Mutuality: 2020

For LL in the UK

Something old, something new LL. That is some that you have seen before and some you haven't. I have seen them all of course and quite a few when I was seeing you. Talking of seeing and 'C's', note the locations. I've extracted them from my database randomly, just for a change. It has however thrown up a few on your doorstep LL.

Carlisle 2004

You can see from this shot why I gave up on you, as fond as I was at the time. You destroyed that and with it any moral obligation I had toward you. As a consequence, I found other companions, other lovers and this woman was the first in your city. It was easy when you were working and I ensured I wasn't in your part of town. There was from one particular lady who was, but it isn't this one.

I'm not mentioning any names or where they reside, or resided, in or around the City so as to give them anonymity.

To be honest I felt a little 'guilty' meeting this lady, at the time, as I had in my bones and my life and history been faithful to my late wife and to you LL. It was a difficult barrier to cross, but then I thought about what you had been up to behind my back and then of course subsequently you carried on.

I met this lady after leaving you one Monday in April 2004. She had an ex partner in your city so she suggested we go to Keswick to get to know each other having chatted on line and over the phone. We had a lovely day. Lunch out, tea or in my case coffee in the afternoon and then I drove her back to her home later that day. I was prepared to book into one or other of the Premier Inns overnight, but that didn't arise because she invited me to stay.

She also invited me into her bed and that was it. We made love. She was slim, quite a bit taller than you LL and, to be frank, a lot sexier. She was also younger by a good ten years on your age then. After that first encounter with her, it became a lot easier to meet others LL. In fact a fair few contacted me which in away set the ball rolling.

Cheltenham 2006

I met Natalie as a result of visiting an old school friend and her husband, who I found on Friends Reunited. I was invited to stay with her and her husband for a weekend in Spring 2006 and it was during that time I met Nat.

I found I was talking to her more than my friends at various times and as a result we exchanged emails, following which we exchanged phone numbers. Our chats and calls reached a point where she wanted me to visit her in Shurdington. I did. We became intimate pretty quickly. About an hour and a bit after I arrived as I recall.

I can clearly remember laying in her bed on my back with her lovely breasts pressed against my chest and her saying that I must be 'tired' after my drive and that she would do the 'work'. She did. I was laying on the bed at that first encounter when I took this shot. The one above. Later in our 'relationship' I was allowed a lot of more explicit naked shots. I like to remember my women after all.

Natalie wasn't backward in coming forward either, or indeed coming. She moved forward having straddled me as I lay there. Seeing her naked body for the first time had already had the required effect on me and I was quite erect. I could feel her warm inner thighs against the sides of my torso as she shuffled nearer and near to my face until she pretty much blocked the light out and my mouth was in just the right position to dock with her moist pussy.

I licked and I stroked back and forth LL. While I was I moved my hands from her thighs to her butt and then upward to hold and squeeze her generous boobs. They weren't over large or small, just right for me. They were soft yet firm and they liked my attention, that I could tell from the response I got in that area. I heard the tradition mmm's and groans from Natalie and as I intensified my attention down there I felt her coming. I stroked and flicked her clit with my tongue faster and then she was there, well and truly.

She shuffled back a wee way and lowered her tits toward my face offering her nipples up to my mouth in turn. Hello she said in my ear nice to meet you...we both laughed. Then we got serious again LL. I looked down the length of my body as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection, watched her pussy’s lips part wider and wider the more she lowered herself onto me. Then up again watching those same lips almost closing. My erection was now glistening with her juices that had completely covered it.

She repeated the action slowly at first them quicker and quicker accompanied by cries of pleasure. For a short while I had watched breasts bouncing around with her action, felt the way her butt was moving to and fro on me. All served to harden me even more. I took her boobs in hand and caressed them, not squeezing, not yet. She had established her rhythm by then LL and was flying back and forth on me whimpering now and then until in a sudden rush, no warning at all (to me) she cried out and came.

She stayed there impaled on me for a few moments then asked me if I had come. I told her no but I could easily if she roll over onto her back. She did. I made sure she was at the edge of her bed and she parted and rolled her legs way back alongside her torso. I entered her. I wanted to come. Everything up until then had been very pleasurable but I had a burning need to have my moment.

Nat was smiling up at me as I slipped inside her LL. I started slowly enough but in fairly short order I was like a rutting stag, giving it to her hard and fast. She writhed under me. Her breasts moving beautifully in time with my thrusts. Harder and harder I came down on her and her clit. The latter must have been at the edge of its ability to hold back. Then I came. I tensed my buttocks leg and thigh muscles and let it all pour into her. She gushed. I had triggered something I hadn’t expected. Indeed I hadn’t expected her to come again at all, let alone have a female ejaculation.

That was our first time that weekend., but not our last.

Clermont-Ferrand 2009

One of my trips, one of my clients and a lady who preferred an older man Once Antoinette had a taste of me she wanted more. That sounds immodest, but it what she said. She wanted to return to the 'fountain', as she put it. I like being creamed was another of her naughty remarks.

This rather elegant (not so while having sex) lady is one I met in Paris but this is her house near Clermont- Ferrand. I know a number of people there, having built up a fair following over the years LL.

The house is fairly large and utterly private. We had sat out on the afternoon of the photo sipping wine and few nibbles. Then we went inside but didn't get that far Antoinette had been wearing a cotton dress shortly before this photo. We had entered the house and as we often did hugged and kissed each other. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her groin thrust against mine...hard. Then she started grinding against my cock and we were ready for a little pleasure. She was a very tactile woman liked her hands on a man, usually all over.

This time they were under my shirt caressing my chest, which was very nice. My hands were on her waist but with a butt like hers I couldn't resist letting my hands drift down over her buttocks and give her a squeeze. It was apparent, when I did that LL, that something was missing. She asked me to unzip her. This wasn't unusual with Antoinette we went through what amounted to a little charade each time she was horny and not in the bedroom.

I unzipped her as she stood with her back to me. She played a little coy, part of the game, and held her dress to her body even though it was open all the way down to the top of her buttocks. I undid her bra - the black one she is wearing above. Then she let all of it fall to the floor. Dress and bra and stepped naked from the clothes around her feet. The 'something missing' was, of course, her panties. At home this home and the Paris one she often dispensed with them.

I had, by now LL, joined her in the nudity stakes. We had been enjoying the sun outside until it started raining, so had just been in shorts and a light shirt. Didn't take much to lose them. What else would you do on a rainy day mid afternoon LL. My hands were on her buttocks again but this time skin to skin. Her breasts were very nice, firm, upturned and almost conical in shape, lovely to handle and I handled them lots over the years until I met Ash.

At that moment in time with my hands on her arse, her breasts were against chest. Her hand had swooped low and guided my erection between her legs. Her pussy's lips settled either side of it and she was moving back and forth along me. Her arms back around my neck. She was like a train on the rails (albeit one rigid one) with her movement. Starting slowly then getting up a head of steam until she was going like the proverbial steam engine.

While this rather pleasant experience was taking place I had my hands full literally with her boobs. The faster she went the more I squeezed them. Juices were flowing and I am sure I was weeping a little semen as well. We retired to the couch, which was situated to Antionette's right and behind her and me holding the camera in the photo above.

After all that rail work she was close to coming when she lay back on the couch. I mounted her slipped in after negotiating the entrance to her heaven and we were away, or at least I was. I thrust her explored her inside with the only 'tool' suitable and as I thrust it all happened for her. It was very soon after she had lain back spread and lifted her legs high and wide. As she came I looked down at her juices, her cum, flowing out between my erection and her pussy. Alongside that were her contractions. Gripping tight against me then released then gripping again until it was over....for her. I continued to thrust into her LL, or if you like give her a good fucking.

She just lay there under me LL, taking all I was giving her and I was penetrating fully with each slippery thrust. Antoinette was a little exhausted from her orgasm but she slowly recovered as I enjoyed myself thrusting away and squeezing her breasts. It didn't surprise me that she moaned whimpered and, toward the end, cry out in French. She was a horny lady and had this ability to have multiple orgasms. Sure enough she started to come again. Her cries of pleasure ecstasy whatever being a spur to me. Making me harder. In fact just before I came I felt myself go rigid inside her then spurt forth. About two seconds later she came as well....Ohh, ohhhh, ohhhh!! They were her words right at that point if you can call them words and not utterances of pleasure.

Costessey, Norwich 2004

Unknown to you I was renovating a four bed house in this part of Norwich, or rather my builders were. We were also adding a garage, part of which you can see above.

I am sure you must have realised that not all the women I met/dated after you revealed your deceit, albeit inadvertently and under the influence, were twenty years younger. So it was I found myself on a date that May in Norwich with the woman above. We met on neutral ground of course, that was almost always the case on first meetings. The neutral ground was a cosy pub on Yarmouth Road. Her name was Susan and her dress sense had something of the Hippy about it. My first thought was strange woman, beads rings and bangles and all.

But, you can't judge a book by its cover so I gave her the benefit of he doubt. Susan was in her late forties rather like you LL. We had a drink and shared a bar snack as we spent the evening talking. Then it was time for us to depart. I was happy to say something like it was nice meeting you, but before I could she stepped forward and kissed me and not just a peck, but a full on wet kiss.

We met again. I was busy so it had to be at the Costessey property one evening that June...a warm evening that turned out to be quite a hot one! Susan’s hippy tendencies came to the fore when she met me there. Once again she was wearing a flowing cotton dress, quite long in fact, like a throw back to the sixties. My first thought was, what was I doing encouraging this woman. She wasn’t my type at all (as it turned out LL, neither were you).

To give things a little perspective. The house, plaster electrics had all been stripped back. When I was there that evening I was checking on progress on the first fix. That is re-plastering and rewiring. There were no window coverings of course, no curtains or blinds. We ended up in the Gagarin after I had shown Susan around. The garage could be accessed by the main garage door or via a fire door from the house. Part of it contained some of the builder’s gear. At the time I wasn’t sure why Susan wanted to see it but I soon found out.

There were no windows in the garage just a single light bulb. Susan stepped into the garage ahead of me. I was about to say there’s nothing to see here really when she turned around and kissed me. Her hands wandering over my torso then my backside LL. Then she stepped back, shrugged that awful dress off her shoulders. It fell straight to the ground. She was standing there in bra and panties. Obviously, by now I was more than aware why we were there. She took her bra off and her panties. Said I could take her photo. I had my Nikon with me along with it’s attachable flash. I did.

Susan had quite an acceptable figure and she posed for the camera in a number of ways including some quite intimate ones, all of which had me aroused LL. I took her in my arms after removing my polo shirt. Rather nice boobs spread across my chest. Her hand went lower taking me in hand as my hand aroused her already wet pussy further. In fact I rubbed her clit so much she came while in my arms. Despite not being my type, at this stage of the game I wanted her.

My trousers and underwear were down but not off. I placed some foam from the builder's stuff behind Susan's back and she leaned her shoulders on it. Her groin was thrust forward, her pussy wet and open along with her legs. I entered her and we had sex against that garage wall. I was holding both her boobs and thrusting, Susan had her hands pressed back against the wall. We thrust and fucked for some time in that position until finally she started to come. Then some of the usual utterances passed her lips. e.g. Yes, yes, oh yes and Oh my God.

Then she hugged me pushing herself off the wall and putting her arms around my neck, telling me how nice that had been. She had made the running up to then. I had been only a partially willing participant. As I hadn't come I told her to turn around and lean against the wall. She did. Arms stretched forward, hands on the blockwork, legs apart and back arched. I entered her again LL and was fast with my thrusting from the outset. I wrapped my arms around her then started on her breasts again. Fondling, squeezing cupping and pinching her nipples occasionally.

It didn't take a lot for her to come again by which time my cock had expanded even further to fill her. Just before she did she told me to garb her hair and pull her head back I did and boy did she come then. She made a lot more nosie that second time, a lot more. I was still up and running but I felt my climax arriving rapidly and almost before I knew it it had raced up my erection and spurted out inside her.

We cleaned up as best we could and dressed. I took her for a drink after that. The drink had been the only thing on my agenda that evening until she stripped off. Susan was no fool, she knew I wasn't really interested in her to the extent a relationship my follow so we agreed that we would see each other for sex and the occasional dinner only. Apparently, according to Susan I was rated one of the best lovers she had experienced LL. Your loss, others gain.

Canterbury 2005

In the summer of 2005 I spent a fair bit of time meeting lots of other women LL and staying away from you. You had cheated and failed to commit. I am sure the first had something to do with the second in some obscure way. Perhaps you couldn't trust yourself and your urges. Who knows and now who the hell cares. I know I don't, but I like to remind you who was making the running and who had already landed on his feet when I met you, let alone since.

