For LL in the NW - UK
Time to tell you all about Italy and a few asides as well..
As I mentioned previously, I spent two tours of several months there in 2006, mainly to learn the language and take photos. I achieved both, via various tutors and day to day life. I also met some lovely women along the way.
This blog has the first of the many women I met. Some for photos, others for fun and yet others to teach me...the language, LL. Some for all three, too. Great year 2006 was. Didn't know which way to turn for pretty women....and these were just the ones in Italy.
Talk about landing on my feet...as you once said... I already had and before 2006!
'Better to take change by the hand, before it takes you by the throat.' --- Winston Churchill
I had returned to northern Italy toward the end of my first stay and made my way to a lesser known lake, Lago d'Orta, in the northwest. I had travelled to visit the towns of Orta San Guilio and Omegna. I had a commission in the latter of which more on anther occasion.
On one of days I was there I decided to drive out of Omegna on the Via Omegna and into the mountains. The hillsides were heavily forested and there was a river running down from the mountains that helped feed the lake below. I drove some way, certainly up beyond the dam on that river. The road is narrow with crash barriers a fair way up, but room for cars to pass each way on two lanes.
Late morning I stopped. There were few vehicles and I found a place to pull over. I took my camera and climbed down to the river. It was made up of various rapids and relatively quiet pools between these rocky places. I settled down quietly on the north bank of the river and studied the area for shots. I took a few from the rock I was sitting on and wandered up and down the bank as far as I could. I vaguely remember hearing a car stop and then carried on.
As I walked up river LL, I heard a splash further down the river behind me. I continued taking shots then turned back to investigate. Imagine my surprise (and delight) to see a woman swimming. I didn't want to scare her so I made some noise and called out 'Buongiorno'. She was fully immersed in the river up to her shoulders but she waved and pointed at my camera and what she later called my paparazzi lens. It a large 600 mm job.
Then she made for me to take her photo, so I did - just head and shoulders. I sat down where I had before and close to where she was swimming. To review some of my photographs. I heard the lady swimming toward me and looked up. Through the clear water of the river I could see she was wearing nothing at all. She came very close to the bank and stood waist deep. That was when I took the shot above.
She looked fantastic. A lovely fit body and great boobs. Given that the river was pretty cool - fed by mountain water/snow melt - I needn't describe what it had done to her nipples. They were rigidly erect. She started toward me and I offered her my hand to help her ashore. It was only then that I noticed her clothes and towel behind a bush.
She stood there completely naked and smiled and said hello. Our few words then were in Italian, but she spoke passable English, so we used that interspersed with my faltering Italian and her slightly better English. All this short time she was standing there wet and dripping. The bush where the towel was located was dry, but hers wasn't. I reached back from where I was and handed her the towel. She was completely at ease with her nakedness and me seeing her.
She dried off, spread the towel on some grass and sat beside me - still naked LL. How often does something like that happen! IT was warm and getting warmer by now and we both lay back on the grass without talking. She completely nude - me clothed,...for now.
Without a word, she turned my way and kissed me. Then her hands were at my shirt which she removed fairly quickly. Her hand caressed my chest and along with her nakedness to spur me on I was rising to the occasion. We shuffled ourselves back into the trees and by then both naked we made love. Talk about chance happenings!
To tell you the truth LL, she was a damn good lay and she thought I was great too. I made her come twice which she loved. Thank God she wasn't a screamer. She was quite a moaner though.
After clambering back to the pull in, I followed her car to a place for lunch. Neither of us were going to leave each other just like that. After lunch she had a few things to do and I drove on a way leaving her behind.
However, we agreed to meet in Omegna the next day. I managed to smuggle her into my room that day and plenty of sex and bedroom frolics flowed that second day, in the afternoon. I loved playing with her boobs and she loved me doing it. She spent the night with me too after dinner. Quite a visit all told given that it truly was pure chance that we found ourselves 'together'. Her name was Francesca.
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I am diverting from Italy for this lady LL. This is England - Norfolk. A little aside from the theme of Italy, you might say,and a little on the side!
Ahhh, the wealthy. They seem to be more 'open', shall we say, than many others. It may be that it's boredom with their lifestyle, or merely that they seek some excitement 'on the side'.
Jane was dressed for the bedroom and outdoors in this shot. I'll leave you to figure that one out LL. We met through her husband who has a large house and a large acreage west of where I used to have a home in East Anglia. In my business days I called on them both for six monthly reviews and over the course of several years came to know them well.
Jane had spotted my website in late-ish 2004 and contacted me. I hadn't seen her or her husband since the late 1990's. I assumed. wrongly as it turned out, that she wanted to see me for my photographic skills.
She did in a way but that wasn't the underlying reason for her to come over to my place ... it was to have her come. I had her pose with the shotgun (it's not loaded) at a later date in woodland on her estate. Incidentally, there is nothing under those ... errr...clothes just Jane, and neither of us could let go to waste, so we didn't Or ....rather we did twice!
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We return to Italy for this little tale of language and the use of tongues. Gina was a teacher, probably still is, in a place just outside Milan. As I said previously, I had worked my down and back up Italy during my two separate stays in 2006.
This was at the beginning of my first visit. I had landed at Milan Malpensa Airport and was met by Gina in a small Fiat. I had arranged to rent an apartment for a couple of weeks, so that she could give me intensive tutoring and take me out and about in her town and in Milan to put what she taught me to use. As you know, I already had a smattering of the language, but it needed much more work to approach fluency.
She knew I was widowed, and therefore single. She was single. For the first few days of my stay I went to her apartment to start my 'lessons'. After some rudimentary pointers she thought it best to meet up with some of her friends and let them speak Italian with her guidance as to what they were saying and how to respond. That went well and I was speaking rather clumsily with the three other women and Gina in Italian, by day four.
