Francesca

For LL in the UK

This was one of the early ladies I met in Italy on my first photographic trip there, back in 2007. 

Why women are attracted by and to me remains something of a mystery. I have some idea, of course, my smile and my eyes have been mentioned and my ability to listen to others. Beyond that I have no idea why they want me to bed them, although I have rarely refused. I have turned down the 'offer' in the past, but there was no way I was going to go that way with Francesca.

It was only my second trip to Italy that year, 2007, on a photographic mission. A professor in Cambridge, who I knew (sadly he has passed on now), heard I was off to Italy and suggested he give me an introduction to an old friend of his. This person was a professor at Padua University LL and apparently was prepared to give my photography a try.

Before you get too excited LL, she was a much older woman than my normal encounters and indeed there was definitely no sexual intent on my side of things. I was required to photograph her against the backdrop of the University and also to take some shots of her laboratory. She was a professor of chemistry.

The trip suited me as I was heading for my apartment in Venice and Padua is close by. Italian hospitality being what it is I was invited to her home one evening for a meal. She was widowed, like me. Aged in her mid fifties, Matilde was the consummate hostess, LL. She was also slim  and elegant. Not all professors are boring or frumpy! She cooked dinner for me and we drank Bardolino with our main course and Muscato with dessert, both local in origin and both DOC. 

I had planned to drive back to Venice, leave my car where I normally do a and get a water taxi from Piazzale Roma to my apartment. I'm not sure whether it was planned or what, but the hour was late and Matilde suggested I stay over in the spare bedroom and return to Venice in the morning. Apart from my cameras I had nothing with me, but that was fine.

I decided to sleep in the nude, as I usually do. There was a gown in the bedroom if I needed it, although it seemed a bit small and quite feminine. The combination of good food and wine seemed to be having a soporific effect on me as I lay in that bed in Padua, LL. I started to drift off - the house was silent.

I must have started dozing because the next thing I remembered was the shape of a women standing by my bed near my head. I turned in the darkness of the room, lit only by a full moon, glanced to my right and came face to face with Matilde's pussy, or rather what passed for her 'bush'. She flicked back the single sheet that was covering me, without  a word being uttered. From what I could see in the moonlight, the professor looked pretty good for a woman in her mid fifties.

I didn't do a thing - who looks a gift horse in the mouth LL, or anywhere else come to that. Matilde climbed on the bed and then onto me. Her warm thighs either side of my hips. She leaned forward to kiss me. My hands were on her lower back. Then she guided her right breast toward my mouth and I allowed my lips to envelop it. Using my tongue I stroked her nipple. When the right had received enough attention the left came into view LL. Both reacted as I thought they would and when she sat up again on me, sure enough there they were two very erect nipples.

I can't say her boobs were firm and I didn't expect them to be at her age, but they were more than generous in size given her largely slim body. My erection was pointing skyward between her legs and firmly against her stomach. Matilde moved forward, raised herself slightly and guided me inside her. She was very wet and quite 'open'. Entry was relatively easy. I slipped inside and filled her almost immediately.

Matilde, lowered herself onto me so that I was pined to the bed, unless I pushed upward. I knew what she wanted to do and no words were needed. She started rocking to and fro rapidly, rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. I just lay back LL.

In the bedroom at the foot of the bed was a wall mirror that ran the length of the wall. In that I could see her back the curve of her hips and the roundness of her buttocks as she went for it. Bouncing and moving to and fro. Not a bad view. An even better view was  the front. Her face as she worked at coming. Her breasts moving around and the perspiration trickling down her cleavage. Not wanting her to leave her boobs swinging around like that I took them both in my hands and squeezed them. The timing was perfect her actions made had her heading for her orgasm and my taking her breasts in hand, literally, made her come.

Her moans combined with shouts of 'Oh mio Dio', or to you LL 'Oh my God'. She collapsed on me with my still hard erection inside her. Her pussy was contracting against it, rather pleasantly. Matilde eased herself off me and rolled to the side on her back. I climbed between her legs while she was still recovering and lined up between her sweaty thighs. I spread her legs and then she raised them and I was inside again, only this time I was in charge and charge I did.