One of my dates in Canterbury was Sarah above. To be precise or vague, take your pick LL. She lived in a village just outside the City. We had chatted online and I had visited her before, several time, in 2004. I told her that my home town was Canterbury and I was considering moving back after many years. That was true.

I liked Sarah lots and she equally liked me. At that time she was in her early forties and divorced with no children, mainly because she had a high powered career. All had started very well in 2004 LL. I visited and the first two times I stayed with my sister who also lives just outside Canterbury. Then subsequent visits, including one around Christmas 2004, were at her home. We had been making love regularly when I took the shot above in March 2005. Sarah likes, or liked, it because I caught her in thoughtful pose.

I can recall the shot clearly, because earlier we had been in her bed almost as soon as I arrived that Tuesday morning. Sarah was good in bed, very good. She was far from submissive either. That morning, which of course I have in my notes, was a case in point LL. I had hardly arrived before she welcomed me in her dressing gown, by unbuttoning my shirt and trousers belt. As you can see, she was slim and shapely - fit as well, which she had proved on a number of occasions. It took her less than five minutes that morning to have me stripped down to my underwear, which incidentally she didn't criticise as you did.

Then taking me by the hand we stood in her bedroom and kissed and kissed. I loved kissing her - she was so sensual when she kissed me. While that pleasant interlude was taking pace I felt her hands slip my underpants down, so taking my cue I undid the belt on her gown. I knew she was naked beneath it. She always was. Her hands were on my buttocks by then, pushing my pants down. Mine were on hers squeezing.

Sarah was ‘hungry’ LL as she nearly always was when I arrived at her place. I was used to it and I definitely looked forward to it! I was by then naked and I brought my hands up from her ass and removed her gown. She was gorgeous clothed. Nude she looked fantastic. I was pushed down on to the bed gently and then she sat astride me, facing away. She leaned down to suck me and I returned the pleasure by licking/‘eating’ here pussy. She had me erect and I had her on her way quite quickly.

Lots of mm’s and ‘just there’s’, followed by oh, oh ohhhhh’s. I kept going. She was no loner sucking on me. I had teased her pussy wide open, to help her along I inserted my finger and for my efforts I was rewarded with her reaching her orgasm and my hand coming away quite wet. Sarah turned around a few movements later and lowered herself onto my erection. I said she was fit.

Despite having only come moments before she was riding me slowly at first and then faster and faster. I hate to think how sensitive her clit must have been. Pretty sensitive as she came again only minutes after her first coming LL. She rolled off and I then took over and mounted her. Having regard to the fact she had come twice, that her clitoris had been through a fair bit in a matter of half an hour or so I took things slow and easy. Her initial rush of passion, horniness whatever, dissipated for now. However, I had my need to an so after a while I had to up the pace to bring myself to a climax. I stopped fondling her lovely breasts and started to squeeze them, as I bore down harder and faster. She tossed her head back her her flailing around as she cried out and came again just as I did.

That was one very satisfying morning among many others, with many others LL. Sarah and I showered and then went out for the day. On the Friday I was driving up to see you after returning home Thursday evening from Sarah's. Luckily for me Sarah travelled a lot on business so my side trips to ladies on my way to you and back fitted in nicely...literally.

Cheltenham 2005

I think you are aware I have a close friend in Bristol called Trish, LL. I started seeing her in 2006 after you had gone your rather sad and mundane way.

However before Trish was Kate and it is Kate who is in the shot above. I met Kate via the Internet, as I did Trish, in fact. Kate also lived in Bristol. In the summer of 2005 I found a gap to have a few days away with Kate. We stayed in Cheltenham in this rather old but grand hotel. From there we visited the Cotswolds. Places like Broadway, Stow-in-the-Wold, Bourton-on-the-Water. We had a delightful few days. Not least because we made love each and every night and most mornings.

The shot above was taken the afternoon we arrived in the hotel. We hadn't even unpacked before we were at it and I was between Kate's legs. She could 'give' as good as she got and those strong legs of hers were certainly put to good use wrapped around my waist holding me inside her after she had come. The shot above was an invitation that I didn't refuse, entering her from behind while she gripped that dresser.

I guess you can glimpse her breast in the photo so you can see I had something nice and of a good size to hold onto. The dresser didn't move but we did...a lot. I have to give Kate a nine she was so good even when I mounted her she would thrust upward to meet me. Her lovemaking was always active never passive.

Carlisle 2004

Now to your home town LL. Not quite on your doorstep, but no more than a few miles away I enjoyed a relationship with this divorced lady. It lasted as long as you did and a little bit beyond into 2006, just before I met Carole.

I’m going to call her Becky, but that isn’t her name at all LL .She lived in a large house and was in the throes of an extended divorce. They were both wealthy, Becky and her ex-husband, so there was a lot of toing and froing over the split of assets. Becky and I found each other on another website on the internet. Not the one you and I used. She knew I cam to the City and that I had a friend there. That friend was you, but Becky never knew what kind of 'friend' you were and do be frank she didn't care. Like a lot of divorced women she was missing sex and that was where I stepped in, although not immediately.

We seemed to get along pretty well via emails and phone calls. Becky was intelligent and worldly and I found we had a lot in common in our travels and likes. It seemed natural therefore to meet up, given what you were up to behind my back LL, so we did. That continued as frequently as we could both manage right into mid 2006, as I said earlier.

I met 'Becky' on a Tuesday having spent Monday night in Penrith, after leaving you. I took her out to dinner and she took me to bed LL. The very one you see in her house in the photo. There wasn't much I could teach her, although she had been starved of a natural orgasm for some time. She also loved having her photo taken, first of all just nude or semi nude and then later...well I am sure you can imagine LL. I used to take my tripod and set up the odd video shots for our delectation afterwards. Did you never think to look in the trunk of my car? Of course not I steered you clear generally as I often had another bag in there for clothes for the week.

I am sure you can figure from the shot above that 'Becky' was possessed of a pretty good figure. She liked her temple to be worshipped lots. In particular, she liked what I inserted inside her and the usual three orgasms she had each time we made love. I have faced that lovely butt of hers possibly more times than I gazed upon you, given that I could be at her place by Monday afternoon and there for a day or two. Sometimes I left one of my lovers in Keswick or Penrith and made love to Becky on a Friday morning, occasionally just making it to the multi storey to meet you.

Becky was one of those women who nearly passed out when she came. Her eyes would roll in her head, her mouth wide open and her head thrown back. It was her that told me that the French call it La Petite Mort or the little death. That moment when a woman loses consciousness momentarily, post orgasm.

We had a lot of fun over that period we were together. She came down to London a few times, went to the theater, afternoon tea at the Ritz or Savoy (I prefer the Savoy) and the inevitable sex. With Becky it was always the best.

Concord, New Hampshire 2008

My first winter in New Hampshire LL. Although I bought my old home near Concord in 2006, I spent that winter in Florida.

In a way I was glad I did spend part of winter 2007/2008 there as that is when I met Faith who you have seen before, although perhaps not from this angle. She lives in a nice old place in town and she's still single and still available. As I am to a large extent, although I do have a large family now and a lot (and I mean a lot) of friends to keep me more than occupied.

Faith and I go back a long way now, longer than you ever lasted LL. You couldn't or rather wouldn't stay the course. Now you know you should have done, but I am very glad you didn't. Faith and I met in Concord when I first moved in. New Hampshirites (or Granite Staters) are pretty tough folk due in no small part to the winters. When I told faith I was half Scots she said I'd fit in just fine. She was right. It is now my favorite home in the US. A place I can escape to with acres and acres of my own land and forest.

Add to that the fact I am closer to Boston and New York and I find I have the ideal place. I also have faith (and a few others) for companionship and to meet my needs and theirs. I took this shot of Faith in her bedroom one morning - she was looking out to see how much snow had fallen. Then we went back to bed and pulled the drapes.

Caister, Norfolk 2005

You probably don’t know where Caister is, but it is a little to the north of Great Yarmouth, Norfolk.

To some extent I had to leave my ladies in the north for various periods that year LL, but having established my appetite with them during 2004 and the first quarter or so of 2005, I had to fill the gap ...or someone's gap. In this case it was Jenny. She lived in Caister but the photograph above was taken elsewhere for specific reasons, not least of which was that she was married.

On this particular occasion we ended up in a hall - not in Caister. It was all about sex LL and again on this occasion about her being horny and wanting what she called a quickie on the phone. We met half way, somewhere outside Norwich. She had a key to the hall. I met her a little way away. No point in advertising the fact we were meeting there. Jenny went ahead and unlocked. I followed a short while after but from a different direction.

When I got inside that July morning she was naked. As always I had my camera and she liked me taking photos of her as long as I sent her copies. I stripped off and we started caressing each other. She was all over me straight away. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy and she straight away started pumping me .....up. That didn't take long. She had a shapely figure, nice boobs and a nice arse.

Jenny stood with her legs slightly apart as I rubbed her pussy and clit right up until she was almost there, then I slipped inside her as she leaned against one of the walls...not the one above. By thrusting her hips forward and placing her hands against the wall we got the angle just right and we were away. I wanted her as much as she wanted me so we were at it pretty vigorously from the word go.

May hands were on her tits squeezing LL as I watched her face go from smiling to open mouthed to frown to shouts and finally eyes closed when she came. Pretty much just after she came I turned her around and she allowed me in from behind. I fucked her hard again and brought myself to a climax along with a second one for Jenny.

We did that quite often. Met up somewhere, often outdoors in the country to have sex and then go our separate ways. If truth be known I would have liked to see her more often, but her being married didn't make that easy. Her affair with me lasted just over a year, during which time she told me I gave her more satisfaction than her husband ever knew how to.

I haven't said where I met Jenny. It was in my banking days when she worked in my office.

Carlisle 2006

As you are possibly aware I didn't totally desert you city when I let you go. It was not for the reason you may think. That is to come back and see you. No, it was more to do with women I knew in Keswick, Penrith, to the east of you and also one to the north, over the border. Then there were several women in Carlisle, including 'Becky' who features earlier.

This rather shapely lass was Lynn and she lived quite close by to where you lived. So much so that I had to hide my car away behind her property so you wouldn't see it. That was because we first started seeing each other in early 2005. During that time before 2006 we were either at her place or at an hotel in Keswick where I was, for want of a better word, a regular.

That is exactly where this shot was taken in that hotel bedroom. It worked fine for her as she had a partner. It worked fine for me too as there was you in the background LL. When I started staying at Lynn's home her partner had gone on his way, rather like you - thank God!

When it came down to the sex we had, it was varied in both position and in location, but all of it was good. At that time you were the only women who wanted me to withdraw early. In fact you are the only woman who has ever wanted that.

We actually had sex in the Lake District National Park a couple of times. However, Lynn's preference was for bedroom or house bound athletics. One of her favourite positions was on my lap with me sitting in her armchair. Then she would lower herself nice and slowly onto my erection which had been preceded by some attention from her hand. To achieve that she would stand between my legs allowing me to also warm her up LL. My fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit and my other hand on her breasts.

She had a lovely arse to grab when she was finally on me . Up and down she would go, faster and faster. Her boobs bouncing every which way, inches from my face. One of her hands on the arm of the chair the other usually on my chest or shoulder. When she slowed I would get to suck her boobs, but Lynn and going slow were not two things that were familiar to each other. Then she would come, a lady with plenty of juices she was always slick down there once aroused.

I rarely allowed myself to come that first time. Often we would reverse positions, in both senses of the word, the second time. Lynn would climb off me after a little kissing while I remained inside her. Then she would place both her hands on the arms of that armchair, which has seen more than a little action, her butt in the air., her back arched. Then in I would go. Having already penetrated her or rather she enveloped me, I wasn't any more ready to hold back than she was. I nearly always went for it fast.

Lyn would flick her hair onto her back and as I fucked her, she liked me to grab her hair and pull her head back. Particularly when she was getting close. With one hand on her hip and the other on her breast squeezing we would invariably come together LL. Very satisfying, unlike my experiences with you.

You have no idea how much I looked forward to going to the other women where I was free to ejaculate in the most natural way...inside them...mostly.

Lynn was quite a sexual woman. That is she liked sex a lot and knew her body was attractive plus whenever we had sex she entered into it wholeheartedly. She liked to try different things to give her a heightened experience and I like to do the same. I would go along with her suggestions and she with mine. We gained a lot of satisfaction through our joint efforts LL.