Gina was a nice woman and not unattractive, but a little uptight. One of her friends, Vittoria, suggested it might be an idea to go out one evening and practice my Italian in a bar and then at dinner. I thought this was a great idea. Vittoria was attractive and outgoing . Apparent, even if I didn't understand all that she said. After several fairly intense days of concentrating on the language and eating dinner alone, I was up for some company.
Around eight I met with Vittoria outside my apartment and we walked the short distance to the area that contained most bars and restaurants. I had told her earlier that she should choose and I would, naturally, pick up the tab. As we walked away from my apartment building she slipped her arm through mine, which was rather nice.
It was somewhere she knew and where she was known, so we received great service and attention. After the meal we walked for a while and then having completed something of a circuit we were back at Victoria's apartment building she invited me up for a 'liquore' to round the evening off.
Curves of a different kind rounded the evening off in the end LL. I awoke to this sight in her bed, so I took a photo...just for the sake of it ... and then climbed into bed again to explore those curves further.
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At that time back in 2006 I had never been to the opera in Verona, but I did then. It was Tosca. In the arena I found myself sat next to an Italian musician and was able to speak a little Italian to her. She spoke English which made life a little easier for me, back then.
Her name is Claudia. She called me Pietro. We had a few words before the performance, just the niceties. When the interval came I realized she was alone and so we got to chatting. You know my propensity for words LL...or at least you did, once. After the performance, which was wonderful in the open air there, I suggested to Claudia that we might go for a drink and she agreed, somewhat to my surprise. Then I walked her back to her car and was about to head to my hotel when she said that maybe we might meet tomorrow for lunch. She had some sort of rehearsal in the morning.
Claudia plays the violin mainly but she can turn her hand to the cello. I saw her play in Verona three years ago, so as you can see we are still in touch.
We met for a mildly late lunch and spent a good part of the afternoon talking and drinking Aperol Spritzes. Then we went for a walk during which time we agreed to meet for dinner that evening. I am still to this day not sure why women find me such good company or why they are attracted to me but I am certainly not complaining as, whatever it is, it has stood me in good stead over the years LL.
It did so on this occasion too. Instead of meeting up for dinner later Claudia invited me back to her home that afternoon. We still went to dinner but whether it was the Aperol's effect on her or even perhaps me but we ended the afternoon having sex several times. The photo above was taken before those events. The flexibility of her thighs and the temptation of her boobs well in evidence in the photo.
Claudia proved her flexibility three times that afternoon and her boobs were more than satisfying for me then and again that night. Happy memories for both of us. There have been several follow ups, for want of a better phrase, over the years.
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This is Elisa in my pool at my home in Sorrento. I probably don't need to say much more. She spent the week there back in September 2006 and has been a regular visitor ever since.
You may wonder why I have a home in Sorrento. It has nothing at all to do with my time there with you...nothing at all. It has a lot to do with the times I spent there with my late first wife and the very happy times we spent there. I once was there with the Navy, as well, for a weekend's shore leave, but that was a long time ago.
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Naomi was an outrageous flirt. In her thirties, she had heard of me from another woman I had photographed in Ostia (it's on the coast near Rome). I had also had the pleasure with her as well. As is nearly always the case with the shoots that ended up 'elsewhere' this one started off innocently enough, or at least I thought it did LL.
A few portrait shots, some full length ones indoors and outside in her tiny back yard and some in partial shadow. It was only when we were sting together reviewing the shoot on my laptop that I turned to Noemi who was resting her arms on her knees and noticed she was not wearing a bra. I could have sworn she was earlier - nipples have a habit of showing up in light blouses and shirts. She had taken it off of course between changes of clothes.
As we reviewed them, she leaned against me then, a little later on, placed her hand on my thigh. When she then stood and I closed the laptop and remained sitting there she removed her skirt. No bra and no panties were the order of the day it seemed. Her groin was just about level with my face. I took the shot above LL. Neither of us had said anything about sex, but it was inevitable and definitely on the menu!
We made love in her bedroom. Me on top, her on top and once from behind. I surprised myself by being able to come twice. It may have been down to Noemi's nice tight pussy, but I think it was rather more down to her very sexy and hungry approach to the proceedings.
Afterward, while we lay side by side she said - 'Chiara was right. You are a great lover!' That's the English version the Italian which is what she uttered was........ 'Chiara aveva ragione. Sei un grande amante! ' She was referring to my client in Ostia.
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This lady isn't Italian, but English. The location is the Lido near Venice. Julie was my lover before Carole and lived nearby in a small place called Stow Bedon. Strangely, it was her who asked me if she could vacation with me while I was in Venice so I picked her up at Marco Polo (the airport) and took her to my place on the Fondamente Nove. Another place you didn't know I had LL. I have owned that place since the mid 1990's.
I didn't think Venice would be your scene. You never seemed to have the same cultural awareness that I do. You as it turned out and still turns out are a sun sand and beach person. Quite shallow really. Not the beach...you!
Julie on the other hand did appreciate Venice and we enjoyed ourselves greatly on that trip.. It was just over a week. great food, great buildings and great love making.
Julie? Julie was my secretary before I left banking. At that time she was married but I bumped into her in a well known supermarket in a place called Watton, when she told me she was divorced and I told her I was widowed. We commiserated with each other and then I invited her out to dinner, so we might catch up on old times, LL.
We ate at local pub restaurant that I knew well. Julie and I had worked closely together in my banking days and we formed a close working relationship. She is also an attractive woman, which hadn't gone unnoticed on my part while working with her. In a nutshell, we were good buddies when we were working - nothing more. However when I met her again after just over five years we had both been through some trauma in our lives.
That night we ate out and I was ready to drive her home she said she would like to do two things. One was to sleep at my place and two to sleep with me That started our relationship LL which lasted until I remarried in 2009.
Our familiarity made our lovemaking that little bit special, tender and emotionally very satisfying.
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While I was in Venice I had several commissions that I could drive to. Back then I used rental cars. One was arranged through an Italian friend in London for a lady who lived in Trento, which is a little north of Lake Garda.
