Hidden Depths

For LL

The title 'Hidden Depths' is entirely a sexual connotation and I make no apologies for that.

The encounters I describe below have been extracted and amended a little from the diary entries I made at the time. In fact I have a whole section written about you and I, almost from the very first contact. Maybe I will post it in the future. I will however, change your name.

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Après la douche

After the shower, in English LL. Beautiful isn't she. Taken in Nice 2006. She was nice too, even though a little damp at this point. Shortly after this shot a tunnel opened up between those thighs requiring some repeated exploration.

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Coffee Cups and Cupping

Massachusetts summer of 2006. Certainly a degree of cupping was required and requested on that lovely summer's day. Plunging into her depths was a real bonus that was appreciated on both sides, back and front, by us jointly.

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Studio New York 2006

There were hidden depths explored on that day. The requisite item went all the way into those depths repeatedly, at the lady's request.

Great boobs, she was right out of those overalls after this shot.

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Sunset Slits

The sun through the venetian blinds that afternoon in Florida was so defining I couldn't miss this shot, and so I asked my bed mate that afternoon to pose appropriately. Sherry obliged, and so did the only slit that is not in shot!

Guess where!!

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Floored...and she was, but not flawed

A location shoot in Kent, UK in 2005, that came with a promise of entering her depths and enjoying the two melons that came with that gift. They were magnificent LL.

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An Attic Affair

Assuming the position ...... almost. We had gone to the attic of her home for privacy - not overlooked.

She called it Ally's Pally, as in Alexandra Palace. Her name is of course Alexandra and she was lovely and curvaceous LL. The location, her place in Epsom Surrey. The time, August 2005. She certainly had 'hidden depth', but she allowed me to explore it fully a number of times.

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Norfolk Nipples

Norfolk born and bred, so I guess they are Norfolk nipples. I'll always remember Sue because she loved dressing up in suspenders and stockings. I think she thought it was sexy - she was right it was. She always loved a little encouragement from my tongue, not only on those nipples but elsewhere before allowing me to plunge into her depths. Then she couldn't help herself, allowing repeated insertions. This was way back, back in April 2004...not a bad birthday present was she. Taken on my old Canon, so my file tells me.

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French Connection - January 2006

....and a connection it was. there was no one more surprised than me. I had called on this young lady at her apartment on the outskirts of Paris for a shoot, via an introduction. The shoot went fine, after all she was a pretty woman. All shots had been fully clothed with various changes, then she disappeared for a shower.

I was packing my stuff away when Emiline called me. One final photograph s'il vous plait. Well LL, if I pleased, when I turned the corner she was standing in her shower as naked as ...well you can see above. She asked me if I was shocked. I smiled and she laughed. I told her she had a perfect body and I wasn't lying.

That was when the real surprise came - she asked me if I would like her. I think her English was lacking a bit. I told her yes I liked her (who wouldn't). What she meant and voiced seconds later was sex. 

I lost weight after we parted LL, so I guess I looked quite reasonable to all the women I enjoyed and Emiline saw something in me that attracted her. So, imagine me in bed with that body above, just two months after we parted. Perfection I thought, and she was. Maybe a little bit of a novice in bed (her not me), but that was rectified. Most women who have slept with me, who were a lot younger, all said they preferred an older man for exactly the reason Emiline did -experience. So her depths were subjected to something she hadn't experienced ever before...or so she said.

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Looking Up in the World

In more ways than one, LL, in more ways than one! Under and up was the order of the day at her invitation. Lovely erect nipples too. Just so you know, it is an apartment in Portland, Oregon in 2007. Name Alysha ... unusual, but all American, all 100% of her. In case you are wondering there are more than a few million residents in the area, so finding bed mates was never difficult.

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Laid Back and Laid

This lady certainly was and she lived just over two miles from my Norfolk home, as it was then. This afternoon was one of those showery warm June days. I remember her asking what it was like out when I arrived at her place in Shipdham. I told her warm and wet. She replied..and I will always remember this...so am I. She was exactly where you see her in my photo when she made that reply LL.

I didn't have to go far to meet Jane. You could say we were regulars, so I knew her depths well and very satisfying they were too. Always a warm (and wet) welcome between those thighs above. A school teacher, divorced I took this shot in 2004.

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Unwrapped

London studio shot 2005 November as I recall. Unwrapped - because she was when she stood up. She loved the photos I took (thank goodness) as she became the source of a lot of my London work. Not only herself, but many friends etc she recommended. Eleanor, I liked that name, had lovely long legs, a figure to compliment them and on our second shoot some three months later (I think she spent that time in a fashionable ski resort in France or Switzerland) she asked me to explore it.

Just friends with a need, she said, as I hovered over her about to enter her depths. I had no problem with that. To lay a beautiful creature like Eleanor was enough. Casual sex is quite rife if you know the right people LL, and the young ones seem to prefer us older ones.

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Canadian Coyness

Christine was playing coy in this photo, but she was far from that. In fact she was being a tease. As memory serves, she said to me as I took this shot - with or without? Obviously, I replied without! Later I was within her inviting depth on a cold night in a warm apartment in Ottawa early 2007.

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Blond and Bronzed

Katie was certainly that. You'll never guess where she worked LL. An agent that I left behind way back in 2007...in Florida. Because of that,she knew what properties I owned when I would be there and when to call, unbidden by me I hasten to add. This was our first encounter outside of her office, believe it or not.

She had just rung the door bell in WLC and when I opened it, she walked in. She was dressed in very short denim shorts and a tight fitting top. I reckon she had come straight from her condo about two miles away, because it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.

She must have been really horny because with hardly a word she looked at me and where my eyes were drawn (her boobs, naturally) and took her top off. That was the nicest surprise I had had in ....hmmm about two weeks! As you can see she displayed a pair of great breasts and invited me to feel them while she wriggled very sexily out of her shorts and panties.

I was in my swimmers (an Aussie expression LL) and she relieved me of them. Imagine within minutes almost of her arriving we were both naked and her body a mere inch or two from mine. She couldn't wait. We were on my bed (yes the one you and I slept in) within minutes her legs wide open. She was hairless, which made my plunge between her legs much more comfortable and...interesting...no hair in the mouth LL.

I remember you having a mantra that said you like a man with some flesh on his bones. I too also, from time to time, like a woman similarly endowed and Katie was certainly endowed in that way...from top to sexy tail. We made love. She was insatiable. Once she had her first orgasm courtesy of my tongue. She leapt on me, sitting astride with those lovely thighs straddling me and her pendulous boobs offered up (in fact it was down, over my face) for some sucking. She lowered herself onto my erection and then she was away, like crazy, allowing me to enter her depths fully and riding like a Pony Express rider.

I said insatiable, because having extracted all my juices, she then lay back on the edge of the bed. Opened her legs once more and said...more. I needed a little encouragement to rise to the occasion so to speak, but given her hands and that body, that took no time at all.

I gave her my 'classic' teasing fuck making her come twice before I had finished. She was a hungry girl LL. She came back three days running...in the evenings those times. I felt exhausted by the third day, but I wasn't complaining.