I remember once she sat on my tummy on the bed. I was half sitting up, propped up with about three pillows. She was facing away from me and both of us were, naturally, naked. Lynn worked my erection while my hand found her pussy. Pumping and rubbing until we were both ready, Lyn then slid onto my cock and I plunged into her. Her arms were back holding her up a little while my hands had both her boobs tightly in my grasp. We made love with Lynn coming first. I rolled her off when she had finished and then mounted her to give her a more leisurely fuck LL. Always slower the second time to give a women time o recover from the first and then become fully ready again.

Outdoors in the national park was relatively easy. We would park up maybe walk a half mile or so off road and then have sex. Usually on a blanket on leaves or whatever, but sometime I took Lynn from behind while she leaned against a tree or, more often, a rock.

All of this, apart from outdoors, and more took place not more than a mile and a half from where you lived.

Cork Ireland 2007

Her name was/is Róisín. She worked in the hotel I stayed at in Cork on one of my trips. I was there partly on business partly for a couple of photo commissions. She was a very friendly receptionist who live in at the hotel. I found out how friendly on my second night there LL.

Around 10.00 pm I was sitting up in bed reading having eaten in the hotel earlier, had a walk and returned to watch some TV. Tap, tap, was what I heard just after ten. I was naked so I grabbed the hotel bathrobe and answered the door. There was Róisín. Not a word was said she just slipped past me into te room. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, her uniform as such, she turned around and asked if I liked her. Her smile was pretty much as it is in the photo taken on the third day. Her eyes were taking on a sexy come hither look.

What could I say LL, so I said yes, I liked her. At that point LL, she unbuttoned her blouse and took it right off. Her bra gave her a fair amount of uplift and my eyes were drawn, quite naturally to the swell of her breasts. Then she swivelled her skirt around unzipped it and let it drop to the floor. I was ready to embrace her and kiss but her stripping continued. She shed her panties first my eyes moving from her breasts downwards.

Róisín then walked toward me a mere three steps, turned around and asked me to undo her bra, I had shed my robe by now and was standing proud in anticipation. I remember and have noted, that she then pressed her nice tight butt against me as she let her bra slide down her arms. My hands were soon relatively full with her boobs and my cock between her legs. She was wet LL.

One thing I remember thinking was how pale her skin was. It makes me think now of the Japanese ladies that made them selves available. They had pale almost porcelain skins

We didn't know each other from Adam (or Eve!) but we both knew what we wanted - each other. My sexual drive is high and it seemed on that evening so was hers. I have come across a lot of ladies in my travels staying in hotels that just wanted to get layed. Staff and customers - Róisín was one of them, one of many in fact. I even came across them when I was seeing you and stopped off in Newcastle, Leeds, Harrogate etc. You could say they dropped into my lap, literally on occasions.

Róisín didn't want my lap. After fondling her breasts and she rubbing herself to and fro on my erections he lay back on the bed legs apart and we had sex in the traditional manner. I mounted her and we fucked. She was quite urgent in her need. She thrust up as much as I thrust into her. That is until she came, which followed quite quickly after I had entered her.

We weren't finished. In fact I had barely started when she came so we reversed positions and she rode me all the way to another orgasm. Again she was a quick cum-er. Another orgasm manifested itself. I wanted to come so I stood turned her over and gave her it from behind. It was surprising how quickly she acceded to what I wanted. In I went, for a third time and I banged her pretty hard and pretty fast.

I was a little concerned when I saw her face all screwed up when I was hitting her hard, but then she asked me to spank her. I did hard, leaving a red mark on her right buttock. She came. I continued and then I was there. I felt the rush and then the ejaculation. It was lovely LL. All those women and this Irish lass gave me a feeling that I have had few times, although all the others were very pleasurable. Whether it was the way she cramped against me or what but that coming was one of the best.

She didn't appear the following evening having left soon after our congress, but the fourth evening she was back for more. I haven't seen her since

Corbridge, Near Hexham 2005

Only the second woman I had, that sported two discreet tattoos. The first was you LL. That dolphin, of which I still have a photo.

Sharon was this woman's name. We saw each other twice only in early 2005, which was fine as I thought she wasn't my type, come to that and on reflection, neither were you LL. In a way I think Sharon and I got off on the wrong foot. She was late when we first met. It was raining hard she was soaked and in a pretty foul mood. Her make up was not in a good state either. For a first meeting that February it didn't auger well. We cut our meeting short. Sharon settled for a drink and then she went within an hour, home to Corbridge.

I hit the road - the A1 - and stopped over at another ladies that night in Harrogate. The following day after I had returned home - Tuesday February 8 - Sharon called me and apologised for her foul mood and we agreed to try again. That suited me well. She was quite attractive, younger than you by a fair bit LL and taller. We fixed another 'date'.

Second time around was a lot better. I left you on the Monday morning, Visited a lady I know in Keswick in the morning and then when she went to work at lunchtime I made my way over to Sharon's. This time I was invited to her home. From there we went into Newcastle and enjoyed a late lunch at a very nice restaurant. Excellent food, as I recall. It satisfied one of my appetites for a while.

The other came (appropriate word) later. We went back to Corbridge after the meal. I remember it was getting dark and on that evening a bit icy on the road. We spent part of the evening talking and drinking the red wine I had picked up at Booths in Keswick. We watched some TV, but neither of us were really that interested. Sharon was separated. Her husband worked away but I gathered he was the jealous sort so our future meets at her home were sporadic, but our meets weren't.

Where there's a will, and there was a will, there was a way. That way was me staying in an hotel. Later Sharon came back to Norfolk with me sometimes and much later in 2006, the year we called it quits, she stayed at my London apartment a couple of times. That parting was very amicable and due entirely to geography rather than anything else.

That evening with it being cold outside, cosy inside and wine coursing through our veins we were both ready for some fun in bed. Sharon had been a little 'starved' as she put it. I put that right.

We went upstairs. My gear was in her spare room. The other bag of clothes I kept in my trunk LL. Sharon went to her small en-suite, I went to the bathroom. I reappeared in boxers, yes I did wear them, and she reappeared in a gown and nothing else. How did I know that at the time? The gown wasn't done up. That was when I spotted her second tattoo, strategically placed just above her pussy on her lower tummy. She took the gown off I took my boxers off.

Sharon has gorgeous breasts. They are lovely and were lovely that first time I held them both in my hands and sucked on her nipples as we stood in her bedroom. She liked my sucking and so did her nipples which responded by coming to attention. Then it was a case of Hands. In my case one on her breast and one rubbing her damp pussy. In her case her hand was grasping my erection and massaging me into a fully locked and cocked position.

We were kissing and then Sharon was on her back sideways across her bed legs wide open and held high and apart. She just said, breathlessly for me to take her LL. I took her left leg and propped it on my right shoulder, then wrapped my arm around it holding her long slim leg in place. Her right leg was on the bed. I was standing. Sharon had my cock in her hand rubbing it to and fro across her pussy. Then she guided me in LL. I was able to do so very nicely after negotiating her ‘entrance’. Sharon and I both wanted each other urgently, so with her in the position she was she wanted me to give it to her hard and fast, which I did LL.

Those lovely breasts of hers were bouncing around beautifully as I kept thrusting into her. I was coming down pretty firmly on her clit as I thrust. She was moaning her hair splayed across the sheet and her face a picture of a woman who was enjoying sex that she hadn’t had for some time. At the pace we were fucking it didn’t take long for either of us to come. Sharon first followed fair rapidly by me. We both collapsed on the bed together, Then we curled up put the bedside light out and cuddled together, before falling asleep.

Sex and wine combined to allow us to drift off beautifully. Two relative strangers locked in each other’s arms LL.

The next morning I woke to find her spooning tight against me along with the fact I had an early morning hard on. Sharon woke felt my erection and allowed it between her legs. She slipped to and fro on it and then decided she didn’t want to waste it.

She climbed on me, lowered her wet pussy onto my tip and allowed herself to slowly lower onto my erection all the way until she had completely ‘swallowed’ me up inside her. Then she was riding up and down on me like fury. I had her boobs in may hands, just about. they were a fair size after all and lovely. As she slowed a couple of times I seized the opportunity to suck each breast in turn. Then she would be back at full tilt. That is until the oh, oh, ohhs started followed by her coming....all over me.

She climbed off me. I looked down at my erection. It was completely wet with her juices and still hard. Sharon had just about regained her breath when we agreed that I would take her from behind. She kneeled on the bed like a dog, Her pussy wet and swollen raised upward in my direction. I was standing. We lined up and I entered her. Sharon started moaning and whimpering from the start. Admittedly, I was thrusting pretty hard LL. She turned her head to watch me. Her face was flushed, a frown creased her forehead and she kept screwing her eyes up as I screwed her.

I was surprised that I didn’t come quicker than I eventually did given the noises Sharon was making. I have always found a woman’s moans shout whatever a spur that has heightened the experience for me. Eventually, I felt myself go really rigid inside her. She said something like ‘My God!’ And then she came with a series of yes, yes, ohh yes’s. That was it. Right after that I delivered a great shirt inside her.

After showers and breakfast. Sharon had to head to work. Conversation centred around the sex we had had. She thought my lovemaking was the best and that my cock was so thick that it had touched her inside where she hadn’t’ the felt such a sensation before.

I headed south as Sharon left for work. Two days later in the mail I received a key to her home. From there we continued to see each other until all my travelling in 2006 onward and the distance got in the way. She did divorce in the end.

Costessey, Near Norwich 2005/6/7

Back in my garage at the house I was having renovated in Norwich LL. This time a different lady. I had left Susan behind by spring 2005 when this was taken. The house was nearly finished at this point but drapes were noticeable in their absence so was a lot of furniture. I had placed a few items in the house, mainly for want of something to sit on.

Rosie worked one of the solicitors I used in Cambridge LL. I used three in fact one for real estate in the UK, one for real estate overseas as necessary, and the third for people who owed me money or where I was in dispute with a party. The latter didn't happen often there were two early ones...and you were 50% of those two. They will be handling the case against you when I turn my mind to it. I know now that you can afford the 30K GBP owed to me.

Back to Rosie and I have seen her back and she has laid on her back. Her firm handled my wife's estate when she passed and I got to know Rosie quite well at that time. It was over two years later that she and I got together. The usual thing. We met in the City, merely by bumping into each other. She was on her lunch break and I had just left my real estate agent.

We lunched together. She asked how I was doing. I told her that I was keeping myself busy with property and that I was single. She brought the latter up, making a point of telling me she was without another half at the time. The time being August 2005 LL.I told her also about my fledgling entrance into photography. Rosie said I could take her photo if I wished, as practice were her words.

We agreed to meet up that Friday early evening. I would show the house I was having renovated and she would pose there for some photos. I rather like the early morning or evening light for its quality and the effect of shadows LL, so that suited me fine. Then we would go to a pub for a meal just off the A47 a few miles west of Costessey.

I picked Rosie up in town and we headed out to the house. It also gave me a chance to do an end of week check on progress. Rosie followed me around the house as I surveyed how far things had reached. Rosie posed for me in each room. She was wearing a summer dress and carrying a cardigan. I managed to get some half decent shots LL. Not as good as I get now but pretty decent. We ended up in the last place I needed to check out - the garage.

It was there that Rosie said she would take her dress off if I would like to photograph her in her undies. Why would I refuse an offer like that LL. I said for her to go ahead. I waited while she undid her dress and then placed it on one of two chairs I had in the garage. there were no undies as such but she was wearing a teddy. I looked at her under the strip lights in the garage and she said that she thought she would look better in the teddy than bra and panties. She was right there LL

She looked very sexy and that was, in no small part, down to the fact that it was fairly see-through. She posed. I was surprised at how good she was striking some quite professional poses. Up on her toes because that accentuated her legs and backside, head thrown back and the classic one hand on her hip. She posed on one of the chairs as above. It was fortunate that it was red LL. In fact that and two others had been left there by the previous owners. Then she slipped the straps of the teddy of her shoulders and posed sitting on the floor on one of the sheets the builders had left there.

As she got up after what was to be the final photo that evening, she asked me if I had had sex recently. I feigned being a little taken aback and then lied and said not for a while. That was totally untrue but I knew where this was heading so played the game. Rosie then asked if I would like to make love to her. In answer I started to unbuckle the belt on my chinos.

I didn't get to remove my polo shirt LL as Rosie had, by the time I was naked waist down. removed the teddy entirely and was completely naked. We both embraced. Her breasts spread across my chest. I recall two things about them - they were warm and her nipples were hard. I stoked her thighs her hips and her back as we kissed. The kissing was tentative at first but then graduated to full on passionate wet kisses and we were both aroused. Before I knew it her hand had reached down and steered my now erect cock between her legs.

She leaned back, her face less than a foot from mine and she started sliding to and fro on me with her hands locked around my neck. That rocking soon had her pussy open and I was plowing the groove, or rather her groove was sliding along my plough. I had my hands around her boobs squeezing and fondling. They were pretty good to handle I can tell you LL. Not large and droopy like yours but nice and firm and a perfect fit for my hands.