After Julie had gone home, I started on the few commissions I had to fulfill and chose Benedetta's as the first. I dove up there and met her as arranged. She owned an old farmhouse, inherited apparently from an uncle. It was nicely appointed and she told me she had spent a lot of euros on it.
Benedetta showed me around before we got started on the photographs. The next nearest house was down a hill about a quarter mile away and the views were beautiful. Almost splendid isolation, although she told me she only came there in the better months. Her 'real' home is in Milan and she also spent/spends time in Naples where she has family.
We walked a bit up the hill and I managed to get some good shots across the valley. Then we started on the shoot. I was still feeling my way back then and my lower fees reflected that fact. However, I was improving with every commission LL. I took shots of Benedetta indoors and outdoors. All clothed. Formal and informal. She was pleased with the results.
Then she walked me across to an old barn, still full of rustic bits and pieces and a little hay, although the place hadn't been worked for at least a year as she had sold most of the land off. Once we were in the barn on that lovely warm day in the mountains she suggested some lingerie shots against the rustic backdrop. I though she would look great given the background and said so. I won't lie, I guess part of my encouragement was because I wanted to see her in her underwear.
Firstly she let down her long hair, then asked me to undo her zipper at the back of her dress. Once that was done she struck a number of poses and I took photos. She looked great. Being possessed of a lovely curvy figure helped a lot! Then she undid and remove her bra, LL, and I continued to shoot her. Finally, she removed her panties. I managed a few more shots of her standing naked of which the one above was one.
After that all I recall is being stripped off in the hay, between Benedetta's legs and about to enter her. I think that was the first time you might say that 'hitting the hay', had more than one meaning. In a way it was exciting making love to her in that old barn. Having sex outside always has a certain something to it. It was outside more or less as both ends of the small barn were open.
She came twice, I came once. I was shooting but it wasn't photos this time. She made a joke about the hay and seed...mine after I had deposited it inside her. I was staying that night so our next bout was in the comfort of her bed, but it is the bran escapade that I rather like to recall most. I took an extra night with her before heading back to Venice.
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Italy again, but this time in an hotel at a place called Torretta Mare near Taranto. I had been slowly working my way along the coast of Puglia and Taranto (the province) take photographs for my portfolio of travels in Italy in the Spring of 2006. Incidentally, I still found time to email you LL to keep you worrying and wondering. You deserved all that and probably more if the truth be known.
I still haven't forgotten the jewellery, that is on my list. You can return it now or it's monetary equivalent, or....face the law at a time to be chosen.
The hotel I was staying at in Torreta Mare was just for a few days before moving on. However it was quite lively with Italians, other Europeans and a few Brits staying there. Among them was Mandy, who features in the photograph. In the few hours I had spent by the hotel pool. I had seen Mandy in her bikini. What man can't look at an attractive woman and especially clad in that way. She had said hello twice and we had exchanged smiles. Given her age and the other women she was with I though nothing further about it.
One day when I headed back to my room in the mid to late afternoon, who should catch my door before it closed and follow me in but Mandy. That day was the day above in the photo and she was dressed as you see her although her right boob wasn't on display at that point.
I guessed there must have been a dearth of young men around for her to follow me into my room, but I was wrong. Mandy had also been drinking a bit, but she wasn't drunk. I turned around as she entered the room and smiled at her (and looked her up and down), LL. Before I could say anything she had flung her arms around my neck and her lips were on mine. I succumbed to her kisses and succumbed to kissing.
I placed my arms around her back (no bra in evidence so my hands told me). Talking of evidence, it was evident that she wanted to get laid and quite frankly LL so did I. She looked great and was up for it...later down, of course! I was still in my swimmers and a polo and she just had those shorts and top. The photo I took above was when she said to me just where she wanted to be licked...and then demonstrated it!
Off came her top, off came mine then I was hands on those breasts. What a pleasure that was while we continued our kissing. W broke off to complete our stripping. I took my swimmers off and out popped my erection. Mandy turned to face the bed and her butt facing me as she removed her shorts. I was sorely tempted, LL, as she bent over displaying her pussy to me, sorely tempted.
Then she stood up straight and I placed my body against her back and took her boobs in hand. She for her part, spread her legs a little allowing me to slide my cock between them and find her pussy. The more I caressed and squeezed and cupped her boobs the wetter she became, Soon we were sliding to and fro on each other quite easily. Mandy said she found it very sexy.
To add to the eroticism I grabbed a bottle of oil, I always travel with, from the dresser behind me. Without asking I opened the bottle poured a little over each of Mandy's breasts and then spread it all around those lovely orbs. I found it very sexy and so did Mandy.
She was a lot wider open down there now and so we retired to the bed where she lay on her back with her legs apart panting slightly in anticipation... Instead of doing what she expected and entering her I buried my head between her legs and licked her and stoked her until she was on the point of coming. Then to the sound of her heavy breathing and moans, I stopped momentarily. I found that when I do that women beg me to continue. Mandy did, she begged me to carry on.
Having stopped right on the edge of her orgasm when I restarted she came immediately. I mounted her slid inside, bent over her oiled boobs and licked her nipples. they were had and erect by now LL. Mandy was feeling the full force of my thrusts and loving it....she said so between breaths. I looked down to see her lips encasing my wet cock as it came in and out of her. She looked down too.
At some point she spread her legs as far as they would go and I reckoned she was close to coming again. Sure enough she did. I think she thought that was it LL. Two orgasms and she was laying there catching her breath. Both her face and boobs flushed read. It wasn't. I hadn't come yet. My thrusting continued. I knew I was close and in fact most guys can control when they come, so I slowed a little exploring her still cramping pussy. I was still hard as a rock and filled her young firm pussy.