When - 2007, the where you know.

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Up and Down

I love to play with words, hence the title here. The countryside in the background is a down in Sussex, UK. Site of a photo shoot at the request of Julie who lives there - yes, she still does. Like many of the woman I shoot I always ask that they let their hair down.

Fact is Julie let her hair down in the metaphorical sense as well. It was summer 2005 LL, I was still tenuously with you, but had largely given up. Urged on by the fact of your misdemeanours and by the world of women that had opened up for me We had taken a lot of photos when Julie stripped her dress off and asked for some in her underwear. Then she said...'shall we' pulling her bra down and teasing me with a view of her pussy. I didn't need asking twice.

So there we were 'Up and Down' on the Downs. Reaching heights and depths at the same time. How did I know her....why the same way you met your men. Except she was trustworthy within the bounds of what we agreed was our relationship basis

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Pam's Pussy Pose

Taken in London. A close friend and closer neighbour to my apartment that I had back then in 2005 LL. Pam was another casual sexual partner. We both enjoyed our times together. No strings attached just fun in the bedroom (hers), kitchen...and lounge where this photo was taken. We called that piece of furniture our sex seat as I had taken her often on that.

When I say often, it really was. Whenever I was in town we found time for what she called my penile pleasure palace...that is her pussy. A penetrating pleasure that we shared, as I explored her depths...and those perky boobs.

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Hotel Headboards

The reason for the caption above must be obvious, although red and randy would have been equally appropriate LL. This is 2007 and I had a suite at a well known hotel in Baltimore where I was on business, not a photo commission.

This lady was at a conference in the hotel, one of only a few attending it. Fed up with all her male colleagues, I guess, she was to be found in the bar early evenings that long weekend. By Saturday evening - she was there until the Tuesday, as I was - we were chatting freely over our early evening drinks. Despite her being nearly 25 years younger, we got along real well. That Saturday evening I suggested we get away from the hotel and have dinner together. To my surprise she agreed.

We headed for Aldo's in Little Italy and had a lovely meal and evening. Inevitably, she ended up in my room. I had the suite after all. That was how I got to see what she had to offer and her lovely red underwear. It enhanced her body LL. She was further enhanced when she knelt on the bed and started taking it off! I took the shot above just before she lost her panties. Well, she lay back on the bed and threaded them down her legs and off, LL.

To say I had a great view of everything is an understatement. In fact the effect on me was more than evident to to Abby (Abigail), and she wanted that effect. I wanted her, what red-blooded male wouldn't, so we had a mutual interest and desire.

She was one hell of a lay LL. I gave her all I had and she loved it hard against her pussy, which leads me to the caption. That headboard made a lot of rhythmic noise that night and the following morning. As my suite was on the top floor of 22 storeys, neither of us cared as we explored depths Abby had not experienced for some time..

One night was followed by two others. She went back to Missouri and I went back to New England, but....and that's another story

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Perceived Perfectly through a Pane

Not bad LL, for a morning greeting, is it. That's rhetorical - not a question.  I can tell you that the cleavage you see displayed by Charlotte was lovely and warm when I lay my head there...just twenty minutes before this morning shot.

The night before had been star-less, overcast and dark as pitch, so we both had to feel our way around and use our imaginations. The pleasure it evoked was just as great as in full daylight. One hand couldn't encompass those glorious breasts though LL, but they were nice and firm to the touch. Hardening under close attention along with nipples like organ stops. A generous entrance allowed a sensuous discovery of Charlotte's depths...to her delight ... which was expressed vocally and loudly.

Where? Norfolk, UK. When? June 2004, July 2004 August 2004 November 2004...and so on right through until.....

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Sun Sleep and Sexuality

Carol oozes sexuality don't you think LL. when I saw her lying there in the sun that afternoon she looked fantastic. I studied her for a while then took this  photo.

We had flown out from Stansted. Strangely enough the place where my Gulfstream 650 lands these days when over there in the UK. I had rented a villa on Majorca, near Puerto Pollenca for just five days I think. This was 2006, so after you and I had parted...finally. Given that Carol was resting in the nude it was, needless to say, completely secluded.

I'll leave it at that LL, just remember five days and nights with Carol and that great body, when presumably you thought I was possibly 'pining' over you. Don't kid yourself - I wasn't! I had partly moved on in 2004 as you now know.

Enjoying time with Carol was bliss. I remember thinking how just six months before you thought you could play around with my emotions. Fact is LL I fooled you well and truly, didn't I.

So as a parting thought regarding Carol for you. She really liked me, and she had no idea of my wealth, to such an extent that she wanted to stay with me for good. The other thought for you is that on the day I sat beside Carol as she slept on that sun bed, in between admiring her body and the gentle heave of her breasts as she slept, I read and also emailed you about the bangles and baubles - still not forgotten.

When she awoke she asked me to apply or rather re-apply, sun cream...all over

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Stairway to Heaven

Another New York studio shoot LL. Crazy City with some crazy women in it, in the nicest possible way. I never ceased to be amazed how ready or indeed willing they were to shed their clothes and pose in quite sexual ways.

Mona above was no exception. She lived on West 28th Street according to my records. That in itself tells anyone who knows that this lady was wealthy. To be honest most of my clients were wealthy and chose me for the absolute privacy I guaranteed, despite the photos I include in my blogs. There are no faces of course.

After the shot above, which was the last in the series she let go that top revealing her almost hairless pussy. Then she shed the top altogether, I thought, to get ready to change into her clothes. Instead she sashayed across the floor of the studio toward me. The tripod and camera stood between us.

I remember her arms were by her side, but then she slowly drew her hands up her thighs, around her hips and onto her boobs, caressing them in a very provocative way. I took several shots so have a record, LL.

Naturally with all that going on before my eyes, I became aroused and Mona said 'Looks like your buddy is interested. Question is are you?' By way of an answer I stepped out from behind the camera and placed my hands on her hips. That was some day LL. I can tell you, because come the afternoon and another client I was faced with the same situation all over again.

I rose to the occasion in both instances. The depths on these two occasions had, let's say, an upward turn. Standing room only, with the help of a wall or two. Use your imagination lady. 2006.

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Oriental Openings

This is a shot from my second trip to Japan. A lady you have seen before LL face included. My commissions over there frequently took me to their homes and apartments. European men and sex seemed to be something they wanted, in both ways.

Itsuko was no exception and offered herself to me quite freely. In fact she told me that it wasn't the photos that were her prime reason for booking the photo shoot! I had been 'introduced' to her by another 'conquest' although what the recommendation included, I'm not sure.

Japanese women, as you can see, are not all slim with small boobs. Some are in fact quite well endowed in that area. Neither are they that different to women worldwide. They have 'needs' that require satisfying. The novelty for them was that I was a European and English. 

For me it was quite a novelty to begin with. They have lovely skin tone, almost like porcelain. Itsuko was, as I said, quite open about sex and invited me into her depths without any coyness. As with many women LL, it takes more than one fuck to figure out what turns them on most. Itsuko liked being spanked while she rode me and she loved my licking her clit both before she came and after. Often a little tight in the fitting sense, I and my partners in Japan found it enhanced our sex greatly. 2007.