Rose was going faster and faster with her sliding and I felt she had her clit on its way to delivering. At that angle I couldn't enter but really wanted to urgently. Rosie knew and sat on the red chair above, draped her legs on the arms and by leaning over her I was able to plunge right inside her. A gasp a moan and we were then away. My thrusting moved the chair a bit, but not much. I lifted one hand and squeezed her tits in turn still thrusting at a fair pace. Rosie must have been half way there, because she came way before I was ready. All the usual noises emanated from her. Her head was back, she was breathless and for a moment her eyes rolled up in her head. That moment of temporary unconsciousness during an orgasm. La petite morts as the French say, although I was unaware of the phrase at that time.

Rosie had lifted her legs off the arms and her legs were almost together. She sat her eyes level with my still erect and very wet cock. I took her hand and she stood. She knew I wanted her still and so she turned around, placed her hands on each arm of the chair and opened her legs. She knew she needed to arch her back to facilitate my entry and did so. She had a lovely butt LL and nice tapering thighs. I entered her again and started slowly, but then Rosie said for me to be a little rough with her.

It seemed her appetite for me was well and truly set. As I thrust hard and fast into her she did her best in that position to thrust back against me. We were in unison I grabbed her breasts and was quite rough with them, squeezing very hard, pinching her had nipples as she stepped up her vocals to a new and louder level. Neither of us could keep that pace up for too long and Rosie hit her height again first. I felt it happening as I was thrusting and her shouts told me she had made it again. Then she withdrew from me turned grabbed my cock and took me the last part of my journey and I came all over her breasts, as she opened her mouth to catch some of my semen. It was all over her cleavage her breasts and her mouth. She swallowed it, licking her lips to gain all. That was incredibly sexy and she told me she had loved it.

It took us a while to clean up but thankfully the water was on in the house and Rosie had plenty of tissues. From her large hand bag she produced a bra and panties and we left to garb a late-ish meal at the pub.

Unlike you LL, it wasn't that Rosie didn't want me to come inside her, just that she loved the sight of me coming as a result of being aroused by her and the evidence of that being deposited on her and in her...mouth.

She slept with me that night at my place and the following morning I came...inside her to our mutual satisfaction LL. Despite my making all the 'noises' one would expect when you thought you had left me, I really didn't need you at all as you are now well aware.

Carlisle 2006

I can't give a real name here as you may well figure out who it is. Suffice to say she is of Italian origin which already narrows it down a little. Having said that she no longer lives in your city, so maybe it isn't such a give away. On that basis let's call her Francesca.

I first met her to speak to when I was waiting for you one Friday lunchtime in 2004. I had spoken to her briefly on my way to the men's room at a restaurant we frequented LL. She was coming out of the ladies. The passageway was narrow so we had to squeeze past each other. Up close and personal was the best description of the encounter. Her breast brushed against my chest. She smiled and then was gone, back into the restaurant.

That was it at that point. I returned to you at our table and thought nothing further of it.

I think it may have been a couple of months after that brush with fate that she stopped me outside the tourist office in the city. 'I remember you', she said. 'You are are that man who I met, up close in the restaurant'.

I was taken aback for a moment and then it dawned on me who it was. That set us off chatting and she asked whether I lived locally. I told her that I didn't, but that I visited frequently on business. She being quite forthright LL said maybe we could have dinner together. I was early so there was no hurry to meet you. I said yes. Maybe one weekday was my suggestion. You may have figured out from this narrative that the first encounter was before your revelation and the second after what you let slip in Florida.

After leaving you one Monday I drove down to Keswick, not on that occasion to see another woman but to check into a hotel I had booked the week before. I even texted you with the usual message that I had made it to Nottingham and then again when I was supposedly home. Francesca joined me that evening for dinner and set in train a relationship that was to span two countries.

After the meal she asked to come back to my room at the hotel where she promptly stripped down to her underwear LL. I found out a lot later that there's no holding back Italian women who are a clsoe second to French one...maybe that's a tie thinking about it. I didn't hesitate and joined her by stripping to mt underwear. No criticism of that like you did, although I switched to boxers after you left.

Her bra came off and I enjoyed watching her 'release' her breasts and fondling them as we kissed. Then it was a race to the bottom you could say. Off came her panties and my underpants. It was literally a race to each other's bottoms as it turned out. 'Francesca' pressed herself against me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing as I wrapped mine around her waist.

Then we both got to the bottom of things. Her hands gripped my buttocks and pulled me tight against her. I did the same with her bottom and that was a pleasure in itself. Time to go to bed LL and it was. we were both pretty aroused and she wanted me. Out went the main light and on came one bedside light. She told me she wanted to be able to see me as we made love.

And so it was LL. I caressed her as she lay on her back and me on myside facing her until the time came that she wanted me to mount her. 'Francesca' opened her legs to accommodate me and I buried my head between them, to murmurs of 'Oh, yes. Yes please, I love that! Yes, just there...oh God'. I licked the slick LL. She was oozing juices, sticky and warm. That male urge took over - I wanted to be inside her - but then my stroking hit her clit once more and that erect little appendage delivered. She came, panting crying out and then gradually subsiding. She took me in hand and guided me to her entrance and my male urge was about to be given its opportunity. I went in LL, giving her my full length slowly.

A quite leisurely fuck followed. I had no desire to come straight away so I played it to make sure I didn’t get myself there quickly or at all. I was enjoying the sensation of being inside her and from the noises ‘Francesca’ made, so was she. I kept going quite a long time in terms of lovemaking until the urgency started coming from ‘Francesca as she began to thrust up toward me faster and faster. I responded and thrust hard and fast. Really had up against her pubic bone and I guess her clit, because she came again.

I stayed inside her, still hard as a rock and holding onto what I had lurking deep inside me. Then I rolled off that lovely body of ‘Francesca’s’. As I lay by her side I watched her chest heaving as she regained her breath. That was another pleasure in itself. Watching her boobs rise and fall as she slowly came down from where she had been. We lay there for a short while just holding hands. Then she rolled over right on top of me, full length. Her breasts spread across my chest as she kissed me very tenderly LL. For me this was heaven.

Finally, ‘Francesca’ pushed herself up off my chest placed her legs either side of me and shuffled down my body until she could get her head down to my groin. I had started to wane a little , down there. When she placed her mouth over my tip, waning became waxing and she had me fully erect in moments. What really surprised me was how much of me she was able to take into her mouth, and indeed throat. She pumped away and I knew I was beginning to weep semen.

Then she stopped shuffled up a bit and then placed herself onto my erection. Pumping of a different kind happened then LL. She had placed her hands on my chest and was levering herself up and down really fast on my cock. Her fairly short hair was flying around like a whirling Dervish, her boobs bouncing up and down, until I took hold of them. Boy...where they hard and her nipples standing out like organ stops. There was no doubt where she was sexually, somewhere far from daily reality. She was moaning whimpering urging herself on so that she could come again. It was eluding her a little. I could see how much she was trying - up and down, up and down she went.

Finally she leaned back and sat upright on me, taking a small breather she started rocking to and fro with my entire length inside her. That had the effect of placing her clit in constant contact with my pubic bone and the result was that she came that third time LL. Your efforts with me paled in comparison.

I wanted to come so as 'Francesca' leaned forward again with her hands either side of me, I sucked her breasts and nipples and given she was now slight raised I thrust up into her again and again until I finally came. She enjoyed that she said later that feeling of me swelling up inside her at the end and then letting it all out...or rather in.

She became my favorite on my various visits up and down the country when ostensibly making the trip to visit you LL. The other thing was that there was never 'too much' sex for her. She had one hell of an appetite. We carried on like that right through 2004, 2005 and 2006 when it could be arranged. In the ealy summer of 2006 I made my trip back to Sorrento to look at a property or two. When I returned, Francesca told me she was moving to Italy, Naples to be exact. I told her about Sorrento and so we became lovers again in Italy. 2007 came and went. 'Francesca' came...a lot and then finally we parted when I met Ash.

Chester-le-Street, County Durham 2004

I have no doubt you wouldn't be surprised now if I told you the lady above, was someone I met in an hotel.

I was due to meet a 'new' date in Newcastle and for a change thought I might take a look at Chester-le-Street. I had some memory of it from when I was at Durham University Business School way back in the eighties LL. I booked in and arrived one Monday afternoon after leaving your place, taking the A69 instead of my usual A66.

I was early, so I went for a bit of a walk and then found somewhere for coffee. With my usual newspaper to hand I spent a pleasant hour or so over two coffees reading my paper and watching the world go by. Then another walk and find somewhere for lunch. I ended up in a pub LL. Good food and a pint of good ale as well. I went back to my car and drove the short distance to the hotel which if my memory serves me, was to the east just in the country.

I drove up to what I remember as a castle like building, parked up, took my bag and went to check in. As I did there was a younger lady with a case and a laptop and her handbag, struggling through the gravel drive and looking ahead was going to be faced with several steps before she got inside. Being a gent, I offered to help and took the case for her. She thanked me and I introduced myself as she did in return.

Her name was Janice and she was staying over a couple of nights on some business trip. When we compared notes while waiting to check in it seemed we had both tried Newcastle but were unable to get rooms in a half decent hotel. It was all down to some event in the City that I have now forgotten. I let her go ahead of me at check in and noted her room number, just in case. You never know LL...

Seems she did the same thing because a half hour after I had been in my room there was a tap on my door. I remember it had started raining hard outside. Thinking it might be something to do with my checking in, I went to answer it. It was Janice. She said that she hoped I didn't mind her asking but as the weather was awful and there were few people in the hotel that perhaps we could have dinner together in the hotel. Janice was quite attractive LL, so I said yes and we fixed a time.

With the rain looking set for the rest of that afternoon. I spent part of the next hour reading and thinking ahead to the lady I was meeting on Tuesday. Then there was another knock on my door. I had no thoughts as to who it might be, although I guess I was thinking hotel staff of some description, but it was Janice again.

One of the things I re-learned back then was that women on their own in hotels can be quite promiscuous. Janice was going to turn out to be a case in point LL. She asked if she could come in. I stood back and she passed me, passed the bathroom and wardrobe, right into the bedroom area. Then she sat on my bed, not the chair that I had been using. she crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that this pose served to push her breasts out. I sat on the chair waiting for her to speak.

Jan told me she didn’t have any work until ten the following morning and in view of the weather outside - it was still chucking it down LL - she thought it would be nice to get to know each other before we had dinner together. That was set at seven. It was just after two in the afternoon so there was pretty much five hours to kill. Sitting there in that pose she told me a little about herself. She lived just south of Nottingham and was single and spent a lot of her working week on the road in her sales role. I told her that I was single and ran my own business. She asked what I was doing in the hotel. I told her I was off to look at an opportunity on that Tuesday. Not a lie, but not quite the full truth LL.

From where I was sitting I could see she had a pretty good figure and decided to get up and go and sit next to her on the bed. I put my hand down, she sat up put her hand down beside mine. Then put it on mine and held my hand. That was the trigger. If I’m honest both of us knew why she was there and it just needed a simple move like that to set the ball rolling.

We turned toward each other and kissed and kissed and kissed. then her hands were scrabbling with my shirt buttons as I took her sweater off, up and over her head. My shirt was off and her sweater in fairly rapid order. Then her hands were all over my chest and back and my hands....well my hands were on her breasts LL even though they were still encased in her bra. I was aroused there was no doubt abut that and Jan's hand discovered that when she put her hand on my crotch. We both stood. I removed my trouser and stood there in my boxers with my interest in her now more than evident.

Jan slipped her skirt off and climbed on the bed on all fours, which is when I took the shot above. Jan had generous boobs and she knelt up o the bed undoing her bra, which she flung on the floor thus releasing her beautiful tits. I didn't need any tempting but Jan took her breasts in her hands and lifted them toward her mouth her tongue out trying to lick herself. I suggested that it might be better if I did that and she agreed. She lay down on the bed. I removed my boxers, reached forward and pulled her panties off. The crutch was damp, I noticed. The promise of things to come.

Jan opened her legs and I leaned over her lowering my mouth onto each of her boobs in turn, licking and sucking. While I was doing that, she had taken my cock in her hand and was using it on her pussy and clit. The afternoon had become a lot less boring for both of us LL. She continued rubbing herself until I watched her come, her face an absolute picture of joy, intense frown and lots of oh, oh , oh's!