Slowly as I had slowed my thrusting she regained her breath and told me how she was enjoying my slow thrusting. I can't hang on forever so at that point I started thrusting harder, coming down firmly on what I judged was her ultra sensitive clit and sure enough she was shouting out before long as she hit the heights a third time right when I unloaded inside her.
Mandy was/is English and over the few days I was there she came back for more. Mainly in the afternoons, but she spent one whole night with me. When I was back in the UK I phoned her in Bournemouth. During that conversation, which was rather sexy and intimate, she told me how I had 'exhausted' her in Italy. No mean feat for this older man, which incidentally Mandy preferred...an older man that is. We met up a few times...mainly for one thing, but not exclusively.
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Anna posed for this shot wearing just her shoes and that umbrella. We had been conducting a shoot that I had reached the stage where she wanted nude shots when it started raining.
A little background. Anna was referred to me by a dear friend in Florence, Italy. Anna lives in Livorno which is a coastal town due west of Florence. I drove over there from my 'base' in Florence after the day for the shoot was set up. I had checked the weather, I always do, but what happened was one of those short sharp summer showers that caught Anna and I out at an inopportune moment.
The sun had shone previously, which allowed the shoot inside her home and outside to take place. Nudity wasn't planned for the shoot but it came about after I had photographed Anna in her lingerie. She had shed it indoors where too k a few shots, all quite tasteful and then decided to moved outside when the heavens opened. I grabbed the umbrella from a pot in the porch of the house and handed to Anna.
That was when I persuaded her to pose as she has above. She loves it and so do I, catching the curve of her hips as it does and her legs. I guess on reflection the umbrella was for her hair more than anything as the rest of her was just skin. We went inside and she said for me to follow her upstairs while she dried off. I guessed she was going to get dressed then. Following her up those stairs was a delight and she knew what it was doing to me too!
After a brief drying off she had my shorts and shirt off in short order. My stuff was wet - no umbrella. There we were both naked. Damp bodies facing each other, sizing each other up. Then looking down at me gradually rising at the sight of her body she said 'Mmm what have here!' In actual fact she said "Mmm, cosa ho qui!"
Then we were pressed against each other and kissing. I'll leave you to guess where my erection went LL. I caressed her back, squeezed her but and our hands roamed over each other. I kissed her on her neck, both sides. I could feel her breasts sticking to me and then she started thrusting. Rubbing her pussy along my length. While she did this LL, she placed her hands on my shoulders leaving me able to take her boobs in hand, tweak her nipples and caress her body.
She had gotten herself into a state where all she wanted was to be laid and so she was. It was delightful. It always has been when it is unexpected. At least it was on my part. Anna told me as we lay side by side that I had come recommended and she wasn't talking about photography. I laughed at that and she asked why. I explained the play on words from 'come'. She was pretty and pretty damn good as a lover too.
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Sofia was quite a beauty LL as you can see immediately above. She was my next job after Trento. I drove up to Bolzana from Venice following the same route.
Sofia has Austrian blood hence her blonde hair. That part of Italy is the South Tyrol and there are German language as well as Italian signage. She was another recommended client. Word of mouth worked wonders LL. To think just a year before I was 'faffing' about with you, when beauties like Sofia were waiting for me out there.
According to my brief she spent a lot of time in Austria and Switzerland and was/is independently wealthy. That was apparent when I was greeted at her home. It turned out this was just one of several places she owned (and at a relatively young age) and was as she put it her escape place. Where she could relax in the mountains and be herself.
I was privileged it seemed as not many people either knew or visited there. It was only the recommendation from Benedetta (the lady a little way above) that opened this opportunity for me. After greeting me Sofia led me inside what looked like a Swiss lodge from the outside. In side it was very nicely appointed and quite personal from the items I saw about the place. After the usual preliminaries and the offer of a light lunch which I accepted, we started the photographs that Sofia sought...or at least what I thought she thought.
I didn't take that many. Mainly a few portrait shots and some informal stuff inside and outside, followed by what had become the inevitable lingerie photos. Not that I have ever complained about that aspect LL!!
She did the bra and panties thing several times. One bra was see through, as were the panties and then she reappeared in the bodice like garment. I'm not sure what they call them over there LL but here they are referred to as a 'Body'. This was to be the final shot Sofia said and it almost was.
Seems Benedetta had more than recommended me, she had told Sofia about our sexual encounter as well. Sofia interned to try me out it seemed for the next thing was that she had removed the bodice from her shoulders and breasts and slipped it over her hips, down her thighs and stood there naked. The conversation about my being 'recommended' took place while she did this. I followed her in stripping off.
I bet you can imagine how excited my body was, evidenced by an erection that transfixed Sofia's eyes. While she was looking downward I was taking in her breasts and curves with my own eyes also drawn southward. After our sex LL, twice...once from behind she told me as she was snuggled up, that it was Benedetta who had told her about my prowess in bed and she said her friend was 100% correct.
Sofia was quite loving in fact and asked me to stay. A lot of the women I have laid love the sex, but beyond that we are just good friends who enjoy our bodies. Sofia was different in her loving gestures and approach, especially after that first bout of lovemaking.
We lay on the bed naked for about an hour or more that afternoon, talking and cuddling. Then Sofia climbed onto my legs sitting astride them and aroused my fella one more time while I contented myself with her generous boobs. It didn't take long for me to be fully erect again or for Sofia to be wet and wide.
She guided me in, mad herself comfortable and started rocking on me while she bent forward and asked me to lick her nipples. They soon responded and she was rocking faster and faster, moaning as she did. I was pretty much motionless as she did all the work LL. Her face was a picture as I looked up at her frowning, red in the face eyes tight shut and her mouth forming that classic 'O' as he uttered her ohhh's, just before she came. Then she collapsed on to p of me with my erection still inside her as her pussy cramped against it.