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A Warm and Wet Welcome

Sophie used to be married and I knew her when she was. A client some years before, she was the daughter of a woman who was in the fashion industry and in partnership with her mother. As the years rolled by from the nineties into the twenty first century Sophie took over.

Together we often met, mother daughter and me especially when the buying season was in full swing, so I came to know Sophie as a younger woman in the nineties and as a client. I was in a small town close to my Norfolk, UK address on a routine visit to my dentist when I came across her again. Almost literally bumping into her outside a coffee shop. we were both surprised to see each other again. On this occasion it was February 2006.

Sophie was no longer living in Norfolk, having been divorced. She had moved to London. For my part I was coming to the realization that my Norfolk home was a bit remote from where I wanted to be and also a little large for me on my own. I spent more and more of my time in London. It seemed natural to meet Sophie there for a real catch up. She was returning the following day after visiting her mother so we arranged lunch in London.

That evening I drove back to my apartment in London. Sophie won, over closing the door on a wintry Norfolk. Next day I was at our agreed lunch venue in good time, after all Sophie was good company and she looked good too...and knew it. A lady's prerogative, she turned up ten minutes late.

Lunch was excellent, we both knew/know our way around London. Afterward we walked a little in St James' Park. It was quite cold and eventually, Sophie suggested coffee at her place which was nearer than mine. I agreed....it was really cold. I had my hands thrust into my pockets the right resting on my Lumix compact camera. Sophie slipped her gloved hand through my arm and we headed for the nearest road and a cab.

When we arrived at her place I was surprised how light and airy it was and her excellent taste in furnishings. She told me that she had really enjoyed lunch and our conversation. We spent sometime talking about the times she and her mum were in my office seeking funding for the next season's stock. 

That's when her expression changed a little and said, 'We have both been on our own for some time, so ...'. I sort of knew where this was going LL - not being born yesterday, and to be honest I would dearly have loved to bed her. I knew from way back that she was quite a sexual woman. She teased me when I was happily married by leaning over my desk to point at figures in their financial forecast, wearing reasonably low cut dresses - she knew, even back then, what a man would look at...and desire.

That remark about our both being on our own for sometime was left hanging. Sophie went to her bedroom and re-appeared a little while later in a satin dressing gown. It didn't take much to figure she had nothing on underneath. Two points of interest gave that away immediately.

That was when I was treated to the lovely sight in the photo above. I said nothing just picked up my camera and held it up with a questioning look. She nodded and I took a few shots of her great body and breasts. Then I stood. Apart from what was obviously on offer, I had to because things were happening down below and standing was more comfortable!

Hardness doesn't describe what was happening under my trousers. Sophie just looked down at that area and said 'Let him loose, he wants to play with a pussy'. I laughed and then stripped. Sophie held her warm soft, and I must say, very firm body against mine, allowing my erect cock to slip between her legs.

She was wet and warm and I hadn't even started on her. I figure she had 'warmed' herself up in the bedroom. Fine by me because it was nice and wet and warm down there, Slick and easy to slide to and fro. As you can see LL her boobs were large and they loved the attention I gave them. Her nipples were erect before any foreplay on my part. I was impressed by her sexuality and I have to say she really turned me on way before we 'got down to it'. She had given me one of the firmest and lasting erections pre-sex that I had had in a while.

We went to her bedroom. She lay back legs apart, arms stretched out toward me as I climbed onto the bed and between her legs. That was a wonderful afternoon....and night. Between the two we shared her bath with all the pleasure that brought and went out to a tiny French restaurant I know in London. I won't say we hurried our meal and wine that evening, but let's just say we weren't late to bed!

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Young Gifted and Endowed

Remember when I told you I was in Lanzarote - when you both were in 2006 - PDC to be precise. For the few days I indulged myself observing the man you had chosen, or rather the tub of lard you had chosen, I had company. Not company that I went out there with, but someone who I met whilst there.

The lady in question is shown above in all her glory and her two very nice 'endowments'. It was only because I asked whether I could share a table with her and two companions, all English, that it happened. Her friends left after a short while leaving me with this young lady. We got talking about where we were from etc etc and I told her I was here to watch a couple of people, one of whom was my cheating 'ex'. Her name is Kelly and I said that I was about to ask something that might be a bit of a cheek but I needed a dinner companion as cover and wondered if she would join me that evening.

To my surprise, and delight, she agreed. We soon sussed out one of your haunts that you were going to eat at and 'joined' you. My back was to you all the time you were both there and I didn't turn around once, but Kelly had a mirror  - I guess you would call it a compact. We had a really fun evening with Kelly giving me a running commentary off and on until you both left. I guess we got through quite a bit of wine that evening and a couple of liqueurs each.

We let you go for about ten minutes or so before leaving ourselves briefly in the opposite direction. Kelly told me she was sharing a room with her girl friends and there wasn't much fun in that. I asked her if she wanted to share my room and by way of an answer she kissed me. Then clinging to my arm we made our way back to my place.

The photo was taken the following morning LL after I was invited to explore Kelly's wonderful depths, twice the night before and twice that morning. The shower we shared was fun too. K was from Kent. I saw her once more when she was on a shopping trip to London. She spent the night with me in my then apartment. All this right under your nose, almost. She was certainly under mine and above it!

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Perfect Poise

There's a part of LA known as the Art District, LL. Over the years I have had a number of commissions there some to photograph art work, sculptures, bronzes etc, and some to photograph the artists themselves. A number of studios are in large older preserved building not more than around six storeys high. They were formerly warehouses etc and have been split up into mainly studios which helped establish the art district, actively encouraged by the City of Los Angeles.

I was invited/recommended to Michele by friends to take photos of her in the nude in her studio. Partly so she could paint herself at some point and partly for her own reasons. Hence LL, the shoot I undertook, including the two photos above The artist as art, you might say. I thought she took a great photo.

When I arrived she was wearing a tee shirt with paint spattered overalls over the top, the bib secured by two straps that cam over her shoulders and sat on the outside curve of her breasts. Her hair was gathered in a scrunch on the top of her head. We talked for a bit, I viewed her work and then set up my two cameras on their tripods. In the meantime, quite uninhibited, Michele stripped off. First removing the overalls to reveal just panties beneath, then pulled her tee shirt over her head to reveal...no bra. Her hair came down and so did her panties.

I barely, good word that, had to direct her in any pose, she seemed a natural and it was a pleasure to frame her body in my viewfinder. About an hour an a half later we had finished. She had put a scraggy old gown on and we reviewed the shots on my laptop. She made coffee for me - green tea for her. By now it was late afternoon.

You know, or can probably guess, that the art world fraternity can be pretty free and easy. Michele, a New Yorker, who had moved to California (for the light, she told me), was no exception.  After the tea and coffee things got a little frisky. It started with a kiss, followed by the gown or lack of it, a warm body in my hands then warm boobs and a couch in the corner of the studio beckoned.