I thrust in and out of her hard and fast, banging against her clit and pubic bone so hard that she began to move up the bed. I paused, grabbed each of her shoulders and pulled her back down toward me. Then I continued interspersing my hard thrusting with some pretty hard squeezing of her breasts. She was writhing beneath me, moaning, shouting and then she came again.

More cramping against me which made me even harder. I was getting there myself so I continued, disregarding the fact that she was in the middle of her second orgasm. Harder and faster LL. Her legs so far apart now as I kept them that way. I think she wanted to close them around me but I stopped her. Then I really swelled up inside her, filling her. I ignored her shouts and had a very pleasurable orgasm myself. But...that wasn't it, she came again when I did and this time she couldn't stop herself convulsing that I didn't think she would stop....a multiple orgasm took place.

We didn't clean up. Matilde was exhausted but very satisfied and she fell asleep in my arms. I could tell you what she told me the following morning as she stroked my stubble in bed, but I will save that for another  time 

(Bear in mind that I keep detailed notes of my encounters LL. All the way from you, the other ladies in the north west, Carole, Denise, Kim, Laura, Karen etc etc right through to the present day. That is why I am able to write so graphically).

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You may be wondering why the description of Matilde and our lovemaking when the title is Francesca. Well that is relatively easy - Francesca is her daughter. It is Francesca that appears in the photographs below.

Like mother daughter was involved in academia, although Francesca's area was contemporary art and she worked in Venice. I  don't think Matilde knew what she was doing when she suggested that she put her daughter in touch for some shots of her art work etc, but I accepted her suggestion. I had no idea then what Francesca looked like, but I was heading to my apartment in the City so agreed, that she may contact me...Francesca that is. Matilde wanted a 'return 'match' before I went back to the UK. I was up for that!

Two days after I arrived in Venice, Francesca contacted me and suggested we meet for lunch. I suggested a place I know in the Arsenale part of the City, away from the crowds. I hid my surprise when I saw her. She recognised me from a photo I had sent her via my cell phone. AS you can see below, she was/is a very attractive woman.

We lunched drank Aperol Spritz and espresso and during our conversation I established what she wanted from me - photographically. After lunch I walked with her to where she works. I am not going to say where as she is still there. Francesca showed me what she wanted. Mostly it was to go in a brochure and on a website for a summer school. As we talked, she mentioned her mother and the fact that I had stayed overnight.

I skirted the problem of having laid her mom by saying we had a great conversation and that her mom had been very hospitable. I quickly turned the conversation to he and her work, LL. The fact that I have more than a passing interest in art helped.

I had no other plans and subtly I had established she didn't have  a regular partner, so I suggested dinner. We decided on a place I know  called Vesuvio. I would meet her and we would go there together....and we did. At this point I guess you are thinking, he'll go back with her or to his place and get laid again, but no LL. I walked her home after the meal and then walked to my place getting back at nearly midnight. I slept well, dreaming of Matilde bouncing on top of me and woke to the sunshine the next morning - Saturday May 5th. 

I also woke with thoughts of Francesca's breasts that had been facing me the evening before, clothed and across the table from where I sat in Ristorante Vesuvio. Then I banished that thought from my mind, pleasant though it was, showered, shaved and planned the day ahead as I dressed. I was to meet Francesca that morning at a pasticceria for some breakfast then onto the photography at her place of work.

The shoot went well, busy but well. Various things to be include and some not for the summer school brochure. By the time I was finished, I was famished. It was approaching 2.00 pm. Francesca suggested a place for a light lunch and off we went.

Francesca told me that she was impressed with my work and she would select a number of photos from those I had taken. Not bad LL, for someone who only became serious about photography just after I met you. Next thing was that we were walking and talking as we negotiated the canals and many small bridges. I asked where we were heading and she told me her place as she wanted me to photograph her. Luckily I had bought one of my cameras with me. The rest of my stuff had been left in her office.