I edged down the be until I was standing and Jan followed, legs still apart and her pussy looking more than inviting. Wet and swollen and very ready. In I slipped and all the way. She accommodated me fully, first time then it was to and fro and we actually talked as I thrust in and out slowly. As I came almost out my cock was covered in an increasing amount of her lovely juices. She told me, 'You can come inside me, I'd like that'....and so we fucked until having sped up considerably with my thrusting Jan came...again.

I carried on right through her orgasm, while she was moaning and crying out a little and then ...whoosh I let it all fly...inside her.

We snuggled under the covers afterward, caressing and kissing and then just talking. By then nearly two hours had passed since our lovemaking and I think it was past four. Under the covers I felt Janis hand reach my cock. Once she had given it a little attention it was on the rise until it reached full extension. jan straddled my legs and buried herself under the sheet. that was when I felt warm wet lips encompassing my tip and and then her mouth sliding up and down my erection. I think I must have wept a little semen because her lips came away eventually, sticky. She looked down at me and licked around her mouth then wiped her lips with the back of her hands.

Jan was up on her knees taking my erection in her hand and stroking it to and fro across her pussy again. My first thought was she was going to rub her clit again, but no, she steered me into her opening then slowly lowered herself with an initial gasp until she was completely impaled on me. Then she started. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, until she ran out of puff for a moment. She spent that ‘resting’ period rocking slowly to and frown my pubic bone. That was nice. I could see the lips of her push spread wide around my cock, wet and slippery. It was all nice in fact.

I hadn’t just been laying there LL. I was fondling her boobs and rubbing her nipples. They were nice and erect so I was able to flick them and get a response each time I did. Her breasts were engorged and firm. Then she started rocking really fast and moaning loads. I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her a little and then did the thrusting myself, banging against her clit as I did....then she came. I kept going and managed another deposit inside her. The familiar rush up my stem and out deep inside her.

She collapsed on me. I caressed her stroking her lovely arse and thighs and then we lay side by side for a while. Eventually, Jan decided to go back to her room to shower and change. We kissed, she dressed. Jan put everything back on except her panties which she stuffed in her handbag. I told her I would knock on her door when we were ready to go down to dinner. She said that I didn’t know her room number. I told her I did. She just smiled at that LL, knowing I had done what she had - memorised her number at reception.

After dinner and at bedtime I went back to her room with her and we slept together. The following morning after breakfast we went our separate ways, but not before exchanging numbers and email addresses. Did we meet again? Of course we did but much farther south than County Durham.

Cockley Cley, Norfolk 2005

This lady was a bank client from some years before. She and her husband owned several stores around Norfolk and a wholesaling business. Fruit and veg to be precise. In 2003, the year I lost my wife, Sue lost her husband to a heart attack. I didn’t find this out until I met her some two years after the event in Swaffham one Saturday morning when I was there at the market and to get some lunch at one of the five pubs the town centre sported.

We were both browsing when I felt a nudge in my side. It was Sue. I said hello and we chatted. She asked how I was. I told her that I was now on my own, having lost my wife. that is when her story came out. We decided to find a coffee and sat and talked about our experiences. As you can see she wasn’t an unattractive woman LL, who had a preference for red lipstick. Our conversation became deeper and where we were sat in the back of the coffee shop she asked me if I missed having someone in my bed.

I wasn’t shocked at her question at all. I knew what it felt like, so I told her, yes I did. She replied that she did too. It was then that she asked me over to her place for dinner that evening. I accepted knowing that she probably wanted to get laid. That prospect wasn’t something I was going to turn away from. She knew from our conversation that I had taken up photography so I asked if I could bring my camera and take som shots of her. That was agreed and so we set a time and then she joined me for a snack in one of the pubs.

That evening I turned up at her front door near Cockley Cley with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine in hand. She welcomed me in with a kiss on the cheek. Dressed in a classy almost silk shirt/blouse and an equally sexy figure hugging skirt all of which I followed down the hallway into the kitchen, Sue looked pretty good to me. especially following nice ass LL. All of that, at the front was covered temporarily with an apron. Whatever she was cooking smelled good, as did she when I received that kiss on the cheek. I didn't give you a second thought LL. You were rapidly running out of chances to be with me. A decision I am sure you now regret.

After a starter we settled down to chicken in a Grand Marnier sauce. I remember because I asked for the recipe. The bottle of wine soon went and so did Sue's inhibitions. A raspberry parfait for dessert and we had completed a very nice meal. I complimented her on it.

After clearing away we sat together on her couch and Sue produced a single malt which obviously had been her late husband's. She hoped it was OK. I said the older they are the better. After that and the wine, I could see that in the nicest way possible Sue had set me up to stay over. I did. Around 10.30 she went up stairs with me in tow. A rather pleasant experience following that tight skirt and what it contained LL.

On the landing she showed me the bedroom I was supposed to sleep in and the main bathroom. She gave me a new toothbrush. What a gift at the end of a lovely evening. Her gifts weren't to stop there though....

I used the bathroom and I could hear Sue using her en-suite. I finished up and dressed in my boxers headed out of the bathroom turning to switch the light off. When I turned back Sue was waiting for me on the landing. Gone was the silk blouse, gone was the tight skirt, and gone were her bra and panties - she was completely naked.

We only just made it to the bed I was to sleep in. We were all over each other LL. Me because well, I'm highly sexed and Sue I guess because she told me she hadn't 'been with a man' since her husband died. So it was we made love that night and lay panting together side by side afterward. In the morning I awoke to find Sue's head on my shoulder and her thigh and leg laying over mine. She was still asleep.

I stayed put and Sue slept on. That is until I heard her alarm go off in her bedroom. I still stayed put, but the alarm didn’t stop. Sue stirred then woke up. She rolled onto her back then sat up in bed alongside me. I couldn't resist and took her breast in my hand. That was it we were on our backs again briefly and then she was on top of me and fully connected. We made love just the once, but it was a lovely drawn out affair.

Then Sue was out of bed and I had the lovely bonus of watching her ass waltz across the room and then into the bathroom.

There was no question of not fitting her into my busy 'schedule' and I managed it on average twice a week sometimes during the day. The rather sexy photo above was taken at another location about a fortnight after that first encounter. We lasted all the way through until 2007 and are still good friends unlike one I can name...you LL.

Cockermouth 2006

This was quite a plain flat that Jenny had moved into over some office premises. It was on the first floor. The flat may have been plain but Jenny certainly wasn't. She wasn't flat either as you can just about see LL.

I loved her hair too, but we had a number of good times without entering your City, mainly a number of overnighters in Glasgow. I discovered early on after your March 2004 slip of the tongue, that some women didn't mind that I lived quite a distance from them, just as long as I gave them a good time and they got laid. I was happy to do both with those I chose to. Among the many Jenny was but one, as you were LL after you cheated on me. I strung you along, quite successfully it seems because you lasted another eighteen months, more or less. Less in 2005 but that was my decision in view of your continued deception and lack of commitment. If anything it was me that had a close shave, not you.

Jenny was happy with our 'arrangement', as was I. Couldn't not be with her younger body, bubbly personality and no baggage. She was pretty good in bed too...as well as out of it. When I took the shot above, she had only been in the flat for four weeks, so I lent a hand here and there...with the flat I mean!

I've never quite understood why some women, quite a few in fact, like to suck on a guy's erection, but Jenny was one much to my pleasure. We laughed a lot at the fact that she doing that to me and for me in a town named Cockermouth.

The photo was taken on my second visit one Monday late morning. Jen had stripped down to her panties. I had stripped entirely. I had been giving her breasts a lot of attention and some down below beneath her panties. She was wet and ready hence in the photo which I snatched she is about to take them ff with a little assistance. Then it was lips to lips. My mouth to her pussy as she sat on my face and I squeezed her boobs hard. They firmed up nicely under my hands as Jen headed for her orgasm.

When she came she shuffled down the bed quite fast, took me in hand and used my tip on her clit and made herself come again. Twice, before I considered that we had gotten started. Then we made love with Jenny on top - boy could she go LL. You thought you were fit back in the day, but Jenny could leave you standing, or laying...or is that more appropriately 'lying'!

I first started chatting to Jenny in September 2005, then a number of phone calls in October and a meet in your city for coffee and lunch in November. I first saw her flat, before she moved in, late February 2006.

Cambridge 2007

Beth, well Beth was someone I knew who once lived in Norwich. She in fact emailed me via a friend (male) in the bank and he put me in touch with her.

She had heard I lost my wife, who she had known fairly well, but lost contact as a result of getting a job in Cambridge and moving. Beth had been my shared secretary for a while when I first moved to Norfolk in the very late eighties. then she was fresh out of sixth form and I was just about forty. By the time we were in touch again she was thirty five. As a result of our phone calls and emails she invited me to Cambridge in late-ish 2006.

We managed to get on very well. She was divorced and although quite a few years had passed we were friends again as if the intervening ones hadn't existed. We were never going to be an 'item' but things did develop to the point where we slept together. I recall (from my notes) that she said to me, 'I never knew you had that in you!' I am sure you can guess what my somewhat naughty reply was. Following that remark I demonstrated it all over again. After we met with some regularity, often in Cambridge but also at my apartment in London.

We enjoyed each other's company, each other's bodies and we had some good fun together. We are still in touch, but the intimate relationship ended in 2009 when I met Ash.

The photo was taken in Cambridge on my second or third visit, I think, just after I had returned from a business and photographic trip to France and Germany.

Cavendish Suffolk 2005

Lucy, not my London Lucy LL but another that was attracted by my chat on line. Seems that I had and have a way with me that charmed the panties off the ladies.

To be a little more serious Lucy was on her own for six months in her parent's rather large and grand home in Suffolk and being single and without a partner at the time was seeking a little fun both in the bedroom and outside so we found ourselves drawn to each other. After the online chats and a few phone calls around March 2005 we met up in a small town in Suffolk called Clare. A delightful place in a very pretty county. Lucy turned out to be delightful and pretty too. Not only that she was very intelligent and witty.

Inevitably, after that first meet we ended up in bed making love, lots. The photo above was taken after quite a hectic session on that bed in the photo, some three weeks after that first meeting in April 2005. Apparently, my lovemaking appealed to Lucy so much she became quite demanding for a while until we settled into a more leisurely pattern. In between I took my trip over here to the States, which allowed her ardour to cool a bit, but I was called upon very shortly after I returned. I responded, after all she had a lovely body, really appreciated what I did for her … and to her. Nice long legs, shapely body and firm boobs. Who could ask for more LL.

Of course we wined and dined and in fact after her parents returned in the autumn, we carried on seeing each other and carried on. The reasons she lived at home? It was a large place as I said and she helped run it and the horses. In fact it was Lucy that got me back in the saddle after nearly twenty five years. Lucy enjoyed riding...of both kinds.

Later she would spend time with me in London and Cambridge. I am sure she had more than an inkling that there were other women in my life, but she never let on. We are still very good friends to this day.

Chelmsford Essex 2007

You could say I met my match with Julia as she is a photographer. In fact she taught me a fair bit and I showed her a few tricks as well LL.

We met when I went to a photographic exhibition in London. I found her standing next to me admiring the same photo. She asked me what I liked about it and from there we got chatting. We were both in London on our own. I told her I had just re-started my interest in photography after many years, but loved it and was re-learning what I had lost. I spent most of the morning there and Julia spent half that time as my companion - the second half. then we decided to lunch together and went to the V & A. After lunch we spent a short time at there and then Julia headed for Liverpool Street Station and home. I went with her, to the station that is. Then afterward I headed for King's Cross back to Cambridge and my townhouse.

We had agreed to meet up in about a week or so's time as I had a two commissions in France. After I returned I fixed a date and drove over to her home near Chelmsford - she was separated, incidentally. We swapped notes on photography, she was surprised I had built up such a clientele in so short a time. I told her it was almost wholly by recommendation. I didn't tell her there were two recommendations LL. One for my services as a photographer and one for servicing...the women.

She asked if I shot nudes and I told her occasionally....not true really, it was far more frequently either as commissions or just personally and privately. Then Julia asked if I would have a problem taking shots of her. As she explained the photo world she moved in was fairly tight knit and in the UK, so she wasn't ready or willing to bare all with a lot of people she knew quite well. I let things lie and said whenever she was ready. We had dinner out that day and returned to her home for her nightcap. I was ready to drive home.

I was persuaded not to. Julia invited me to stay...in her bed. The one you see above LL. Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway we made love, had sex, fucked, whichever you prefer. I guess it was all three in a way. We made love with tenderness, we had sex to fulfil our physical needs and finally, fucked because she wanted it hard, very hard and fast. Those legs of hers were incredibly flexible I can tell you!

I was having something of a crisis around this time Too much work and too many women to attend to. But, hell I coped in the end and saw Julia again...and again and again. Incidentally she was naked on that bed as I was. You could call it mutual imagery, but that wasn't all that was mutual.