She was quite something was Michele, LL. Can you imagine...I'm sure you have some memory left of me coming down on you...so just think of me giving Michele everything I had and everything she wanted. That was it really. casual sex again, but this time very casual...and I was on my way with a smile on my face. I had to deliver the finished photo prints of course.....

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Under the Boardwalk

The summers over here in New Hampshire are quite hot LL. The lake at the end of my acreage at the back of that first home of mine there, was cool. The perfect place to gain the benefit of a nice breeze and some sun bathing. That is how I came to be entertaining a local woman called Sonia. That's her above LL. Lovely isn't she and so photogenic. I'll leave it there and let you imagine all the times I 'entertained' my ladies there over three great years.

Under the boardwalk? One of my little piers or jetties that you can see in the photo - under it was quite good fun and it was cooler. Amazing how comfortable a floating sun bed can be, if a bit squeaky when exploring their depths. It was on dry land at the time of entry and delving into those hidden depths.

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 Sand, Sea and ......San Diego

California Dreamin', would be a good caption too. This is near SD not in it. Sunbathing in that state, above, would get you arrested. This is a spot that Chase (yes that's her name) knew and we spent the day there enjoying each other's company and at the appropriate moment each other's bodies. We were 'head to head' when I took this shot.

He skin was warm from the sun and just a touch from my fingers made her nipples stand erect. We watched it happen together. Being a bit mischievous that was all she would allow me to touch to begin with. Made it much more interesting LL, playing 'hard to get' is quite arousing. Makes a man try harder, and she knew all about and could see harder! Then she felt it deep in those hidden depths.

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 A Tight Fit

Spending time in hotels around the UK and in Europe had its benefits. I, not infrequently, received a nice reception from various quarters. (I'm playing with words her LL).

I will explain. Getting friendly with receptionists, especially when I was staying for more than a day or so, worked wonders with upgrades and a good table in hotel restaurants.  The tight fit...that's a reference to Paula, who appears above. A stay in an hotel in the New Forest in England in the quieter winter months, finds some of these places sparsely occupied. that was the case in February 2008 when I stayed at this place. No names, no pack drill, LL.

The days and late evenings dragged for some of the reception staff, particularly Paula who lived in on some of her shifts, given a fairly early morning start. That was the case when I was staying there. I had been visiting two 'friends' in the area and enjoying the Forest with my camera in hand. Fact is Paula ended up in my room on the second night, and the third and fourth. The shot above was taken on that second night.

Playing with words again, the tight refers to her struggling to get her tights (panty hose over here) down. A little assistance from me, with her lying back on the bed, ensured they both came off in short order. Taking advantage of the lay of the land, I buried my head between her legs and started, as she put it 'to eat her pussy' she loved it, particularly when I reached her clitoris. She nearly went through the roof, in a manner of speaking, when she came. 

I stood and held my hand out to help Paula stand. She embraced me, hugged me and pressed her lovely body and firm tits against me. One thing about women in their thirties and forties LL, they generally have lovely firm boobs. A delight to me along with a lovely ass.

I turned her around and massaged her boobs, she couldn't wait for me to be inside her and just bent over on the bed and offered her pussy to me. After my earlier attentions it was more than ready and so was I.

The following two nights we enjoyed sex several times, me on top, she on top, she sucking and me licking (69 style). The last occasion was when she was on duty the morning I was leaving. She made some pretence to come to my room with a newspaper and we had sex standing in my room. Her panties off and her skirt up around her waist. We both thought that was an exciting way to leave each other.

Like all the women I met who were a good lay, it didn't entirely end there..

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Mid West Mammaries

I first visited Minnesota way back in the early nineties, LL. It's a beautiful State abutting the Canadian border to the north and part of Lake Superior to the east. Apart from that, there are lots of trees and lakes, and I mean lots of lakes. They are no doubt due to the action of glaciers during various ice ages.

I was out there once again in the summer of 2008, having flown into Minneapolis and hired a car. After a night at an hotel on the outskirts of the city I set off to my next point of call which was a ranch that took in paying guests and offered riding over the acres the family owned. I was to spend several days there and then onto Duluth and back to Minneapolis to carry out the assignments I had. 

The riding came with a choice of experiences (that was to prove something entirely different). Riding out gently with a group or just singly with a member of staff. I chose the latter, which although more expensive (not a problem to me, of course) was worth it for the near solitude. 

Somehow, I had been expecting to be accompanied by a man on the ride out, but to my surprise and delight  a blond young woman appeared on the morning of my ride. I had met her before at the ranch and we had spoken at the welcome drinks soiree, and since. Her name is Kathy. That morning we had to drive out a way to where the horses were in a pick-up. Bumping our way over the pasture to the corral I looked across at Kathy as we spoke and couldn't help noticing her boobs bouncing under her cotton top, as the pick-up did the same. I thought to myself this is going to be an interesting ride!

It was, we rode out aways, some several miles into the country. It was a warm, becoming hot, morning. The smell of the grass, a slight warm breeze and being on horseback alongside an attractive young woman, made it almost 'perfick' LL. 

Eventually we made our way back for lunch. All my previous thoughts about Kathy's boobs were confirmed  - they bounced very nicely on the way out, and back. Obviously, she knew what she was doing dressing like that. After lunch she found me outside. This time she had changed from her jeans that she wore that morning into what is best termed skimpy shorts. She asked if I would like to see a little more of the ranch, this time in the pick-up. I liked her company (and her looks) so I told her, sure.

Off we went driving away I guess some 10- 15 miles (and still on the ranch). The landscape was interesting, I had seen it from the air many times. We passed a few lakes that I noted were down a little it being summer. Eventually, Kathy pulled to a stop near a clump of trees.  We climbed out stretched our legs and drank some water from the pick-up's fridge.

I wiped my lips and stood with my back to the vehicle taking a few photos. Kathy was behind me and asked whether I was still thirsty, if so would you like to drink from these. When I turned around what I saw was what you see above LL. Pretty much perfect boobs for me. Firm pointed and perky. Not only that her shorts were partly undone. If those two things weren't an invitation, I don't know what is.

I accepted the invitation...twice. Front door and via the back. A pair of the best boobs I have ever handled, so firm and responsive in my hands and she was just as rewarding down below, too. I have no real idea why she chose to have sex with me, other than I was the only single visitor without a partner...and maybe my being a Brit. She gave me the spiel about it being a bit lonely working out there, but I think she just felt horny that day.  Depths were reached...and then some! 

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Evocative Erotic Elegance at Elk 

I doubt you have any idea where Elk is LL, but it's in California. A tiny place near the coast. This was chosen by my elegant client below for the nude shoot she had commissioned from me. I think I did pretty well don't you. The photo above is one of many I took that day, but I had excellent material to work with, didn't I.

That's it. No names this time. No further details.

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Temptation 

Back in the day when I used the Internet to meet/date women, one such that I met was Zoe who appears above. She lived in Royston back then and to be honest just wanted some sex. We chatted on a site you never used LL. I moved on from MFO after March 2004.