When she had finished I rolled her onto her back and took her. She was pretty helpless in a way, being fairly exhausted from her previous efforts. My turn to do all the work and have myself come. Some rapid thrusting while I held her legs aloft and I could feel myself getting there. Sofia took her legs in hand then and held them very wide apart. She was soaking don there so I knew I was doing something right. I wanted her to come when I did so I slammed down hard on her clit and sure enough as I felt the rush within myself Sofia came again. Perfect timing. I was pumping into her as she was cramping and contracting with her orgasm.
The next couple of times I saw Sofia were in Switzerland and London. She has also been a guest at my place in Cannes LL. I bet you would like to be a guest there too. Shame you messed up and missed your chance.
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The low hanging fruit sure does grow large in Italy, must be all that sun and....sexual passion. It was certainly the case with Arianna.
Not a commission, just some one I came to know during 2006 from frequenting a particular restaurant in Sorrento. No, LL, not La Lanterna. There's a lot more to the town than you ever saw, although I do believe your boobs once bore comparison with Arianna's. Albeit, hers are younger. This shot was taken in Sorrento one afternoon in early September in her back garden which is completely enclosed and 100% private. I still see her when I am there...and occasionally we 'get together', both us are older now of course but her body is just as great.
I will leave you to imagine the fun I had with her breasts and her legs wrapped around me while were conjoined (having sex to you).
Italy has been very kind to me in many ways. Come to that, so has France and here in the US. England too, but England also holds bad and sad memories....I am sure you can guess the bad LL. Of all the many women in my life you are the one and only that I would class as bad. No others let me down...ever. That must tell you something about yourself. I thought you had qualities I could admire and love. Instead they turned out to be ones based selfishness, a self centred approach, deceitfulness, coldness and low moral standards. I could go on but that is part of what I think of you.
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From large to medium and the slender lines of Berenice. A lady of elegance, style and an insatiable sexual appetite. This shot was taken in Milan, where she had rented a property for a few weeks. Berenice is French, but the location of course was Italy.
I first met her in Paris whilst she was with her husband. I had just started in a small way to explore property possibilities in that country and her husband was fairly high up in a nationwide realtors or agents immobiliers in French. Whilst I was on that visit in the early part of 2006, I had the pleasure of meeting Berenice. He was older than me by a fair bit and I was able to flirt a little with Berenice when I was invited to a dinner party at their Paris home.
From there and from a little surreptitious touching things expanded (in more ways than one!) to the point where she invited me to their place near Milan, while her husband was busy with business in Paris. It was essentially two or three things that made this possible. A somewhat neglected wife, an under performing husband and pure boredom on her part.
That was put bright with a vengeance when I arrived at their place near Milan. Ever elegant Berenice looked perfect when I arrived. Her usual slim self, impeccable make-up and hair and a glass of Champagne to the ready to great me. From memory she was dressed in a shirt top and a pair of trousers that hugged her figure and backside beautifully.
She looked impeccable in bed too. I remember the first time we made love in that house near Milan. She lay there on the bed naked, her legs together and still looked elegant and indeed beautiful. That changed when she let her tiger loose. Or, rather I let it loose with my tongue, to start with. After her first orgasm and once I was inside her, we rolled around in that bed so much I though we might fall off the edge.
It started in the tome tried way, me on top thrusting, then she rolled me over and took pole position on top. If that wasn't enough, we were then fucking each other on our sides. No meek and mild submissive with Berenice LL. I ended up on top to give her a second orgasm and, not having come myself, I turned her over almost immediately and took her from behind.
Talk about shouting, groaning, moaning and screaming. She did the lot. My balls were tight and hitting her clit (I know what I am doing, and who😜). That caused her to come a third time, just before I did.
Berenice had told me beforehand that she had a tremendous sexual appetite. That afternoon, she told me I had sated it but it arose (and so did I) when we went to bed that first night. Over breakfast we talked. She admitted she hadn't had good sex for quite a few years and what she did have with her husband was very intermittent. However, our bouts together the day before were she said mind blowing - she thought I was going to blow her brains out!
Needless to say that wasn't the last time we saw/have seen each other.
A footnote to the above. I did ask here whether her husband noticed any difference in her when she returned to Paris. Berenice told me that he had and put it down to the break she had. I don't think Marcel is a fool and he must know he wasn't satisfying his much younger wife, so I guess if he suspected anything he was being tactful.
Everyone satisfied....including me!
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Talking of satisfaction, you are looking at it in the photo above of Alessandra. That is one very satisfied woman lying there and one equally satisfied man taking the shot. What a body to pleasure and have the pleasure of.
She hails from Naples Italy, but the shot was taken in a friend's outhouse come guest accommodation near Terracina some way to the north. It was pretty basic but it had a nice bed and that was all we needed. Eating out, drinking out...mainly....took care of our other subsidiary needs.
I guess I should explain that Alessandra became a close assistant to me as I searched for a place in Sorrento during 2006. She didn't work for any agent and in fact has become my main agent in southern Italy. Back then we had stumbled across each other when I opened an Italian bank account. She worked at the bank. We became friends as I returned there with various needs, banking ones. Eventually, I asked her out to dinner following which I discovered she had needs and they weren't banking ones!
The shot above was taken one weekend several months on from that dinner. You are looking at a woman who has woken up wanting sex in the morning and having come three times before breakfast and a shower. She told me it was so good she was aching inside and her legs were wobbly (I keep notes, including ones of your 'performances, LL - on a scale of 1-10, I guess you are a 2/3 - she was a 9!)
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Marta was my first Italian....model, LL. This photo session is right at the end of 2006. Funnily enough just a year since we parted, give or take a month or so.
As you might imagine it was a real pleasure. In this instance there was no sex, no 'hanky panky'. Just a beautiful woman posing for the camera, clothed and nude. She was quite without any hang ups at my seeing her naked. As you can see LL, Marta had in my view just about perfect breasts.
In 2007 we met as friends when I invited her down from Rome to my new place, then, in Sorrento. That time we did sleep together and I became much closer acquainted with her beautiful body...much closer.