Not sure what I expected when we arrived at her place, but Francesca disappeared into her bedroom and bathroom when we arrived and told me to make myself comfortable. So, I did.

It seemed Francesca wanted to be comfortable too. When she reappeared she was just in her bra and panties. Now I really had a good view of her breasts, LL, given that her bra seemed to be a half cup affair and her panties brief in style. It occurred to me later that she had changed her underwear after we arrived, hence the bedroom disappearing act.

She said she wanted me to photograph her as she was, so I went ahead....

It started nicely enough and I was mildly surprised that Francesca knew how to strike a pose. Having said that later experience in the years to come taught me that a lot of women know how to strike poses. Some more demure than others!

We continued. This shot is a little over exposed, but nothing compared to Francesca later!

A couple of close ups of her chest and that open mouth, which I found quite sexy and sexual. When the next shot came I knew why!

Off came her bra, revealing a nice pair of boobs, firm to my sight and with nipples that were near erect. I though she might stop there, but no. Down came her panties and then I knew the afternoon was going to get a lot more interesting!

The next thing I knew, LL, was she was on the couch. Her butt in the air and her pussy on show, with her asking me to take her. I did, first with the camera, as in the shots above and then in the way she really wanted.

I stripped my chinos and boxers off, which just left my polo shirt. Seemed pointless keeping that on, so I removed it. Francesca isn't a big woman in any sense and back then she had this gorgeous little ass that was a delight to behold. I leaned over her there on the couch and reached round with my left hand to her boobs, starting to caress them and stimulate them and her nipples. My other hand, or rather fingers, headed elsewhere stroking and teasing open her pussy. Her juices began to flow... and flow. I rubbed her there, stroked her there LL.

Can you imagine, and remember, my fingers doing that to you. Once I made you come twice in the space of twenty minutes in my car. All noted in my records.

I located Francesca's clitoris and then I started to get the moans, the back arching, so I rubbed her faster and faster, squeezed her boobs firmly and she came. Not giving much pause I entered her dilated pussy from behind, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me firmly. I can still imagine her warm little arse against me. More moans and other utterances as she felt my thrusts. I filled her, her pussy was nice and tight and I explored it fully.

Withdrawing almost from time to time then thrusting my full length (and width) back inside her. Francesca loved that variation in action and I continued until such time that I felt she wanted to gain another orgasm. Then I upped my 'game' a notch or two and began the thrust faster. She moaned a lot then. The next notch was to thrust harder and then for sure I knew she was on her way. She said several times 'Sculacciami', so I did and then she came. I continued fucking her LL until I unloaded all I had inside her.

I stood there after we had both come, still inside her, my fella still throbbing and jerking as the last of my juice joined hers. Slowly and very slickly, I withdrew.

Sculacciami, by the way LL, means ...spank me.

This is Francesca after the event...just after. We had a little cuddle after that, naked and on her couch. With the warmth of Italy and the warmth of Francesca's body we stayed like that for sometime until we both needed a drink. Francesca threw a gown on but didn't do it up and I put my boxers on. We sat and talked, she correcting some of my Italian as I practised it with her. Time passed....

Several hours later after a visit to the bathroom, I returned to Francesca, thinking we should probably start thinking of having dinner somewhere. When I came back into the living area she was waiting for me like you see her below. Every ready with the camera I took the photo below. There was her nice puffy pussy, not quite winking at me.

Her youthful, although she wasn't a youth by any means, breasts transfixed me as I surveyed her body. She playfully said she would try and arouse me again. I had no doubt she could and would, as I stood there in boxers, camera in hand.

Then she started playing with her pussy and apart from the quick shots you see below, two things happened. I rose to the occasion and slipped my boxers off then Francesca raised her legs and parted them. Her arms outstretched. I walked forward between her legs, looking down at my own erection and the pussy now winking at me fully and the juices flowing slowly from it.