As is usual with these meetings back then, we met on mutual ground - a coffee bar in Cambridge - to get to know each other better. Our chats online had been fairly explicit, describing in Zoe's case what she fantasised about. Needless to say, after having chatted online, we had no trouble getting on together, despite the age difference.

As I had no other people living at my place I arranged to pick her up one Friday afternoon and take Zoe to Norfolk - about an hour and a half distant from her home town. I had pre-prepared dinner and the wine was at the right temperature thanks to the Aga in the kitchen. We enjoyed our food and then after a little TV cuddled up on the couch, made our way to one of the bedrooms. Believe it or not LL Zoe couldn't wait until I reached mine. Her bag had been opened while I was finishing cooking at she went to one of the bathrooms and re-appeared dressed as she is above.

Cantaloupe or Honeydew (melons) was what went through my mind when I saw her sitting on the bed in what I guess was what she slept in. Her boobs were looking very enticing to such an extent I was almost salivating. Sitting there with her legs apart but her pussy just covered was temptation personified.

In short order we were both naked and I took Zoe as she wanted to be taken that , gently, slowly but building to a crescendo. She was a joy to behold lying beneath me and she showed her pleasure quite vocally. I loved those melon like breasts too, so malleable.

The next time was during the week - summer 2004 LL. Can you cast your mind that far back? I can, via my diary. I saw you the weekend before that mid week meeting with Zoe and I saw you the weekend after.

The next time she came (now there's a phrase),  she told me she wanted to undertake a little role play as it turned her on, to be dominated a bit. I had seen this desire in some women before. Zoe wanted me to treat her as my 'naughty' secretary who had failed to complete her work and had to be punished but first she made me sit on one of my two couches and using my newspaper pretended to bring me some papers. She bent over to hand them to me revealing her pendulous boobs beneath her dress only just held in place by her lacy bra. She was wearing hold-ups black in color - quite sexy all told.

She dropped the papers. 'Punish me, I'm so sorry' - she had said, or words to that effect, and giggled. From there she bent over that light colored table I had in the day room LL. 'You must spank me for what I have done', were her next words as she slipped her dress off and let it fall to the floor. Now all she wore was her bra, panties and hold ups.

I stroked her thighs up to her buttocks, slapped the right one hard and saw her tense then release the tension, as she did,I slapped the left one and the same happened again. Then I took her by the shoulder and gently pulled her upright from the table. I undid her bra and pulled it down her arms. Her breasts hung free. My right hand on her right boob, my left hand went inside her panties all the way down to her pussy. Her legs parted slightly and I used me fingers in her entrance which she responded to immediately. I brushed my hand up and down against her nipple and it hardened.

Sliding my hand around I slipped her panties over her hips and pushed her forward gently over....and entered her from behind. Zoe, I could see, was gripping either side of that table. Then we were at it with a vengeance LL. Hard and fast, punishing, slapping and finally in both our cases coming in a joint eruption.

She rode me that night quite hard, those boobs receiving attention from both my hands. The following day was Thursday. Zoe left after a sensual start to the day. I watched her Golf disappear down the driveway and turned my thoughts to seeing you LL. I knew you were never going to commit, never going to move and most of all I was never going to able to trust you completely. That was how I rationalised my own decision to 'hedge my bets'. 

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Norwegian Nipples

2007 and I was in Oslo doing a bit of a circular trip over three weeks. I had been in Denmark on business (and pleasure, incidental and arranged), then Sweden similarly taking me onto Oslo and Norway. I had stayed in an hotel in Oslo undertaking two commissions there. During that time and frequenting one coffee shop in particular I came across Tonje, or rather she came across me as I left the cafe.

She had seen my camera, carefully wrapped around my hands via its strap and my bag. I felt a hand on my shoulder as I stood by the kerbside waiting to cross to the park opposite. I turned. It was Tonje as I later learned. She asked whether I was a photographer. A little surprised that she had addressed me in English, I asked her how she knew I was English. Tonje smiled, 'My question first', she said. I  smiled back and said yes I am a photographer, among other things.

She told me the English thing was easy. She heard me order in the coffee bar! She was still with me when we crossed the road and entered the park It was cold but not biting. They get a lot of rain there LL, but thankfully today it was dry and sunny.  Given that this quite attractive brunette woman was in her thirties, the thought of walking with her across the park to my hotel was a pleasant one.

She had asked whether I was able to take her photo. She would pay, she had said. I told her that I don't come cheap. Tonje didn't quite understand so I told her that my work was expensive. To give her an idea of what I was capable of, I took a few shots in the park, using the shadows and light at that time. She liked what I had taken and decided she would like me to take just four photos. I wasn't doing anything in particular that day apart from explore some of Oslo., so I agreed.

Long story LL, but as she only lived in a small apartment way out on the edge of the City, to the north, I decided my hotel room would be best and with Tonje's agreement we went there. I guess she felt she could trust me LL. Unlike my being able to trust you. Remember when I said I wasn't going anywhere, I really meant that. You on the other hand...well we know what you were up to don't we. Hence, I have no guilty feelings over bedding all the women I have, even during our 'time'.

When we arrived in my room Tonje had a drink from the mini bar as I set up. As she drank I took a number of shots of her, until she excused herself and went to the bathroom. I heard rustling in there and then Tonje said 'Do you mind taking me in my underclothings' (her words LL) I shouted back fine.

When eventually she reappeared she had her outer clothes in her hand which she dropped on a chair. The rest of her ....well she wore her woollen socks, and not much else. I am still not sure what you would call it. Perhaps some sort of thermal underwear. In any event it only covered the lower half of her body. Her boobs were on full display, and she had let her hair down. She sat on the window ledge, which is when I took the photo above LL.

Of course we both knew what might happen when we went back to my room. Neither of us were that naive, after all she was in her thirties and working in banking. I found out that she had seen me in that coffee shop several times and told me why she rather wanted to 'spend time' with me. That will remain between her and me LL. All I will say is that it was for all the reasons/attributes/ qualities, call it what you will, that you failed to see.

Did we have sex - you bet we did and she stayed in her socks although they were a lot farther apart than they are in the shot above!

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A Study in Sexuality - 2008

There are some very beautiful women in London LL. There are a lot elsewhere too, but here I am dealing with a woman I had the privilege to shoot in London. 

To me she had a near perfect figure and I told her so when she dropped her gown and stepped in front of her own wall for this shot. I thought she oozed sexuality and sensuality. I told her that later. Long legs, great hips and a lovely firm butt topped (appropriately) by her perky breasts. The house is in fact on the edge of London, very modern with walls of glass and set in its own grounds. Divorced, wealthy and 'hungry', Cressida (I said I would include her one day LL), you could say, lived in a certain isolation.

By that I don't just mean the house she lived in, which was as beautiful as she is, but when I first met her she was distant, not aloof, but quietly inside herself. My first visit was one afternoon. Before I left my car I was greeted by a large German Shepherd. No not a bodyguard LL - a dog. I'm not silly enough to get out of the car in such circumstances, so I waited until Cressida appeared and called the dog away. Being England, we had tea over which we discussed the shoot she was seeking. I showed her examples of my work. Landscapes, people, fashion and just a couple of nudes.