Clare, Suffolk 2004

Cavendish, where I met Lucy in 2005, was fortunately near Clare where, in June 2004 I came across Lisa. As you can see LL, Lisa had a penchant for wearing sexy lingerie often in black to contrast with her natural blonde hair. She also had a way of doing so in some very sexy poses.

Lisa was one of the first nymphomaniacs I met. Just a few those months after you let slip your deceit LL. This shot is smaller than the others because I have cropped someone out of it...another woman.

I was as surprised as anyone when Lisa agreed to a meet, and even more surprised when she agreed to be photographed. We had wandered around Cavendish having met in a local cafe before she suggested I follow her home. Both our cars were parked in the same parking lot.

First of all I took some photographs of Lisa in a couple of normal outfits and then following that her true colours came to the fore, although I didn't know at that point what an insatiable woman she was.. She suggested I take shots of her in lingerie.

There was I back in 2004 thinking, bra and panties and something lacy. The first shot I did for her in lingerie was certainly lacy. She wore a bra and panties and a suspender belt, no stockings in yellow, fringed with white lace. I said yellow didn't do her justice against her skin tone and hair color and after looking at the photo I had taken she agree. That was the first time we had been up close when she viewed that photo, sitting beside me barely clothed on her couch. I remember she put her hand on my leg and leaned her shoulder against me.

After that she changed into similar wear in a cerise shade. That was better. Then finally, black which I thought was very sexy and I told her so. From there she suggested a topless shot. Obviously I could see, albeit hidden beneath her bras, that she was well endowed with a great pair of breasts. Lisa didn’t wait for my response. By the time I was about to utter, mere seconds, her hands were up her back and she slipped her bra off. The photo above was on a later occasion in the Fall of 2004.

I think at the time I took a sharp intake of breath. Her breasts as you can see are superb and the rest of her tall slim and shapely. I remember her words as she posed bare breasted for me and the camera. 'Are you up for it?' she said. I started to remove my shirt in response and then before I knew it those very firm breasts were hard and they were pretty firm, against my chest. She frantically undid my belt and zipper. I did the rest and soon I was there in just my boxers. Lisa meantime ahd lost what little she wore and her hands were inside my boxers pushing them down, way down until they were on the floor.

We were kissing hands all over each other, my erection between her legs and she thrusting to and fro along its length. Next thing we were on the couch. She pushed me down, gently then straddled me, guided me into her wet pussy and then she was away. Soon after she nearly came. Her orgasm started but then she was off me and we had reversed positions. I was on top LL and hammering her. It was that kind of lustful session. My hands on those boobs and they were heavenly to hold. There’s nothing like pert firm tits for me.

We carried on for a while and she was moaning and bucking beneath me. Given how we were I could only fondle and squeeze one boob at a time. My other hand holding me up. Lisa suggested yet another change of position as she kneeled on the couch with her arse in the air. I stood and in I went for a third time. I can last but I was surprised how long Lisa was holding onto her orgasm. Seemed she liked being fucked as much as coming. In fact afterward that is exactly what she told me.

There was one final change of position and that was me slouched down on the couch with Lisa on my lap and of course on me. Her legs spread wide either side of mine as she pumped up and down on me. Her breasts were so firm they hardly moved despite her frantic movement as she got nearer and nearer to her climax. I had my hands on them, squeezing hard as I met her downward movement with and increasingly hard upward thrust. She came, all over me in fact, just as I shot my lot upward into her.

There’s something very satisfying about coming simultaneously LL. I appreciated it and so did Lisa. That was quite a coupling. We were both panting afterward. Lisa stayed put, still impaled on me as she let me suck her boobs and nip her nipples. I was expecting her to want more. I don’t know why I thought that, but it turned out I was right LL.

She had been on me almost every which way all in one encounter and to think even after that I continued to entertain you as a prospect, even given your deceit.

Lisa was a very hungry and very sexual woman, a true nympho if you like. We wandered around her place after that first full on session naked, touching each other, playing with each other a feeling each other. It had been almost a lifetime since I enjoyed such 'freedom' LL. The fact that Lisa had zero inhibitions wanted to be touched, caressed etc made it so much better. We ended up in bed after about an hour and a half and were at it again. She truly was insatiable. She took everything I gave her whether it was rough or smooth and continued to perform by coming several more times. I hadn't seen a woman come so many times within a few hours.

Oddly, I went home that evening. I didn't stay. I had reasons for that decision but it wasn't because of Lisa. I could almost match her 'appetite' for sex. She understood when I gave her the apparent reason, as opposed to the real one.

Whenever we met over the coming months our sex and her appetite for it was just as intense as that first time. She had bounced around a few times on my bed as well...the one in Norfolk. As to the woman cropped out of the photo above, she was a friend of Lisa's who decided to join us one day in August 2004. That truly was an amazing time. I'll leave you use your imagination there LL.

Incidentally, quite a few of my harem liked having the 'action' captured on camera or mostly on videocam. I had two to start with then I went to four so everything could be captured. I might post some edited frames in the near future, who knows. No full movies though, because I am in every one of them.

Canterbury 2016

This is a much later shot than most I have posted here, mainly because I extracted a few with locations beginning with C. You will know why that is LL.

The lady above posing for this shot is Laura someone I have known since 2009 when I first met her in the company of a friend in my original home city, Canterbury. Since your time LL I had made contact via social media with a number of people I went to school with and socialised with way back when I was a young man. As a result of those various get togethers, I met Laura. She was single, in her thirties and you could say fun and fancy free. The dinner I went to with my old pals, men and women had invited Laura along and as I was the unpaired one there, along with Laura I was seated next to her.

From there things sort of blossomed into our seeing each other on our own. As I was in the UK, looking up old friends that year and operating from my London home, getting down to Canterbury was not a problem. I have to say I didn't use the Bentley. Instead I drove the Lexus I had at that time, since changed.

Laura and I had been in touch, naturally, before I visited her the next time. I had said that I would use an hotel, but she wouldn't have it so I ended up staying at her recently acquired rather old house in one of the central streets in the city. She hadn't had sex apparently for some time and had been relying on her toys for relief. This she told me after we made love the first time. Staying with her inevitably led to our sleeping together LL. I was more than ready and Laura craved the 'real thing'. She got that and a lot of it.

Laura was a very good lay too. Youth or at least middle thirties 'youth' had a lot to do with it. She was very active and responsive in bed and like the fact that I could make her come lots. She said that I had more than made up for her more barren months when the toys were the only things she had to play with. Great legs and very flexible ones too. She folded them back by her head when I mounted her. He comings were quite violent to. She bucked all over the pace as her body went into uncontrollable spasm.

One thing she did savour, if that's the word, was to have me come over her tits or face on a few occasions. She swallowed too. I could go on and describe how she tried new positions with me - new to her that is, not me. She was bowled over when she eventually visited me in London and saw my Knightsbridge home. I returned home back here after seeing Laura (and others) after a few weeks via Italy. I have been over since of course and Laura has come to my home and ....come more than a few times, as well.

Nice tattoo as well!

Capel St Mary, Suffolk 2006

This photo of Helen was taken in a what amounted to a1950's small industrial unit. It was located at the back of her property awaiting demolition. Helen was married and...neglected. We met via the internet and a dating site.

It was all about sex, her wanting and not getting it.

Someone had to step into the breach and that someone was me LL. I was more than happy to meet a willing and not unattractive woman, who wanted to be 'breached' as often as she could. Ok a little heavy around the hips but that didn't detract from my pleasure or hers. This photo was taken in the old building at the bottom of her garden that May morning in 2006. It was the first time we had met. She said she wanted to show me where they planned to build a garden room, She said. Helen had a cotton dress on I recall but as soon as we were inside that old building she took it off and said I could photograph and make love to her.

That was a bit of a surprise at the time. Few women I have met on dates have gotten straight to the point quite as quickly as Helen did. But hell, LL, I wasn't going to turn her down. I walked over almost t the same spot she is standing in the photo above and slipped the straps of that teddy off her shoulders, kissed her shoulder and her neck. All the time I was slowly rolling the teddy down until it reached her waist.

With one hand on her left breast, I slipped my hand inside her teddy and found her pussy. By now she had spread her legs out a little. She was moist but not yet wet, but that soon changed when I started stroking her pussy and finger fucking her. She started to get a little breathless and was soon moaning with pleasure as she became more and more dilated and receptive. I rubbed her clit and then she really went, clawing at the wall and saying she wanted me inside her. I undid my trousers LL and let them drop down along with my underwear. At the same time I pulled the teddy down and she stepped out of it, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs.

Shortly afterward, I was in and she was enjoying my slow thrusting. All the way in, all the way out then 'playing' around her entrance. She arched her back more and more. I thrust more and more. I squeezed her tits then I reached down found her clit and rubbed it hard. Helen came LL. I wasn’t finished in fact I had hardly started. I spun her around as she was still panting pinned her to the wall and kissed her at the same time as reaching down and pushing myself inside her. I thrust upward hard and fast. She lifted one leg. I held it out a little way and continued to enter her fully and very firmly against her clitoris. Moaning wasn’t in it she was screaming almost....oh, no’s....oh yes’s ... and oh my God, flowed freely from her lips. She was heaving, her chest was heaving against me and her tummy.

I went into overdrive and we both came. She gushed from her pussy, soaking my cock and the inside of her legs. I stayed inside her, keeping her pinned to the wall and kissed her again. Finally, LL, I withdrew and Helen stayed there leaning on the wall, all weak and wobbly. I remember I looked past her head at the wall and could see scratch marks there along with quite distinctive hand marks.

I picked up her teddy and her dress and handed both to her. She didn’t bother with the teddy but slipped the dress on and I zipped it up . We walked to the house where she shed the dress. Her bottom was covered in white from the wall. I brushed it off then I gave her a slap. Helen liked that and said she was going for a shower and would I care to join her. What do you think LL that I said in reply.

I followed that generous backside upstairs to her’s and her husband’s bedroom. He was in Munich incidentally. I stripped off in the bedroom as Helen watched. I was teetering on one leg by the bed when she pushed me over onto my back and pulled my trousers etc over my feet. Next thing was she was sitting on me, back toward my face and doing her best to raise what was dead at that point in time. That didn't last long though LL. A combination of stroking followed by sucking and 'Lazarus' was up and ready for action. While this had been going I was getting a sticky face from Helen's previous outpouring.

I was licking her and eating her and making her react quite quickly. So much so that she had to stop sucking on me, which was just as well as I wanted to save myself for the main event. Rapid, firm flicking with my tongue had Helen hollering again as she came, for what was the third time in just under two hours. She dropped down onto my legs. I wriggled free and she turned around and lay her whole body on top of mine and we kissed again. She started rubbing herself up and down on my cock and then straddled me and lowered herself slowly until she totally enveloped my erection with her pussy.

Helen rode me as though she had sex at all. I was quite surprised she still had it in her after our pretty boisterous earlier sex, but she did. She rocked to and fro on me at a rate of knots. Then leaning over me she started on the up and down motion. I could feel myself beginning to respond. I think she could too as I swelled inside her.

I was squeezing her boobs and watching her face as she continued unabated. She was flushed with her efforts. Her boobs were as firm as they had been all morning and then she started those tell tale mini contractions that told me she about to come. That brought forth my response and we erupted together. What a start to what was to be a wholly sexual relationship LL.

We did shower together, which was a pleasure in itself and then lunch and I departed. I couldn't keep that up all day...or my fella. In fact joking aside she had an appointment and so did I.

You were right there were far more women than even you imagined that wanted to get laid. Helen and I carried on with some regularity, even while I was seeing Carole (mainly because I knew that wouldn't last either). it was an eighteen month affair in the end.

Do you know that, Ash apart, there were a lot more women that I saw, had relationships with and entertained that lasted longer than you did and are still friends. You know why they are the latter, I'm sure. They didn't lie!

Cambridge 2005

Academics can be very sexy LL and beautiful. This lady was a professor. They don't all have to look plain Jane's or wear tweed jackets or skirts...although some still do.

Pretty fantastic figure. I was mightily impressed when I saw Rachel in all her ‘glory’. She posed for the photo above, for herself. I have a copy of course otherwise you wouldn’t see her above. When I say she is a professor, she is indeed. At that time in 2005 she was a visiting professor from MIT which is just down the road from my home in New England. (MIT=Massachusetts Institute of Technology)

Funny how things happen and one thing leads to another. At the time I was working for that building society part time. The rest of the time I was busy with ‘my ladies’, photography, that car guy and real estate. Anyhow, I was down in Cambridge on another evening organised by the building society to seek commercial business. I was leaving after it was all over. The venue was situated on the Science Park just off the A14, so an easy getaway for me.