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Gioia, I liked her name the first time I heard her say it and I like it now, just as much. Saying it brings back some fond and lovely memories.
Another chance meeting in an hotel in Rome brought us together for a few days. At the time I was working my way around Italy. A few days here, a few days there. Mainly, but not exclusively, keeping to the coastline. However, despite my general routing I took a few days off in Rome and enjoyed a rather luxurious hotel.
Gioia was also staying at the hotel, alone and there for some business course. WE first met when we were both enjoying a drink in the hotel bar, but not at the bar. At separate tables, I was reading off and on and she was flicking over pages in a folder. From a glance I could see copious notes, which I later found out were from her course.
From time to time I would glance over and from time to time Gioia would sneak a surreptitious glance of me. I pretended I hadn't noticed and she did likewise. Then we both looked up at each other at the same time. I smiled and she smiled. Luckily she spoke English, I was still very much in the learning phase when it came to my Italian.
At her invitation I joined her at her table and made small talk for a while. That developed into where we came from, what we did. Was I single, was she single etc etc. I asked her to join me for dinner and she agreed. We found a nice family place in the Cipro district and sat there fairly late into the evening, the latter part of which we were plied with free Limoncello liquori at the end of the meal.
Once back at the hotel we took the lift to my floor which was the first stop. Gioia asked to see my room so we went in and she loved it. Far better than hers she said. Apparently, that was at the top of the hotel. I basically had a suite, after all I could afford it.
Gioia kicked off her shoes and flopped on my bed. We both knew what was coming....both of us. I kicked off my shoes and joined her. We kissed and then she started to undo the belt on my trousers. I returned the favor by unzipping her dress, all the way down her back to her butt. Her skin was warm and my hand traced her curves as far as I could at that stage.
Then we both stood, stripped off completely buried ourselves under the duvet and embraced and kissed. Her body was hard against mine. Her soft boobs on my chest and my erection she allowed between her legs. It didn't take long for her thrusting against me to make her wet and receptive. Gioia rolled onto her back. I flicked the duvet back and she spread her legs. My tongue went to work and she came after her pussy and clit had received the appropriate attention.
Then I knelt up as she regained her breath a little and her moans subsided. I looked down at her pussy. Wet pink and very much open. That was where I wanted to be, sliding in there and giving pleasure to both of us. I glanced at her face. She was smiling and a little flushed. I took both her breasts in my hands and squeezed and caressed them and then tweaked her nipples. While I was doing this she had my cock in her hand wanting it inside her.
I guided myself in and we fucked slowly and leisurely for a while. Her pussy was generous LL and I had no trouble entering. I slid to and fro for a while until Gioia urged me on with her own upward thrusts. That triggered me into faster thrusting pushing her down and upward on the bed. She gripped the bedding with both hands to slow her motion toward the headboard, moaning lots as she did so then she started to shout out as she neared another orgasm, at which which point I felt myself coming.
We both came in a rush. Me not able to stop my pumping motion and her cramping hard against my cock inside her. It was great...one of the best and I have had a lot of women. Definitely a 9 on my scorecard.
We had had more than enough to drink and shortly after we both fell asleep. Gioia had an early start the following morning so we woke at the crack of dawn. Her start was not so early that she didn't have time to straddle me and have sex again. I didn't come then, but we showered together in my large shower and I took her from behind in there with us both coming under a deluge of water and soap suds. That was very sexy LL.
The following evening, the Thursday before her course finished and she would return home, we had dinner again, we had sex again that night and once again in the morning. After breakfast I waled out with her and took her case to the taxi for the railroad station. We kissed briefly and she was gone. Not forgotten, nor gone forever. I met her in Rome again, same hotel but this time we only had the one room...mine.
The photo was taken in the hotel room the morning after the first night.
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After my encounter with Gioia in Rome, I headed north along the coast to Civitavecchia, where I had an appointment with a lady called Giulia, the gorgeous woman above. I had met her first of all early in 2006 via Elisa, who I have talked of above, while you were telling me how you always make the wrong decisions.
The idea was that I take photos of Giulia for her portfolio. She was in the fashion industry in Rome. It seems that my exploits with Elisa and maybe another had gone before me.
The photography went well enough and seriously enough. That took most of the morning. Nothing was said about anything sexual. She served up lunch and after that was over suggested some lingerie shots, to which I agreed. Giulia is or was slim, but well endowed up top so I was looking forward to taking some great shots. It was very hot, I remember that. Giulia had curtains and blinds partly drawn in the house which created some great shadows across her body as she slipped in and out of various items of lingerie.
At one point, during another change of bra and panties, she called me into her bedroom. She was topless LL. More shots followed and I have to say that at that point her breasts had my full attention. The shot above is one of those photos. The judicious use of the curtain makes it rather special don't you think?
Topless, then bottomless.
It was about then that she said that she had heard I was rather good in bed. Modesty forbid me from confirming that but I there was only one way to find out. She found out LL. I stripped and as I lost by boxers what should pop out but a full on erection. Not surprising given Giulia's body and those superb boobs. Standing behind her with my erection strategically placed between her legs I was soon hands on with her breasts.
They were very firm, responsive and a delight to handle. For her part Giulia was very horny. Her pussy, which was now partially enveloped around my cock was hot and wet. Giulia was sliding to and fro on it. I released my hand from her right boob and massaged the front of her pussy until her little pearl was nice and erect. Rubbing it rapidly had her moaning and arching her back against me. then she came while standing up. Giulia bent forward and put her arms on the bed as she cramped with her orgasm uttering her satisfaction at the same time.
Then she just stayed there and said for me to take her, so I did from behind. She loved it LL....so did I. My hands reached her boobs while I was thrusting into her and she just kept saying more or rather di Più, di Più, which amounts to the same thing. Her head turned toward me watching as I gave it all I had. I was surprised how much firm 'banging' she could take on her pussy. Being how I am am, I was able to keep going for a fair time. The wetter and wider she became the harder I became. All the time filling her pussy with my cock. Giulia's cries alternated between groans, moans, shouts and eventually screams when she came.