She wasn't interested in fashion shots, She said she wanted photos that captured her essence. I explained that would mean that she must be able to adopt different moods in front of the camera. I could talk her into those situations I told her. To do so I would need to know a little about her life. She was quiet for a while as she considered what i had said. Then I said if it would make it easier I would tell her about my life and that might kick off the flow of conversation. I did, and it did.

Her second name was Alexandra. She said her close friends called her Alex, which was her preference and that I should use that. We talked for quite a while and eventually I was ready to depart. Alex said there was one thing more before I left. She called her dog from the front door, and he came running. His name I think was Kendo. The purpose was to introduce me to him so that when I called again he would know me. We arranged for me to return two days later.

I returned two days later to be greeted by Kendo, as before. This time I stepped out of the car and he was fine with me. Alex greeted me at the door of her home. LL, this place was ultra modern - a series of cubes with wonderful light and space inside and an enclosed courtyard garden in the centre of the various parts of the house. A kiss on the cheek and I she led me to the kitchen that morning, rather than the lounge as before. Coffee was brewing (she had found that much out about me, and that I was punctual). She was more relaxed this visit and asked how I wanted to play things - my words not hers. We discussed where in the house and  how to show various emotions that she wanted to capture. Then we started. This was going to be an all day shoot.

I used what she had told me ( I had taken notes) to get her to talk as I took shots. various experiences in our lives evoke memories. Those memories trigger emotion and that was how I captured what she wanted. Dress wasn't important to her, but capturing her expressions and the look in her eyes was. Some things brought tears, some laughter. I hugged her between shots when she cried. At lunch she said that I should have been a shrink or at the very least a therapist! I laughed - no way I told her. She said I had been very good with her and in fact she felt a lot better for having gone through the morning in the way we had.

I suggested we just keep it 'happy' after lunch - she agreed, and then said there is one thing missing from all the shots you have taken, which are excellent by the way. I asked what that was, although I sort of knew. My sexuality, she said. None of the photos capture that, Alex thought.

After lunch I had her pout, smoulder, look coy, use her eyes to give that come hither look etc. we stopped reviewed them and loved them. I felt great, she wasn't the most open person I had met to begin with but it seems I had won her over. Her recommendation to others would be good for my business - naturally, I enjoyed this work LL, as well as my other business activities. At that point she left the lounge and called out that she would be back shortly. I didn't think about where she had gone except perhaps to ladies room.

She reappeared after about ten minutes or so. Not in her trousers and top this time but in a dressing gown. It appeared to be silk and, as I recall, it had some Japanese motif on it. Alex said that she wanted photos now that captured her body and her sexuality and hoped she hadn't offended me by springing her near nudity upon me. I said it was fine as I was used to taking shots of naked women, hastening to add that they were in the best possible taste (not entirely true, of course).

I suggested she shrug the gown down over her shoulders to show her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts and a little cleavage.  Having taken several shots from different angles I asked her to let her hair down. She answered - 'Physically or metaphorically?' 'Both', I replied, 'if it suits you'. She attended to the first. A little flirting had begun between us. The banter continued as I repeated the same shots, with her hair now down below her shoulders. 

Next the gown had been moved down to her waist. She tightened the belt a little to stop it falling off completely. Now she was naked from the waist up. I took more shots and asked if she minded a few close ups of her breasts. She didn't. I changed lenses, briefly. At this point Alex said that she might as well do the whole thing and allowed the gown to drop to the floor. As I shot the above photo, which I think is gorgeous, I asked where she had conjured up the confidence to do that in front of me, a virtual stranger.

She said it was from me, which surprised me a little. Alex told me that I had a way with words and drawing her out of her protective shell during the day had been good therapy for her, giving her the confidence to pose as she was now. 'You're interested aren't you', she said. The remark was rhetorical, not a question. The sight of her body had started 'the one eyed snake' stirring. Staring at my zipper as she was then, I knew what she was talking about. I replied ' I wouldn't be human, or a man, if I wasn't stirred by the sight of your body Alex'.

She smiled, 'Your interest is noted', she said. 'Would you like to explore it further?' With that remark she stepped forward. Before losing her gown earlier, Alex had carefully placed her legs to conceal her pussy, but as she walked away from that wall above, that fell by the wayside, as she was about to.

'Come on', she said, 'you've earned this and so have I'. Alex took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom on the ground floor. Extracting this entry from my dairy LL, I can still hear her bare feet on the tiles as she patted her way to our destination. Her hair was swaying as she led me on, as were her hips and backside. A pleasure to watch.

By the time we reached her bedroom the snake in my pants was wide awake and ready to rear up when freed from the constrictions that confined him. In that regard Alex was a willing participant in setting him free to show his mettle. She stood before me naked, not quite as the day she was born. She had matured into a sexual and sensuous woman. 

Now she was undoing my belt and the top button my pants, she pulled my shirt out and then worked on my buttons until they were all undone. Every time she looked up I looked her in the eye. She smiled as I did and I smiled back. When her head was down, I had to admire her boobs. Her nipples were just inches from my chest.

Cutting to the chase, I was as naked as she was and we stood holding hands for a moment or two then I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. The effect was electric. Alex responded with intense passion - kissing, exploring my mouth, using her tongue. I responded our tongues touching, her mouth warm and responsive. 

We held each other. I could feel her wonderful body pressed hard against mine. I caressed her back her bottom her shoulders and then passion took hold of both of us as we fell back still partially embraced onto the bed. Her thighs were warm and embracing when she opened her legs. I looked down myself, erect and ready, then at her triangle of pleasure. She reached down and guided me toward her sweet spot rubbing her pussy with my tip. I took both her boobs in hand and squeezed and played with them. They were firm and pert and .... Alex couldn't wait she guided me inside her. It was like entering  the smoothest but ridged pussy I could remember...pure pleasure right from the very beginning.

To me it is always, always important that I pleasure a woman and not adopt a selfish approach and just fuck her hard for my own selfish needs. So almost as always I was slow and deliberate in my thrusting. The lubrication was perfect and so was Alex responding as only the best women can.

I will leave it there LL. It was one of those days, among many others, that stands out for all sorts of reasons, not least of which was what came in the future. 

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Homespun Hospitality

Homespun may give you a clue to location LL. You will probably guess, over here in the US, and you would be right. This was taken in Oregon in 2008 at a place I had bought as an investment on Bull Mountain, Beaverton, Or.

Part of the furnishing you can see in the background above. In the foreground, well that is Jayne. She was then aged 32 and a mature student at OHSU. I was in the midst of changing tenants at this property and had booked the cleaning service for a deep clean. The previous day to this one the carpets had been done (really didn't need it, but this is America with all its expectations). The day after this the house was to be cleaned, and they were to send someone over to assess how many cleaners would be needed.

That was how I opened the door to this lady who was working part-time in two jobs to help with her costs. She had been sent to make an assessment. I showed her in and we said hello, and then I left her to it. She started in the lower level, the house being built on a hill it has two and a half floors. Then she made it to the ground floor. All this took just under an hour, I think. I was busy checking meter readings etc.