We connected, with me sliding in easily this time. I was standing. She was on her back in the chair legs wide open and so I fucked the way she wanted hard and fast. I was a little surprised that she came almost immediately, along with a stream of Italian and a whole series of 'Oh's'. I put it down to her earlier playing with herself. I continued right through that orgasm.

This time she was really gone. The more I thrust and the faster the more she shouted, the more she writhed. Then her eyes went. I have seen that a quite a few times. Just before she came that second time, her eyes rolled up into her head so just the whites were showing. I wondered if she had passed out. Right about then LL I could hold it no longer and squeezing her boobs hard I came.

Francesca recovered and told me that she thought she had 'gone' for a few seconds, but that it was all wonderful. I reckon she did pass out momentarily. Great sex, with a very sexy lady.

It hadn't passed me by that I had had mother and daughter within twenty four hours of each other and had left my seed in both of them. I wondered if Francesca knew. The next thing she said surprised me. It was as though she were psychic.

She stated that I had made love to her mother. Tell the truth and shame the devil, I told her I had and then asked how she knew. Had her mother told her? The answer was. no, but having spoken to her mother  she said she was different, I'm not sure in what way, Francesca didn't explain. Apparently, Matilde (her mother) had spoken effusively of me and what a wonderful guy I was. I think she must have given it away in the tone and timbre of her voice.

Francesca's women's intuition surmised the rest. She told me she didn't mind that I had, if it had made her mother happy and, for her part the way, I made love had been also wonderful. With that conversation out of the way we showered, dressed and went out for dinner. I took Francesca back to my place that night and we slept together, topping and tailing our sleep with lovemaking either end of the night.

Finally a close up of the other lips I kissed over those three days LL

Ciao

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

Bella

For LL in the UK

This is Bella LL, or to give her her full name Isabella. The location is Spain. Barcelona in fact where I still have an apartment. Interestingly, you know more of my properties via these blogs than have all the ladies in my life. Not that it matters as you will never enjoy them. After all you have the north west and that development house in Scotland as your ports of call.

Take a look at the header on my profile page on Twitter to see how I live, and that is but one place.

Talking of living and enjoying life, I guess I should get back to telling you about Bella - quite a sexy lady. I met her in 2009 - just about three years after I last saw you in early 2006, face to face. I've seen you since, of course, although you never spotted me. Can't say I was enamoured by what I saw, to be honest.

Bella and I met at a party in Barcelona. Then we met for coffee and tapas...then we went to my apartment for a photo session. This took place over the course of a few days. Met Saturday, coffee Monday photo session the following Wednesday. Somewhat slow for me!

The photos were merely to be taken as a friend doing a favor for a friend. After all LL, I had only just met Bella.

When she arrived at my place that afternoon I expected nothing more than to enjoy her company as I had done previously and to take a few photographs for her. Bella was wearing a light cotton dress when she arrived, no tights  and no jewellery.

After offering her a drink and sitting talking for a short while, Bella suggested that I take her photograph. I went ahead and managed some great shots of her. That wasn't very difficult as she is quite an attractive woman.

Then the 'fun' started.

Bella's dress had a side zipper LL. She unzipped it and took the straps from her shoulders, allowing the dress to float gently to the floor with a slight rustling sound. As she stepped out of it I was confronted. in the most delightful way, by her body clothed, if that's the word, in some very sexy underwear.

Her bra just covered her nipples and her panties, well...you can see for yourself below. Let's just say it they covered the essential area, but only just. The view from the rear was pretty well ... bare arsed. It was a rather lovely arse too. The reason for all this was she wanted to be photographed in her underwear, or so she said with a wry smile on her face.

Her body was/is pretty perfect and her skin was flawless and tanned back then. Some was natural coloring. I rather liked that underwear. I called it her Valentine's set, LL, although it wasn't Valentine's Day on this particular occasion.

The camera and me, got a little closer for this shot LL. I could catch wafts of her perfume while I was focusing. Her breasts were barely in her bra - literally. The top of her areola was peeking at me, so that will give you some idea LL.

