central London. I turned by cab and wandered in to the reception, was ticked off  the list of attendees and grabbed a drink and wandered into the throng. Someone gripped my arm just above the elbow. It was TNony, one of the principal movers and shakers at the event.

He said something like no companion tonight, you usually have no trouble there and laughed. I replied that it was too short notice to invite a female companion and it was my fault anyway. He said that he had seated me next to an unaccompanied lady, anyway. I was just hoping it wasn't some grand old dame who would bend my ear the whole evening. I circulated and caught up with afew people I knew and then we sat down.

For a while the seat next to me on my left was empty. Then the stragglers came in and I watched as an attractive blond walked in, mainly because she a lovely looking woman. Imagine my surprise and hidden delight when she sat next to me, LL. As is the case in these affairs, we chatted to people either side of us and those opposite. Then the starter was served, followed by the main course etc and speeches. Finally we were 'released' and a proportion made their way to the bar for a nightcap. I was one and Ingrid the other.

We had become quite well acquainted during the evening. I told her a little about me and she told me about herself. Her mother was Swedish, her father English, which accounted in part for her name and looks. Apparently she had spent time in the South of France recently on holiday. We spoke of our travels at the bar as people gradually drifted away. It ended up with just three couples, if you could call Ingrid and I a couple at that time. Two couples at one end of the bar and us at the far right.

Ingrid finished her drink and I asked if she wanted me to get a cab organised. She replied that she was  staying at the hotel, so didn't have far to go. She stood grabbed her small purse (handbag over there LL) and said how about we get a final drink and take it upstairs, so we did. I was single, she was single we both knew the agenda and nothing more needed saying. I collected my coat which had my Lumix compact in an inner pocket and joined her in the elevator.

Ingrid had been wearing a lovely dress which displayed the beginning of her cleavage and her flawless skin on the swell of her breasts.

From the very start when we entered the room I knew I was in for quite a night and following morning, so much so that we missed the hotel breakfast. It all started with lights being left on. I produced my Lumix compact and just showed it to Ingrid and said, 'OK?' She smiled and nodded. As you know LL, I love to keep photos of the ladies in my life, and I have quite a portfolio now dating right back to 2003...

Ingrid took her dress off and sat on the bed, then said she would shower. The hotel rooms came with white towelling robes. She showered and then reappeared shortly after wrapped in the robe

Having sat down all evening, neither of us were ready for sleep straight away, so a photo shoot of sorts ensued which turned into a rather erotic affair as Ingrid slowly divested herself of the robe she had on, teased me with her boobs and just before we had sex, her pussy. You could say that was her 'open' invitation.

As you correctly (for once) said, there were plenty of women 'out there' that wanted to get laid. What surprised me from March 2004 onward was how many were in their thirties. All those women in their fifties online were looking for more permanent relationships. After you and a taste of life beyond our then relationship, based on your untrustworthiness, I wasn't looking to settle at all - I was enjoying myself too much.

Many of those nubile and sexy younger women told me they liked an older man. Mainly because we had more experience and knew what we were doing. I guess that having money was another factor, given that many younger guys were not so well off. The third factor was confidence and worldliness.

Back to Ingrid. As you can see she was a very worthy girl. By that I mean worthy of my full attention and her boobs were in a class of their own thrusting out from her robe. The rest of her figure invited all sorts of exploration and she was more than up (or is that down) for it.

Unlike many women she wanted to be taken from behind first. I wondered if this was some sort of Scandinavian thing before the traditional position, but then banished that thought from my head.

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The second 'offering, and evocative word in the circumstances, LL, comes from Bavaria and some pinewood forests near the town of Augsburg.

I was there fulfilling several commissions and .... fulfilling some women. Pia, below fell into both categories.  She was the second commission in Southern Germany on that trip and a delight to photograph. By the time I took the photos below, we were more than a little acquainted, LL, from the previous night. I had done the usual stuff of fashion photos, that is her in various outfits, some portrait shots and profiles. She wanted to show me the mountains near Augsburg and the forest meadows. She had grown up there and loved being outside. It was summer....2005.

We set off in my hire car and Pia directed me to where she wanted us to go.  There was food and wine in a cool box in the trunk. It had the makings of a lovely day. We stopped a couple of times so I could photograph some of the scenery and finally made it deep in the forest along a gravel road to a clearing where we set out the food and wine. Pia busied herself with arranging the food and I wandered a little taking photos. It was hot I recall, early July. 

The view was glorious mountains in the distance and tolling hills part conifer forest part forest clearings or forest meadows. We ate and drank the wine, not all of it as I was driving. Pia wore a top that was figure hugging in a very pleasant way and a light cotton skirt. 

After our picnic lunch it had gotten hotter and Pia decided on two things. One, that I should take photos in this forest setting and two that she would take some of her clothes off. I objected to neither, after it was hot...and so was she.

Stepping back in time a little for a moment, I should perhaps explain how this all arose. I had just gotten my website set up in May. It displays examples of my work in different categories and invites comments from past clients. As I result I started to receive inquiries and requests. To my surprise they were not just confined to the UK, although my address was a .com one. They came from all over Europe. From Finland (a lady called Alma) all the way down to Sicily and Greece (Lily - she was a real darling, sadly gone due to cancer). The Staes and Canada figured too

This was 2005, so as I had you still in tow I restricted my commissions to northern Europe and the UK. In fact Austria was the furthest I went in Europe that year. Pia was among the requests and arrangements were made. The flight time to Munich is such that If I wished I could have been there and back within a day, but I didn't. Pia is despite the photos below a quite sophisticated German lady, with a lot of style and money. She did, like a number of German girls I met, have a quite decadent side when it came to physical affairs.

Beneath that summer dress she had a white camisole, at least that is what I think it's called, and  pair of high sided panties. She looked pretty sexy in them too, given the light tan she sported. As you will have surmised LL I had already been well acquainted with her 'white bits' beneath. The thought of sex outdoors is always fun and brings with it an extra frisson of excitement. Sex is also in large part, in the anticipation, so I continued to shoot while she gradually shed all her clothes, posing and displaying herself with abandon.

Where we were was well hidden from just about everything but the wild life.  It was the latter we were to disturb, or rather Pia was to disturb, with her moans and utterances of Ja, Ja!

Before she reached the point of moaning, she wanted to be caressed all over with particular attention being paid to her somewhat small breasts that fitted my hands perfectly. Standing behind her, both of us nude, her butt pressed into my groin and my hands on her boobs - I remember that day...to this day.

Her thighs and what she offered between her legs. She was a great lay, too.

Thinking back to you at that time in that 'department', I recall you always wanted me to withdraw before I came. You have no idea how that makes a man feel...unfulfilled. So combined with your cheating and naïveté regarding sex, I went elsewhere. Nearly all my lovers and there were many, were far better in bed. Sorry, in a way, I'm sorry, but you were not the best lay at all. You had a reasonable, but marked body, and large boobs, but beyond that there was little that attracted me when I had moved on.

Longer legs, perter boobs and women who knew what they were doing all seemed, and were, far more attractive. That is not to say they were all perfect. Some had lovely bodies but just lay there, others were a bit on the skinny side but were a great lay, being quite athletic. Carole came in the latter category, just to feed your jealousy a little more.

You weren't the most attractive option by a long way. With you, for me, it was more about how I felt about you...but you just went ahead and destroyed that, like a schoolgirl. You were very immature about the whole thing, in effect.

Afterward I knew I was far better off out it...and boy, was I...and then some!

Ciao

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©