From there she assessed upstairs and we then enjoyed a coffee together. Jayne said she would be back the day after the clean to check everything was OK. This was, after all, their 'Platinum' service. She noticed my camera sitting on the kitchen counter along with some lenses and asked whether I was a photographer. Among other things, I told her. I showed her some of my work on my laptop, she leaned in to see, her leg and shoulder touching mine. We finished up our coffees and went our separate ways. Jayne back to her offices, me to my place in Lake Oswego.

Two days later I was at the house carrying out my own check on the clean, when Jayne arrived in her little GMC SUV. I greeted her and offered her a drink before she started on her inspection. We sat and chatted in the kitchen. She said she had been thinking about the photographic work I had shown her and wondered if I would take her photo. Just a few she told me, as she couldn't afford more. I said I would. I didn't have any lighting equipment beyond a directional remote operated flash, but the natural light was good that day, so I should be able to get some good shots.

We finished our drinks and Jayne went off to carry out her inspection. All was fine apparently, as I knew having carried out my own check. Jayne said how about those photos now. I looked out of the window and said we should be good to go. She asked what I was checking and I told her that I was checking the light and where the sun was.

The dining room, which is at the back of the house, looking out onto a strip of cottonwoods and Douglas Firs was a good room to start given the indirect light it afforded. I told Jayne this and she wandered into that room while I sorted out the appropriate lenses.

The first thing I saw as I turned the corner into the dining room was a bra hanging over a dining chair on the seat was Jayne's skirt. I had no time to think further because when I entered the dining room proper there was Jane in just her panties and a cardigan. My first look was at her legs, then swiftly up to her crotch and hips. She had a nice pair of boobs under her clothes, that I had noticed earlier. She just smiled at me with the sweetest smile and pulled down her sweater to reveal her left boob. That was when I swung into action and took the photo above LL.

From there she pulled the sweater over her head without bothering with the buttons. I started taking more shots, and still neither of us had said a thing. The sight of her though was having an effect on me and Jayne noticed it! Before either of us knew it we found ourselves in one of the bedrooms. Me stripping off rapidly while Jayne was slowly losing her panties in quite a sexy manner. There was a little hair in that triangle, but not much.

When I stood upright from removing my pants (that was not all that was upright, LL) Jayne had her panties in her left hand, which was extended toward me. She spun them around a little then threw them at me. I caught them and then we were on those clean sheets together. She headed straight for my cock and straddled me at the same time. Her butt was right over my face. She started sucking and I started licking.  I made her wet quite quickly and her pussy was so open I could insert my tongue into the opening. She loved that.

I rasped my tongue across her clit rapidly, always conscious of what she was doing to me, which was slow and sensuous. I wasn't going to come, but I felt sticky so something had been drawn from me! She was producing her juices like they were going out of fashion. Talk about a face wash!

Then I remember she withdrew from sucking on me placed her hands on my thighs, arched her back and came, shuddering and tensing as she did. I could feel her thighs quivering under my hands. I rolled her off. As she lay there flushed in the face and her boobs engorged with the effects of sex, I climbed between her legs, LL. Her thighs were warm , her breasts were too. I played with her boobs squeezing caressing and encouraging her nipples to full erection, while she did the same for me.

We made love. Insertion was easy, aided by all the lubrication that had been released and as I entered she responded by thrusting her hips upward to meet my downward thrusts. Slowly I moved, in and out (almost) teasing and exploring her pussy. Jayne kept saying that it was lovely, accompanied by mmm's interspersed with Ohhhs! The latter coming when I 'hit' a certain spot. She wanted me to take her faster. I did and those 'Ohhhs!' came much faster and more frequently. I was pumping her really rapidly when she shouted out 'Ohhh yes, yes, yes' and I felt her pussy flood with warm liquid. All of this had me heading for ejaculation. As I felt that event rising in my loins, I took Jayne's boobs in my hands and squeezed them hard. A gasp from her and I came...and so did she, again!

We removed and replaced the sheets LL and turned the mattress...after all the whole purpose of our both being there was to make sure the place was clean. I still own that property up there in Oregon LL.

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Mediterranean Muse

I guess you could say it was a privilege to photograph Lorena an Italian lady who lives in Umbria. The shot you see above LL was taken in early summer 2008. It was also a pleasure as you might well imagine. You may perceive that she is relatively young. what you can only guess at was how 'hot-blooded ' she was.....

Just so you don't have to guess too much LL. This was during my second visit to Italy in the second half of 2007.  I had left Perugia to stay at a place not a million miles from Orvieto, a place I had visited in the late 90's with my now deceased wife. I was staying in a small villa on a large estate. There were other villas including the one an Italian lady, Lorena was staying at. She was taking a break from Rome. I was taking a break from language learning and just wanting to enjoy the rustic food and great wine in that area.

Staying and relaxing quite close to each other and both singly... well I ended up photographing her and she ended up in my bed. Why not? She looked fantastic - you can judge for yourself. She was sexy...and most of all needy. She thought I was highly sexed - not the first woman to say that. I'll leave it there.

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Overdressed?

Historically, Germany had a reputation for a morally loose and almost debauched culture. This was very evident in the 1930's. Hard to believe when one thinks of the ordinary German. However as Lise above proved, it is far from dead.

A young assistant at a studio I was using for a couple of weeks nearly ten years ago, she at first seemed just a hard working German girl when she stayed behind after some of my more formal shoots. However by the Wednesday of that week and late in the afternoon that all changed.

I surmised Mila had a pretty decent figure under her loose fitting top and tight trousers. That day she was wearing one of those tops that you don't tuck in. It was fairly flimsy too so the outline of her breasts were brought into sharp relief when she had the sun behind her, which on reflection was more often than necessitated by her movements around the studio.

We were a day and a half toward the end of my time in Berlin when Mila, who was again still there after the last client had left, suggested I take her photo perhaps in just her underwear and maybe a few shots of her face. I asked her if she were sure. She said she was and told me my work was ausgezeichnet (excellent, to you LL). and that she would appreciate having something from me after the week we had spent together working. I said fine but only on the proviso that I treat her to dinner at my hotel or a restaurant of her choice. We struck the deal.

Mila, was no shy retiring individual. After I had taken a few portrait shots she wasted no time in shedding her trousers and that loose fitting top.  That exercise revealed a lovely figure which was no surprise given that top and her tight fitting trousers. Her breasts were enveloped in a pretty bra that emphasised the swell of her boobs and accentuated her cleavage. Matching panties encompassing a very nice butt completed the picture. I took the photos she wanted, checking with her between shots that I had captured what she wanted. Finally, she asked me to photograph her boobs ... without the bra. I did. and then a shot from behind only of her without her panties.

After those last shots Mila got dressed as I packed my stuff away and we then left, locking up for the day. She came back with me to my hotel around five and we had a drink in the cocktail bar, while I also booked a table at the restaurant she had chosen for later in the evening. I suggested that she might want to freshen up and I needed to shower and change, so we went to my room.