Things moved on fairly rapidly from there and I was getting aroused by what came next. Not surprising in the circumstances. Bella (she's English by the way, not Spanish), decided topless might help the photo collection along. We both knew where this was heading, naturally.

That became more than apparent when her eyes latched onto the large bulge in my chinos, and she just looked and smiled at me. Then her bra straps came off as I 'clicked' away, taking many more shots than you see here. She allowed her bra to slide down to her waist revealing her breasts fully.

As you can see above, they weren't large but they were very nice and also firm, I later found. More close ups of Bella's boobs followed and she got into the posing mode by bending over me as the shot immediately above shows. I was sorely tempted LL, sorely tempted when she did that. Having shed her 'top', she suggested I shed my polo shirt which I did.

You could say we were both bare breasted, but in my eyes she won hands down, which they were later. By this time we were both up for 'it' and getting more than a little restless and eager. I wanted more photos and she agreed, wanting more for herself too. What passed as her panties were slowly lowered down her lovely legs. Right down to her ankles as the shots below show.

Incidentally, you may just recognise the two cushions on the couch. They came from my old home in Norfolk.

During this process of losing her panties, she leaned back and started caressing her breasts and rubbing her nipples and making 'mmm', noises. It was as much as I could do not to take her then and there, but I knew of course that she was teasing me and at the same time arousing herself.

That became very apparent when her hand went between her legs. I briefly caught a glimpse of her pussy before she closed her legs again and started rubbing. The noises changed to gentle moans. I was well and truly ready now and had lost my chinos, wearing just my boxers and they were straining!

I took the shot below as I knelt in front of Bella. I am sure you can guess what she wanted LL ... a good licking where it mattered. The fact her mouth is slightly open, gives lie to her anticipation of me pleasuring her in that area LL. From where I was, they weren't the only lips that were parted.

Something of a work in progress. At my fingertips you might say. Bella found it.....very....pleasurable. It was difficult to keep the camera both steady and focused but experience counts. Then it was a case of 'once more into the breach', LL. Given that she was well on the way already it didn't take much attention from my tongue for Bella to come.




After she had finished cramping and calming she was on her knees on the couch inviting me to approach her from behind. I managed the shots immediately below before the main cousre was entered into to.

This is Bella above just before she presented her butt and pussy to me. Entry was slick and easy. I can still imagine how smoothly my cock entered her. Then it was slow, slow, quick, quick, slow until she shouted for me to give it to her hard and fast right up until she came a second time and I made my deposit.

These last two shots were taken, the next day when I was called upon, willingly I would add, to give a repeat performance. The first shot, which has been cropped for this blog is a shot of her lovely boobs. One for my memory portfolios and the second when it was an open invitation to take her in the more 'traditional' position.

I found Bella very arousing. I think if she had stayed around for very much longer I would have had a permanent 'hard' on LL. As it was she was more than incentive and sexually active to enable me to perform five times in twenty four hours!

Our times together didn't end there. I wanted her and she wanted me for sex and it worked well for nearly two years. Two very satisfied people you could say. I loved her body and her company and for her part she said that she loved my thickness inside her touch parts that hadn't been touched before. In addition she loved the way I made love, giving rise on more than one occasion to multiple orgasms and a few gushes.

There have been a lot of very sexy women out there LL, all of whom I have enjoyed and I believe have enjoyed me. There have also been quite sedate women who had never really been sexually aroused or fully satisfied - they have now!

Funny how things repeat themselves but most of the more sedate or modest ones used the same phrases. Some said I had awakened their latent sexuality, others that I had brought them something they never knew existed. Some who never wanted me to move on.

Ciao

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

Charlotte

LL in the UK

I thought you would like to see an example of a nude studio shoot, LL. Nothing intimate, just an example of the sort of work I undertake when commissioned to do so.


These were taken in London in 2019. The lady is Charlotte, a friend of a friend who came to me on a recommendation. I get pretty much all my photographic work that way. She was a delight to photograph and indeed a delight to behold.