I wandered several hundred yards to where my car was parked and saw a lady standing by her car looking a bit frustrated and annoyed. I walked over to her. Long hair, long coat and tall, I noted. I said hello and asked if I could help. Her reply was to the point but delivered with a smile. She said 'Not unless you have a spare set of keys for my car'. She had locked hers in the car. I asked where she lived and she told me Cambridge. I suggested I run her home and she collected her spare keys and I would drive her back. Problem solved. She looked me up and down and I guessed thought I was harmless and accepted my offer.

Beyond helping a lady in distress LL, I had no other motive right then. We drove to her home during the journey we talked about each other and, of course introduced ourselves . It had gone 10.30 pm by then. I’m not sure when we arrived at her front door but it must have gone eleven. Rachel invited me in and I stood waiting while she rummaged through a drawer. I thought she was looking for her car keys. Then she turned and asked how long was my drive home. I told her....it was about an hour and a quarter.

Rachel said that the car could wait to the morning to which I responded that I didn’t mind running her back to pick it up. She said she had a better idea and then I saw why she had been rummaging in the drawer. She had a corkscrew in her hand. She suggested I stay as she had a spare bedroom and it was late. I paused a bit and then asked whether she was sure, after all I was pretty much a stranger. Rachel said she was sure and then produced a bottle of wine, kicked her shoes off and I opened and poured the wine.

We drank and chatted and eventually just after midnight she showed me where I could sleep. Lights out and her terraced house went quiet. I remember I was laying on my back naked, as I always am in bed, just drifting off when I felt the duvet being drawn back. Next thing is LL, I have this warm soft thigh against mine. I turn to face Rachel, although I can barely make out her shape in the dark. She turns and faces me and I feel those breasts of hers against my chest...he nipples in particular. She put her hand o the side of my head and I put my arm around her waist and we kissed . no words, no chat just soft tender kisses.

Then a hand on my erection and a guiding hand down to her pussy. Soon we were masturbating each other. Rachel came bucking so violently in the bed that the duvet floated onto the floor. At that point I mounted her in the pitch dark LL and we made love. Her boobs were particularly responsive and very enjoyable to handle. We both came. Rachel first and me finishing by really slamming against her clit fast and hard. I couldn't se her face but I certainly heard her...loud and very clear.

then we slept. It must have been heading for 1.00 a.m. by then. In the morning we made love again.. this time leisurely right up to just before the climaxes. Yes, LL, plural.

Rachel had to go to work and although I didn't I needed to get home for an entirely different reason …and woman. I drove Rachel back to her car. Checked she could open it and told her to keep the keys separate. A quick kiss and we parted. Off and on we saw each other, mainly in Cambridge out of 2005 and into the whole of 2006. By the time 2007 came around Rachel was back in Massachusetts - she wasn't married - and I flew to Logan (Boston) and stayed with her for well over a month in the early part of the year.

We are still both single. Rachel is now in her late-ish forties and you could almost say my permanent partner in New England. We renewed our relationship some time after I lost Ash.

Cannes 2016

Christie in Cannes and she definitely can. You have seen her before in earlier blogs, as indeed you have quite a few of the ladies in this blog.

Christie joined me and others from London. Most had their own villas, but Christie stayed with me. As you might guess from this shot taken one afternoon in August 2016, she is quite a sexy lady and to use a hackneyed phrase, well endowed. Obviously, she had nothing on under that negligee which I am sure is apparent to you.

Christie loves me giving her a massage and that was what she had enjoyed about an hour or so before this photo. That took place in my bedroom where she enjoyed a little more than just the massage.

We had been by my pool during the morning, then prepared and ate a light lunch. Christie was in her swim suit or at least she was in the bottom half when we adjourned to the bedroom. I was in my swimmers. She slipped out of her minuscule bikini bottom and I took my swimmers off. She lay on her tummy on the bed and I sat beside her on the edge of the bed. A little oil on her back, my hands warm and I started to massage her shoulders gently but firmly, slowly moving down her spine to the small of her back. Then to each leg, massaging her calf and then her thigh on both legs.

The result of tis was to relax Christie and bring fort lots of mmmm's as she lay there with her hands spread on the bed above the pillow. As I massaged her inner thigh on her right leg she told me to keep going. Meaning don't stop with the thigh. I didn’t, but to make that particular massage more effective Christie rolled over onto her back and I continued until I was quite sticky in the finger area and she was on the cusp of coming.

Some attention had been paid to my erect member, which had us both on a journey toward satisfaction. I didn't arrive first though. In fact at that point LL, I didn't arrive at all, but Christie did bucking around on the bed, lgs opening and closing as I continued to rub her clit after she had come. I gave her seconds to calm then I mounted her and she welcomed me in. Getting past her entrance took a moment, but only a moment. She was nice and tight there but very accommodating once I was fully in.

Feet almost level with her ears made my standing entry so easy and I was able to fuck her really well LL. She likes it that way most times. The last time being 2019. Christie is a woman who really likes her sex and she likes variation. On this occasion back in 2016 we were enjoying what might be called one of our more regular sessions/positioning. She gets really wet during sex and she was bathed in it on this occasion. My thrusts had something to do with that and the accompany liquid sounds were quite loud. You used to say they (our active parts) were talking to each other. If that was the case, then Christie and I were having one hell of a conversation until she erupted and spurted her juices everywhere. That noise combined we her vocal s were quite something.

Sometimes, she likes me to come on her. Favourite is her breasts and mouth. Christie tries to catch it as I spurt. On thsi occasion in 2016 that is what she wanted from me. I had watched her come and gush and now she had lowered her legs although still apart either side of me and she took my wet erection in her hand and pumped me as I squeezed her tits and then brought them together. Her pumping had the required effect and my semen spurted forth. Lovely feeling for me coming like that. It went right into her cleavage and then spread slowly over he breasts with the second spurt hitting her mouth more or less dead centre.

We showered - we needed to. More sex later that day ensued LL. I have no trouble in getting up when required and with the right stimulus - Christie provided the stimulus I provided what she desired and indeed she provided what I desired.

Cannes 2017

Another lady another year and another villa. Hers, not mine. Her name is Fabrizia and she is Italian. She knew Ash and I have known her since 2014, when Ash first invited her to Cannes and our villa. She returned at my invitation and attended a get together of friends from France, Italy and London. That went on all afternoon into the evening. Fabrizia and I ended up together several times during the day and she stayed after everyone drifted off to help with a little tidying up. I had a catering company hired to do the rest the following morning.

Then I called a cab for her so she could return to her villa.

The next day was quiet, after the party. That is until Fabrizia called me and invited me over to her villa that afternoon. She was lonely, she was single, I was single. We got on well. Very well in fact, to the point that by mutual consent we would go to bed in the heat of the afternoon and make love. We did. She is Italian. She has long dark hair, a nice figure and lovely breasts. How could I refuse LL. You know me by now, so I didn't. This shot above was taken just before we 'retired' to the bedroom. Imagine. Me with my hands on that lovely body. On those legs and on those boobs. She loved the foreplay and so did I.

Then we came to the best part - penetration for me, climaxes for her. We spent a good part of the afternoon in her bedroom, most of it in a fairly active mode LL. Unlike your man I am still a pretty fit individual and Fabia (Fabrizia) appreciated it in loud tones! Stamina LL.

The photo was taken just before we went to her bedroom but that isn't the first time I have seen her from that angle. Great figure and superb breasts. I couldn't have asked for more and she expressed her total satisfaction with me in a number of ways. I was meant to meet her in July this year, once again in Cannes, but Covid has intervened.

Clearwater, Florida 2017

We have our southern headquarters in Tampa. On this occasion I had driven to Sarasota to see and stay with a friend overnight at her home, on my way to Tampa on business. I could have driven straight there but the temptation of an overnight stop with an attractive woman was to hard to resist LL.

When it comes to attractive women I am easily tempted especially when they are willing participants and they weren't hard to find at all. Marcia or Marcie, as she like to be called, was a case in point. I encountered her in Tampa where on the day in question I was attending a meeting with our tax accountants to discuss a taxation scheme regarding our Florida interests. Marcie was on the periphery of the meet, taking notes for her employers, the accountants.

Jon a close friend and one of my managers attended the meeting along with our Tampa head, who is a woman. On the accountants side apart from Marcie there were three attendees LL. A partner, a tax expert and one other guy, plus Marcie. To be fair she was by far the most attract of them all. Not difficult as the others were men.

The morning meeting wrapped up by 1.00 pm and a lunch had been arranged for all bar Marcie and me, as they were unaware I would be attending. They were sure a place could be found for an extra person, but I declined feigning some work I needed to do. Fact was that I was OK working with the accountancy partner, but having lunched wit him on a number of occasions, I found him to be a total bore.

I walked out to the parking lot with them LL and said farewell. Which left Marcie standing close by me clutching a bundle of files to take back to her office. I walked a little closer to her and relieved her of the files and walked her to her car.

Long story short. I dropped her at her office with the files and I suggested we garb a bite to eat. She wasn't expected back that Friday so she collected her stuff from her work and we went the short distance to one of my favorite places in Tampa. We lingered over lunch until mid afternoon. It seemed my charm and charisma were doing their work again. That and my winning smile. I walked back to our cars. I said I was going to head back to Naples. Marcie said 'But you've just driven up here and that's pretty much a four hour drive. You could stay overnight at my place and drive back in the morning. It will be great to cook supper for you’. I still have the notes with those words and others recorded LL. Likewise I have your words all filed away...in the Cloud.

In the end I couldn’t refuse and to be honest I was happier driving back in the morning. She didn’t know of course that I had only driven up that morning from Sarasota. I followed her right through to Clearwater where she lived. I also had her address in the SatNav in my car. I arrived right behind her a drew up alongside her on her driveway. She sat me down asked if I wanted coffee or a beer and then went to change out of her work clothes.

Between us we prepared supper as she called it. We sat at her table talking for ages during the evening over wine and in my case coffee. It was as you will know from your brief visits lovely and warm in the evenings so we sat outside for a bit. The dishes were either washed or in the dishwasher and that was about it. No going upstairs - her place was single storey with three beds.

We said goodnight. Lights out and I lay there thinking here I am (again) LL sleeping in yet another woman’s house, except I wasn’t yet asleep of course. that was just as well because shortly after that thought (duly recorded) I had company in the lovely form of Marcie. Not only a lovely form but a naked one. She slipped under the sheet next to me and snuggled up straight away. One leg and thigh draped over my legs, her arm across my chest and her chest pressed against my side.

With all of that happening and my arm around her soft warm body it didn’t take anything to arouse me. Up I popped in seconds. A small hand explored my erection and a larger hand explored Marie’s pussy. Soon we were getting a head of steam up. For me, not difficult at all. Marcie had a nice long legs, a slim figure and beautifully tanned skin. We had switched one of the bedside lights on so we could enjoy the sight of each other....and in another way the sites of each other.

Marcia had fairly small breasts LL. Certainly nowhere near your size, but they are firm and perky which suited me down to the ground. The other thing was they really responded to my touch as I caressed them and tweaked her very erect nipples. They really stood to attention. Rather like I had. That attention had definitely turned the tap on down below with Marcie. Her pussy was wide open and very wet. It was a three finger job with my thumb rubbing her clit. With all that going on and me by then sucking those little jewels that were her breasts, she came.

I mounted her and we made love. She came again, before I did. Twice in quick succession. I withdrew and briefly we decided how she would like me to finish. That was resolved very quickly when she straddled me and started pumping up and down on me. That in fact made me last longer as she was doing all the work. Her up and down motion was replaced when she started panting by her rocking to and fro, her clit on my pubic bone. You can guess what that resulted in LL. Orgasm number four!

I wasn't coming in that position so Marcie rolled off and I took her from behind, standing. The angle was perfect and I really went for it. Poor Marcie, I think she was worn out, but her juices continued to flow and I was inside her very generous pussy thumping away against her butt. She had started with moans of pleasure but that escalated more than a few octaves by the time I reached the point where I unloaded quite a generous deposit inside her.

Her first words after she regained her breath were, 'My God. Where did you learn to make love like that?' I heard those words from you, almost exactly the same, just about seventeen years ago LL. WE slept. Marcie in my arms. In the morning we spent time caressing and making love in a more relaxed and slower manner than the night before. I had enjoyed Marcie and her company greatly, so I invited her down to my place on the island for a weekend. At that time I had still had the cottage, not the house I now own on Sanibel..

After breakfast I headed home.

Chelsea, NYC, New York 2016

This shot of Amy was part of a shoot for the lovely lady. I'll say no more on this one as she is quite well know over here and Amy isn't her real name.