I followed fairly closely behind brought on by her pussy tightening around my erection...a wonderful feeling. I was pumping into her for nearly a minute, it was that good. Then we both collapsed on her bed. Giulia was exhausted, flushed, panting and hot all over. I put my arm around her and she snuggled up and surprise, surprise dozed off for a while.
That wasn't the end of it LL, but that is all I will relate here. One thing. She confirmed to me that I had lived up to my reputation!
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Francesca came much earlier in the year...and indeed came quite readily!
Life before 2006 with you and others wasn't bad but it really took off in 2006. I managed also to be in the UK a fair bit, enjoying women like Kim, Denise, Julia, Carole, Karen and all the others plus several visits over here in the States. Surprising what you can cram into a year if you really try and I had every incentive to try.
Francesca worked in London at the offices of that insurance company. On my regular visits there during 2002 - 2004 and a little beyond we had enjoyed coffee and lunch together. When I left she contacted me and invited me to Italy where her real home was. I took off shortly after I met you to get my ring back and stayed with Francesca in Pescara on the Adriatic coast. It is lovely in summer, but this was late January so it rained a fair bit, but we managed to find more than enough to occupy us indoors.
We had been friends for a while and it was only a small step to enjoying a full sexual relationship which is what Francesca wanted from me. Given her 'assets' two of which appear above, I needed no second bidding so we slept together right from the first night of my stay. In fact scratch that it was right from the first afternoon, which is when the shot above was taken. That underwear was just for me and to make Francesca feel sexy.
She was a very comfortable lay LL Her body was nicely covered. Good legs, strong thighs and those lovely boobs to enjoy myself with. Her pussy was tight around my erection and generous enough to take my full length...unlike yours. We made love lots in the week we were there. Francesca was a little different than a most of the women I have had in that she came quite quickly during our lovemaking, then kept coming. A lady who enjoyed multiple orgasms every time almost and would also gush, erupting around my cock while I was still in motion. Very sexy.
We flew back to London together, she went back to work in London and I returned to Norfolk briefly, keeping myself entertained there without any problem with my succession of female 'friends'.
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I took this shot in Milan in November in a rented studio. The lady is a woman called Maria who had commissioned me to take a series of covered photos of her. Nothing nude and nothing intimate, although I did see her nude there and I did see her intimately...and feel her.
I had no indication of that when we met at the studio, nor did I show any thing but my professional side. However it became apparent during the shoot that she was after something in addition to her photographs. Once she stood stark naked and removed her earrings, walked over and put her arms around my neck and her body very close to mine, there was nowhere to put my hands except on her.
It was one of those situations where not a word was spoken but what was unsaid was more than enough. My belt was undone for me and my shirt unbuttoned, then slender warm fingers slipped down inside my chinos and found what they were seeking. From there it didn't take very long at all to join Maria in her nakedness and join her on the old couch in that studio.
I had rented the studio for two days (Maria wasn't my only client in Milan). It seemed I had rented Maria too. We made love twice on that lumpy old couch. Once with her on top, once with me in that position.
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This is an old one LL. Not 2006 but 1966. Not Italy but my parent's front room!
There is an Italian connection though. We had just come back from Lido di Jessolo. I had managed tho squeeze a week away, being on leave from training from RN College in Dartmouth. We were both eighteen and full of raging hormones. From that you can guess how we filled the week...each and ever night and a few other times.
The lady was a girl called Liz and was my girlfriend for a while. At the time you were aged 12. I was always ahead of you in life and still am!!
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Martina is a country girl and that was where this shot was taken in the hills of Tuscany in 2006. She loved/loves it and so do I. We made love there on that blanket LL, miles from anyone. There's something different and exciting when the sun is on your back (mine the first time) and you are humping a beautiful woman. She got to have the sun on her back too....the second time.
I met Martina in Florence. Not a commission, just one of those chance encounters...and I never pass up a chance. It was a busy restaurant near the Duomo. Usual thing few spare tables, so we shared, talked and I was invited to see parts of Tuscany I had never been to. That is not innuendo but I guess it could be.
Martina was the perfect host driving me around her countryside which was beautiful. I had intended driving myself back to Florence, but she insisted I stay over night, so I did. Separate rooms and we both slept separately until early the next morning when a naked Martina slipped into my bed. The rest as the saying goes is history.
We were out in the hills when we made love on my second day there. We had taken a picnic, Italian style and it was great food. For me as country boy as well it was a wonderful location. Just the birds, the sun and Martina. We made love after our food and wine as we relaxed in that meadow. It was late August so just perfect.
Then I went back home to Norfolk to continue my relationship with Carole and continue fucking her LL. She liked to be fucked lots and very regularly.
Life of Riley for me...and you, well you chose the fat man while I went on to add to my millions and enjoy a plethora of other women. You really did make the wrong choice. Just look at the life you lead.....
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Tucked up in a far corner of Lake Garda not a million miles from Campione is a villa and that villa is owned by a lady called Vittoria. I first met her in London through a friend and at a party near the City.
Over the inevitable drinks and canapes, I told her about my learning Italian and my interest in photography. From that conversation and the fact we got on rather well she invited me to Italy, to her home. Vittoria pointed out that I could combine a number of things. See a part of Italy I hadn't seen before, practice my skills on her (they were her exact words, although at the time I took it to mean photography) and improve my Italian.
I managed to carry all three, plus the implied skill in her remark.
I was not so naive as to imagine staying with an attractive woman in her late thirties on our own wouldn't lead to something, so I went with expectations in the Spring of 2007. Those expectations were fulfilled LL.