Charlotte lives in Belgravia, not a million miles from my home in Knightsbridge. Her parents have a place in Berkshire although she spends most of her time living in her apartment in Belgravia. The shots, indeed the shoot was in my studio in London.

I'm sure you will agree LL that Charlotte is a very attractive woman with a near perfect body. Enjoy the photographs ... and read what follows afterward.

As you will have seen above LL, the shoot went very well. There are always shots that I disregard and I reckon at least two out of three get deleted, sometimes more.


Charlotte dressed after the shoot. There is always a gown out of shot for the ladies I photograph, so that may retain a modicum of modesty. We drank coffee and then she departed our business complete...at least I thought so. But then...


Then I received this message:


I want to be loved

to be owned.

I want to get fucked. I want to feel your hard sex move inside me

I want to smell you while you fuck me.

I want to feel your orgasm explode inside me

I want to kiss you while your juice fills my sex

Come to me and make me come.

Come and fuck me

Please!


Charlotte is definitely from the top drawer of society LL. Beautifully spoken with impeccable manners and when I saw her at the studio, not a hint of flirting or any sexual overtones, or indeed overtures. So it was with some surprise that I read her message above. There was the fact that I was aroused when I did her shoot, but I was pretty certain it didn't show. Most nude shoots have that effect on me, especially when pussy is allowed out of the shadows.


Charlotte didn't display hers. Even the shot above where her hand is discreetly place was achieved while she turned away from me.


My first thought was that she was just playing around, so for a short while I ignored the message. Then I received another. That second one left no doubt in my mind LL. I locked up the studio and jumped in a cab to Charlotte's.


When I arrived and hit her buzzer and announced myself, she hit the switch and the door unlocked. I walked up to her apartment on the first floor. About to raise my hand to knock, the door opened and there stood Charlotte in a flimsy dressing gown. My hand was still in the air poised to knock. when she took my hand and laid it on her left breast covered only by that gown.


What I felt LL was firm and shapely. I flicked the door shut with my foot, shed my jacket and walked into her apartment as she reached out, took my hand and led me straight to her bedroom. Most of the time she was backing toward it. That action flicked her gown open from time to time LL, so that I was able to glimpse her pussy as she walked.


Then we were there...in the bedroom, I mean. I hadn't had time to showered, just a quick freshen up, but that was put right later...sometime later. After all LL, she said she wanted to smell me. My clothes came off as did her gown and I was presented with the beautiful body you see above, pussy included this time. As I said I was presented with her body and it was a present in the present moment.


That moment was lasted just a few moments while we both appraised each other's bodies. For me it was a view to behold, bearing in mind that she was about to give herself to me. For her - well, she seemed fascinated and drawn to my erection, which was locked and cocked, in the presence of her body.


We hadn't made it to the bed before her body was wrapped around mine. Her arms around my neck, one leg raised around mine and her breasts pressed hard against my chest, LL. As to where my erection went...that slipped between her legs and found a certain amount of stickiness. That joined my contribution to the 'party' LL.


From there it was wish fulfilment for Charlotte. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted feel my 'hard sex' move inside her and she wanted to have my orgasm explode inside her. All three wishes were granted. Standing as we were briefly was enough to more than arouse a very horny Charlotte, given that she was rubbing her pussy along my erection.


Then she was flat on her back on the bed, legs akimbo revealing a nice pink spot for to aim for. I needn't have concerned myself with aiming a knelt between her legs...she guided me to the docking station and then we engaged. That was accompanied by a small gasp from Charlotte LL. Considerate as I am...and I am a considerate man ...I didn't rush into that breach, but slowly allowed myself to slide in until I filled her. Both length ways and width ways. It was slippery, or to put it another way, well lubricated. Not quite friction-less as that would be less fun, less pleasure. Just right in fact.


Then I pumped her the way she asked me to at first and then my way which she liked even better. So much so that she was travelling along the road to her orgasm before she knew it. That surprised her, more than it did me. Her legs were held up by herself. That left my hands free to enjoy myself with her boobs. Those flat nipples erect and hard under my hands.