Chelsea, London 2018

Bearing (baring?) in mind who this is, although you wouldn't know her, I was quite surprised when she asked me (and paid me, of course) to take nude shots. Often with such ladies, it is a case of capturing them on film, so to speak at their best point in time.

Louise looked superb on the day these shots were taken at her home in Chelsea. She also looked superb about five days later when I returned to review the shoot with her, having whittled them down to a couple of dozen of the best ones. I was invited to stay a while and the rest you can imagine LL. Let's just say I didn't get back to Knightsbridge until the following morning....what a lady!

Cocoa Beach, Florida 2008

What some might term a poor little rich girl shot. Catie was a bit of a spoilt brat to put it bluntly. Rich parents and everything she wanted, but not really a happy individual.

This isn't a shoot - the photo I mean. In fact it is my bedroom, in my hotel, at a place called Melbourne, Florida to the east of Orlando.

I had two things on my agenda that took me to the Orlando area LL. One was property and the second a was a woman...not the one above, I hasten to add LL. She came as a complete surprise. As I said I was staying in Melbourne, Florida in an hotel- I had no wish to stay in Orlando itself. I first saw Catie in the bar while I was having a drink after checking in. There were just a few folk in the bar. Me and two older couples who were seated at tables with snacks.

Catie got into some sort of argument with the bartender as I finished my drink. From what I could tell she was throwing her weight about. I caught phrases like 'Do you know who my father is!' The poor guy obviously didn't. As I passed her I thought what the hell and took her arm, which surprised her and said come with me and we walked out to the parking lot.

There she started on me with, 'What the hell do you think you are doing?' I didn't answer just stood there smiling with my arms folded. Slowly, she calmed down as I didn't respond. Then gradually she smiled. I said 'I didn't think you were doing yourself any favors, back there'. He was being rude and he should have known who I was!'

That was the spoilt brat part coming out LL. I didn't acre who she was but she told me anyway and it turned out her father was a millionaire who owned a number of hotels in Florida. Catie was fine after she had calmed herself and fascinated that I was a Brit who now lived over here. I was bombarded with questions about the UK and Europe as we walked. It was hot so we found a bar and had a drink. The questions continue to flow.

We exchanged a little background on each other. Catie was older than she looked at thirty four. She seemed fascinated with me for some reason LL. So much so that we agreed to meet up and walk again the following afternoon. I had a property to view in the morning so that worked out fine. I was to pick her up from her apartment right on the shore at 2.30 pm.

I duly turned up right on time. Found her floor after she buzzed me in to the building and was about to knock when she opened the door. I was greeted by a white tee shirt from which protruded Catie's nipples. The drapes in the room were drawn and she was wearing just the tee and her panties exactly as she is in the photo above. I was allowed several shots, although the others are of her nude laying in her bed.

The tee shirt came off almost as soon as I closed the door and she took my hand and placed it on her left breast. From there you I am sure can imagine that we were naked pretty darn quickly. So it was LL that I spent the afternoon fucking a poor little rich girl, which is being a little unkind, as she was really quite nice once you got to know her. That afternoon I got to know her....intimately.

One thing I recall apart from those nipples, LL, was when I first penetrated her fully. She wanted me to stay there. No thrusting, no movement at all. She just wanted to feel me expanding further inside her. Cutie said she found it incredibly sexy, having me getting even bigger while plunged fully in her pussy. That isn’t to say she didn’t go like a train afterwards - she did and turned out to be a nine in my book.

I skipped the hotel that night and we did it all over again after getting back from our dinner. In the morning sex, with her on top followed by me fucking her from behind in the shower, preceded breakfast in her apartment. I left later that morning heading back to SW Florida via a friend's in Sarasota.

Carlsbad, California 2017

An old, but not so old, friend who I first met in 2007. She was really quite young then and the subject of an 'innocent' photo shoot paid for by her mother.

Just a few years back she invited me to her home in Carlsbad. Married and divorced now Carla is a real beauty as my shot of her above in her pool shows. I went over in the mid afternoon from my new home in LA. Who would have thought I would be living there part of the time, when I knew you.

Carla comes from a wealthy family, very wealthy and in 2017 she had divorced just three months before I called and told her I had bought a place in LA. Hence my invitation. Carla is now forty two (2020). I arrived and let myself in. She had left the gates open and the front door. I called her. No reply LL. I walked through to the back and called again and Carla replied from the pool area. I still couldn’t see her and guessed she must be in the water. She was.

She swam over to me and then stood on the pool bottom. She was topless. The first thing I had seen was her face and her smile and then following swiftly afterward her breasts. The girl I had photographed all those years ago, was a woman...definitely a woman and a very attractive one. We hadn’t been face since she was in her late twenties - now we were and in a quite surprising way from the fully clothed version I recall LL. I told myself that I preferred this version.

She was pleased to see me and climbed out of the pool rubbed herself down with a towel and before donning a robe gave me a big hug. Damp breasts etc against my polo shirt. Naturally I had to place my hands somewhere during this hug so I settled on placing them on her hips LL.

To understand what happened next you need to know that this was a healthy woman in her late thirties with healthy appetites. One appetite in particular had not been sated for some time. I felt her hands on mine then guiding them to the sides of her bikini bottoms, LL, pushing my hands downward. Although wet her bikini bottoms slowly traveled down her thighs until they reached her knees when they just dropped onto the patio and Carla stepped out of them.

Talk about surprised LL, I was fair bowled over by her approach. It isn't like I was shocked or anything like that. I have had a lot more than my fair share of women who have come on to me almost straight away, but having known Carla for so long and mainly through phone calls and Facetime, her advances were right of the blue.

The fact is she had a need, she knew me very well, I'm fit and she liked me. I like her too, who wouldn't especially physically. We made it into the kitchen. The patio, although private, was not the place and the sun bed would have collapsed!

I don't recall clearly how I disrobed so quickly but Carla's body was more than enough motivation. We stood both of us kissing in the kitchen my erection having popped out of my pants as soon as I took them off. In our embrace, somehow my cock found her pussy, although it was largely the other way around.

Wet and slippery is the only way I can describe what was happening down where we were plowing the furrow. Then Carla leaned back placing her hands on the kitchen counter, arms outstretched partially, behind her and opened her legs. That did a number of things apart from me wanting her. It put her body at an angle that made penetration possible, forced her body up toward me and made her breasts stand proud. It also left my hands free.

I rubbed her pussy and clit really fast until she nearly came and then I entered her. That latter part was slick, smooth and pretty much straight in after negotiating the 'gateway'. The latter her brought forth a small gasp then I was thrusting. My hands traveled up her thighs around her buttocks and onto her breasts. I took them both in hand and squeezed while I continued to fuck Carla hard. At first she was smiling at me and talking about what I was doing to her and for her, but passion got the better of both of us and the caht stopped replaced by Carla's shouts of oh yes...and yes yes, yes. Panting heaving, trying to thrust against me and then she came her body bucking upward, shuddering and then flooding me with her pent up juices.

I watched myself going in and out. Wet and slick was that log you once knew LL. Still rigid, still filling her and thusting faster and faster until things reached a point where I thinks she could take no more in that position or at all. I came. A hot rush of semen spurting into Carla. A feeling of release. I took Carla in my arms and held her tight to my body. She clung to me equally as tight. We were molded together in that moment in time. Silent, except for our breathing. Her body warm and soft against mine. Her hair on my face and a feeling of euphoria shared by both of us. Her words were, ' That was so good and you were fantastic. No one has made love to me like that'

We showered, together. The rest of the day was spent relaxing by her pool. Preparing dinner together. Watching the sun go down over the ocean with a drink in hand and then...well, LL, I was invited to stay, in her bed.

Thus was renewed an old friendship, but on an entirely different level.

Castellammare di Stabia, Italy 2008

This lady had a business in Sorrento which, since establishing myself there fully in 2006, I frequented. We became quite good friends over a number of months, extending from these early days in 2006 and into 2007. She had a partner in the business who was also her partner, but I really didn't know what she saw in him, physically or in any other way. In our terms LL, he was a waste of space.

In thee end he left. I visited one morning to find Gabriella wiping tears from her face. She managed to serve me with my customary morning double espresso and as it was quiet came and sat across from me. I asked what the matter was. We managed between her English and my Italian quite well, although neither of us were proficient then.

Apparently, he had walked out two days before while I had spent the weekend in Rome with a friend. The reason was not because he had gone but that she didn’t know how she keep her restaurant as she needed to pay him his share. I thought about things for a while and told Gabriella to get all her figures and accounts to get her and when I came in the following day we could go through them together, At that point I told her of my banking background.

The next day arrived and I went to her place for breakfast and my inevitable coffee, then we retired to a back room to go over the figures. We spent two hours then took a break. I went back to my place with some of the paperwork and looked closely at the turnover, seasonality, overheads and considered the potential. To cut a long story short I invested in the business taking a 60% stake LL. that was 50% to buy her partner out and 10% of working capital to add to Gabriella's own.

Things looked up. Changes were made, overheads more tightly controlled. Eventually, I added more capital along with Gabriella's contribution and a second restaurant was opened then a third and a fourth. All in different locations along the Amalfi coast and further afield in Avelino Province. Right now there are ten in the group. I still hold a stake but Gabriella runs the show pretty much.

During those early days we were quite close through necessity and eventually we had a relationship that endured through my various absences from Sorrento. The photo above was taken at her home in 2008.

I last saw her in Fall 2019. Covid intervened!

Cambria, California 2007

Cambria is a small town on the coast of California LL. I first visited there way back in the 1990's on a trip up and down the coast from San Francisco to LA. I have happy memories of this small town and some of the folk I met there LL. It is a bit of an artists and craft town which always interested me, especially the art (painting) side of things.

Through friends and being single I was placed next to Lee, above, at a dinner they held in my honor, when I visited in 2007. Rick has sadly passed on, but his wife is still living there. Lee and I chatted and she ofered to show me around Cambria the next morning and to see how much it had changed since my very first visit LL. It had changed much was the answer.

That morning we walked and talked. Although a fair bit my junior we hit it off. That old charisma working its magic again I guess. I was due to head back north the following morning and Rick and his wife were off to visit their daughter in LA. Lee was interested in my photography and so suggested I stay one more night/day at her place and 'then I'll let you go', she said at the time.

Lee's home was small, feminine and boasted two bedrooms. Quite quaint really - I liked it and said so. We slept in the two separate bedrooms and I was up early the following morning making coffee when Lee appeared from her bedroom. We had breakfast showered (separately!) and then headed out. Lee wore short and a tee. I wore shorts and a polo shirt and I took my camera and one other lens, a zoom.

We walked a fair bit from the town until our only company was the sound of the waves and gulls wheeling overhead. I took a fair few shots of the coast and of Lee, she liked being the subject of my attention and the camera. Eventually she said she knew of an old lifeguard station just a little further on. That it would be great for some photos and then we could head back.

Sure enough as we rounded the next small headland there it was. A small white tower in the middle of nowhere. Lee climbed up it slowly, but it seemed sound enough. I took some photos from below of her posing on the stairs. Then she went up to the small roofed lookout point and I wandered away to the shoreline. A matter of fifty to a hundred yards.

I turned around and couldn't see her for a moment but then I did. She was still at the top of the station. The sun was turning her into a silhouette, so all I could really see was her outline. I walked back and by the time I arrived at the bottom of the steps she was standing looking over the parapet of the the station. Think is LL, she was topless and she wanted me to take shots of her. I wasn't going to refuse now, was I.

I didn't and started shooting away as she turned sideways, leaned over the parapet and even cupped her breasts in her hands. Just after that she stepped out from behind the parapet and I was then blown away by the fact that she wasn't just topless but fully naked and she looked great. A small breeze blew her hair as she walked halfway down and I continued to take shots. Then she sat on th steps right in front of me, which is when I got the shot above. No inhibitions on display at all. She had thrown her clothes onto the beach from the top of the station. I picked them up including the briefest of panties - smaller than my handkerchief!

When I turned around Lee was just a few feet away completely unabashed at her nakedness, looking out to sea. Behind us were the dunes and dune grass, quite a maze in fact at that point. She took my hand led me into the first bit of the dune area and started undressing me. Belt undone, then zipper while I took my polo shirt off.. It was a foregone conclusion that we were going to make love and we did twice. She was one hell of a lay LL. Whether that was because she was good at it or whether it was because she was single and very 'hungry', I don't know. But my memories of her on her back on the warm sand with her legs high and wide have stayed with me since that day.

I extended my stay with Lee and we didn't sleep in separate beds - she extended me, quite a few times and each and every time was great.

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