Vittoria had no qualms about being nude and in fact spent a good part of the day while I was there dressed in just a flimsy gown with nothing beneath. She knew she was being titillating as she would often stand at a large window in the mornings, knowing that the sunlight would show her body beneath. When I did eventually arrive it didn't take long for her to get down to the business of having sex. I managed to dump my stuff in a bedroom, have some coffee and then a light lunch having driven up from Verona. Straight after that, wearing her flimsy gown that she had greeted me in, she just said 'take me to bed'...quite straightforwardly.
So I did.
Never pass up on a chance in life LL. You have no doubt learnt that now. I took the opportunity that was afforded me by Vittoria and I am mighty pleased I did. We had a wonderful time with our bodies over the five days I was there...and there was pretty much nothing she didn't know in that area.
That first afternoon when she dropped that gown to the floor in her bedroom and I saw her naked body I knew I was in for a fun time. As I stripped off she teased me by cupping her breasts, stroking them, putting her hand between her legs and then putting her finger in her mouth.
To say that aroused me, would be a massive understatement. I was rigid by the time I found my way between her legs and they went off at an angle you could only dream of. The first time with a new woman or for the woman with a new man is a voyage of discovery of learning likes and dislikes. Vittoria liked just about everything. From me eating her pussy while she sucked me off, to reverse cow girl and all the usual positions. She loved to be taken from behind in the shower as well. What a week that was!
The shot above was taken early one morning on the lakeside. We went out in that little boat a couple of times and although we couldn't make love in it, we did a fair amount of 'exploring' and I made her come a couple of times... she made me come once. Use your imagination LL!
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I was supposed to be elsewhere when this little opportunity came about.. This shot was taken in early 2007 on another trip to Italy. This time it was Venice and I had rented an apartment, one of two on the first floor (I nearly put second there because over here the first floor is the one at ground level). The other was occupied by Ilaria who appears above.
I had seen her of course over a couple of days as we both came and went from our respective apartments and I sometimes heard her singing and splashing, so I guessed it was her having a bath. When you are alone in an apartment your imagination can run riot imaging a lady in her bath LL.
Anyway I was all ready to go out taking photos with my camera when I had a knock on my door. I had planned to go out to Burano which is really quaint and colorful. I answered the door and it was Ilaria. She apparently had a problem with her sink and wondered of I could help. I guess she must have just showered as part of her hair was damp and she was wearing a towelling gown.
Sure enough her kitchen sink was a bit blocked. She had no plunger so I used her dishcloth and rammed it up and down over the waste outlet until it suddenly cleared. Ilaria then asked me to check her bathroom sink as well, which was fair enough as they were probably linked to the same waste pipe. Her bathroom was through her bedroom and off it. The same configuration as the place I rented. There didn't seem to be a problem but just to be on the safe side I gave it a plunge. All seemed OK.
Ilaria was waiting in the bedroom. I used one of her towels to dry my hands and walked into the bedroom still doing so. She was standing there, gown gone and topless. The only thing she wore was her panties
To cut a long story short, I had been entrapped in the nicest possible way. Now I was being enticed and I am always open to that with a pretty and willing woman. She helped me out of my clothes right down to my boxers LL. Then we ceremoniously removed each others remaining underwear. My boxers dropping to the floor along and in unison with her panties. We embraced and kissed. My hands at first on her back but then on her butt squeezing it softly, her boobs pressed against my chest.
I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my holding on around my neck with her hands. That brought my cock into contact with her pussy and from there we couldn't stop the inevitable. I got her started in the usual way with my head buried between her legs and my tongue stroking her clitoris. She was nice and wet and also smelled nice from an earlier shower or bath.
Moans and groans in Italian sound the same as in English and she moaned a lot just before her first orgasm. While she was still in the throes of it I mounted her sliding into what turned out to be a rather nice tight pussy that had only just stopped contracting. I took my time with her. It is just as pleasurable for me to thrust slowly as it apparently is to be on the receiving end, apparently. Ilaria enjoyed my slow approach and she told me so while I was sliding slowly in and out.
She told me that her previous experiences had been those of men who just wanted their own pleasure and came quickly without thinking about her. I continued slowly, gyrating every now and again which she really enjoyed. Then came the point where neither of us wanted to wait much longer and she said for me to go faster. That made her come almost immediately to my surprise and I had only just started!
Fucking a woman hard while she is having an orgasm is something rather nice. All that cramping and contracting tells me I have given her what she wants and that there is more to come. In Ilaria's case that was very true she came twice more and the second time coincided with my own ejaculation. That was the first time she had had a multiple orgasm apparently.
I never did get to Burano that day, LL, of course, but I did get to sleep with Ilaria. The photo above along with two or three others were taken in my apartment the following day.
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A commission in Florence for a lady called Bianca. This one I went into with eyes open LL. The year is 2008 and we had enjoyed a relationship for over year when I took the photo above along with others. Bianca paid me even though I insisted she didn't need to. The shoot was to be and indeed was one staged around her sexiness and her not inconsiderable 'assets'.
The shot above will give you a flavor of what I mean. There was nothing under that top she is stretching down over her pussy. When she stood up it was on full display. However, it wasn't as if I hadn't seen it before....or since.
We first met once again in 2006 during my extended stays in Italy and formed what you might call a come and go relationship. She came and sometimes I had to go. I came and she sometimes had to go. In essence, it was an occasional but intense sexual relationship. Once she had tasted my lovemaking capabilities, she was forever hungry for the next time. For my part she was a very good lay and I told Bianca many times how much I enjoyed being with her and inside her.
I am in Italy again this summer and Bianca is expecting me, albeit we will have to be careful as she is now ....married.
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Hard to recall now but I thinks they were so firm and responsive that I nearly came without even being anywhere near her pussy. In those days I was even more easily aroused than I am now and had even more stamina. By the end of our two days leave she was exhausted, but very happy, as was I. It wasn't all sex, but it was mostly.
Happy days, happy memories. Not a bad life then and not bad one now.
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Ciao
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