Mila said she would like a shower too as I had undressed down to my pants. She was already down to her underwear, before I could respond. That was it we were both looking at each other, both in just our underwear and in my case I was showing interest in her and it wasn't my face that was giving the indication.

Mila stripped off entirely revealing a tiny weeny triangle of dark hair to which my eyes were drawn. That triangle was pointing right down toward her pussy. I slipped out of my pants and let the 'snake' free. The shower was going to come later!  I said earlier that despite the general image of Germans to women can be quite something. Mila wasn't an exception to that statement. In fact she was a highly sexed woman, who I discovered was, like me, a person with quite some 'experience'. Unlike you LL - you were really quite naive.

Mila walk up to me, played with my cock for a minute or so while I fingered her pussy and we kissed. Then she promptly turned around and pressed her butt into my groin. The 'snake' fully reared up, had nowhere to go so headed for the nearest cover...between her legs where it found a warm and wet welcome. By now my hands were on her hips. I caressed her tummy and just above that small triangle before rapidly moving my hands upward to cup her breasts. My palms snagged her nipples - they were as hard as nails. Mila gasped when I did that.

'Jetzt nimm mich jetzt', she said bending over. Even my rudimentary German could translate that - 'Now, take me now'. In the moment Mila reverted to her native tongue. She leaned forward placing her head, arms and elbows on the bed. naturally this had the effect of presenting her butt and pussy to me and the one eyed snake. Looking at that sight, and that site, I could see her lips were wide open and starting to drip. I slid inside her with no difficulty, although her pussy was nice and firm and gripped me nicely all round.

As, nearly always, I started slowly. I like to make sure a woman gets the most from lovemaking and from the sounds Mila was uttering and brief compliments, I was giving her what she wanted and I was getting what i needed. I held her hips for purchase. Her skin was silky and warm and getting warmer with our exertions. I knew when she wanted things to be a bit more vigorous as she started thrusting up against me.

I thrust harder and faster, against her clit as much as I could from that angle. I must have struck that or her G-spot because she came shortly afterward. Her buttocks suddenly clenching as she did and her body giving a lovely little shudder accompanied by beautiful moaning noises. I love that sound a woman makes when she has an orgasm, LL. Some moan, some utter similar noises and some scream. Either  way it has an effect on me bringing on renewed hardness.

Mila, collapsed forward onto her tummy and boobs as I withdrew, but we were far from finished. I was still locked and cocked, so to speak and as Mila turned over and lay on the bed she looked at my erection and said, in a husky, sex filled voice, ' Mehr bitte, mehr will ich mehr'. That voice did it for me. I looked down at her pert boobs, that little triangle of pubic hair and pushed her legs apart and climbed on the bed, between them.

No slow build up this time. We were 'banging' into each other for all we were worth and my hardness found renewed strength much to Mila's delight, expressed through moans, and then as we both came to a crescendo together she screamed out and her eyes rolled up.  I thought she was going to pass out, but she didn't. I pushed into her as I came, clenching my buttocks and feeling all I had depositing itself right inside her.

We lay there for almost two hours into early evening. Mila had curled up against me and nodded off. I didn't move, I couldn't easily as I had my arm around her. I closed my eyes for a while and caressed her boobs ever so lightly while she slept. Eventually she woke and we decided we needed to shower change and go out to eat.

The shower was a pleasure, the meal was good and the night was ...exciting. So was the morning. Just a day left in Berlin and some gorgeous memories to leave with, LL.

The garter...that was just a bit of fun.

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Modesty?

Could Modesty be her name, or her nature? Neither LL. Her name is Ashley...not my Ash though. A different one that I met in the past, in 2007, in California. Funny really because within a year I met my Ash.

This shot is outside her home near Carmel. I had been commissioned for this shoot by Ashley following a recommendation from friends in LA. It was part of a long stay in the State, so I was flexible enough to be able to fit in shoots that weren't in my diary. Single, although having been in a number of relationships, she had benefited from an inheritance from her father and lived in this lovely home where I took the above shot. 

Her home is approached by driving up to two smooth steel gates. I used the intercom and the gates opened for me (and yes, that is euphemism for something else). She greeted me out front in a beach wrap and a white bikini, part of which you see above and invited me into the house where she served up a couple of cold drinks.

After the usual pleasantries, we discussed what she was looking for from the shoot. That was settled fairly quickly, and I then set up, and sorted out, my gear - lenses, filters, lighting etc. I took several there and then just as she was, then some portraits. The contrast between her tan and her bikini was superb - I told her so. The light was good also and, using shadow, I think I captured some pretty darn good images. Ashley certainly appreciated them.

She checked them out with me clad in just that bikini you see above LL plus its top at that point. I have to admit that as we sat side by side - I was wearing shorts and a polo - it was hard not to glance at her frequently, especially when she leaned forward to view the laptop. Ashley had a classically beautiful face. Good cheek bones and strong, but quite feminine chin, nice lips and beautiful hazel colored eyes.

After viewing the first batch, which had taken around an hour and a bit, Ashley said 'I would like a few topless shots, would that bother you?' I said that it was fine and that I had photographed nudes before. I didn't say how many, of course LL. To be honest many of the woman that I ended up in bed with weren't always seen as women I would like to bed. In fact more often than not the boot was on the other foot - they made a play for me.

However in the case of Ashley, I have to admit I fancied, liked, desired her quite early on. The reasons were that she was a very attractive woman, she had beautiful eyes and a great smile, but most of all I just loved her personality and how easily we got on together.

The shots she wanted were taken. One of which appears above, LL. Then she suggested that as it was hot we should use the pool and forget photography. Sounded like an excellent idea to me so we both immersed ourselves in the pool. Ashley remained topless but kept her bikini bottom on and I, well I only had my boxers so they were kept on. We lounged in the shallow end of the pool. Ashely's boobs just breaking the surface - what a lovely sight. Then we swam for a bit. During our swimming Ashley swam right up to me and put her arms around my neck, pushing her breasts against my chest.

That was the cause of the effect. The effect that I began to have a rapid erection. Ashley's hand checked on it and said maybe we should go to the bedroom. We were both out of the pool quite quickly, drying off and then stripping off on the patio. She left her wet bikini bottom there, as I did with my boxers, as I followed her lovely ass inside and in to the bedroom.

We made love LL. In this case I am not going to describe it, but it was the best for a long time. Ashley obviously hid her light under a bushel, because I would never have known how good she was at extracting the juices she wanted inside her, from me, three times in just over two hours!

Looking back over these encounters and indeed some repeat visits, even to this day I am amazed how women, often a lot younger than me, wanted me to make love to them. I know for a fact that in some instances I came (good word!) with a recommendation from a previous recipient, but more often than not I didn't.

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The fact is that while you saw very little in me that would keep you (remember I was still recovering) others, after I had recovered, saw  me as a lot more desirable than you ever did. Admittedly, some just wanted to get laid, but yet others had real affection for me and loved my personality. Just a few fell in love with me and in one case I fell in love with her.

Ciao

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