I wasn't thrusting into her hard or indeed fast, but I was stimulating every nerve and point of arousal that I knew existed within, around and upon a woman. The effect of my attention to that detail was to bring on an early orgasm for Charlotte. I felt those legs that had been held in place well apart, suddenly tighten then grip my sides as she moaned and moaned then shouted as she came. I watched her stomach cramp as she did so and her mouth form a perfect 'O' as she expressed her pleasure and satisfaction.


Then I felt her pussy contracting repeatedly against my cock. Charlotte was almost in a spasm that seemed like it would never end, but then it slowly calmed as she panted with the effect. Her legs relaxed. Her arms over her head and her eyes closed. She was smiling.


She hadn't quite recovered before I started thrusting against and into LL, faster and harder this time. Her smile changed to one of what can best be described as 'agony and ecstasy'. I don't think she knew what had hit her, but I did. My erection thickened even more with each thrust. I was rigid inside her. Charlotte had spread her legs high and very wide. Looking down her pussy was very wide and very wet - soaking in fact. It enveloped me. In between her face been screwed up tight and a frown upon her forehead she would steal a quick glance at me thrusting in and out.


This seemed to give her more arousal, more pleasure. Then she uttered a whole series of 'oh, oh, Oh's' and I felt she was onto the run up to her second orgasm. As she came another of her wishes was fulfilled as I exploded in side her. She grabbed me and we kissed. Yet another of her wishes met. By now her legs were wrapped around my waist as we both allowed our orgasmic juices to remain trapped inside her. She wanted me to stay there until I lost all of my erection. I did. Wrapped together, joined together, we rolled over sideways and I sucked her boobs.


Finally, we separated and lay side by side. Charlotte's first words were that she was 'speechless', her second words were 'where did you learn to make love like that!? Sound familiar LL? They should.

I nearly forgot the shower. As I said earlier, I only had time to freshen up before I hot footed over to Charlotte's. We showered together of course. Instead of being firmly in my grip, she was slipping through my hands, her boobs in particular. Bubbles, LL, lots of them. All of which caused me to have another erection.

Charlotte was standing with her back to me when she felt my erection against her. I was busy with her breasts. She let me slide between her legs, LL. Then she told me, as I slid to and fro on her pussy, that she was not sure she could take any more. Her desire overtook her reservation and she arched her back so that her butt and pussy were lined up beautifully with my cock. I slipped inside her as she leaned against the tiles at the far end of her shower. I held her hips LL, which ensured we didn't become 'disconnected' in that slippery environment.

I guess the whole thing must have been pretty sensuous for her...it certainly was for me, because she came quite quickly and I followed although my deposit was, necessarily, a little less than before. I asked her, after we had decanted from the shower and were drying ourselves, whether that final session was too much. The question was a little tongue in cheek. She replied that she didn't know that she needed it and that is was some time since she had experienced sex from behind and ... never in the shower.

Finally as I sat on the bed having regained my boxers, Charlotte stood before me and let her towel slip to her waist then presented her boobs to me holding each in her hands and guided them to my mouth so that I could suck each in turn. Laughingly, she told me to come back to Mother soon!

Charlotte heaped praise on me LL, for our lovemaking. and I complimented her as a very beautiful and desirable woman. I managed another visit before returning home to New England. That was just as pleasurable as the first.

This was as I said, earlier, just last year. Who know's what this year will bring and what might come ...forth.....

Ciao

A message just for you LL

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

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Jenny

For LL in the UK

I reckon you have seen enough blogs with multiple encounters. Time for one, with just one person - Jenny, gorgeous Jenny.

I won't comment on the individual shots, but they were all taken one afternoon in 2007 in my previous home in New Hampshire, not the ranch, lake and house. If you recall what I have written previously LL, you may remember there was a rive running through my old place. This was where the shots were taken.

A hot afternoon and as a result of that and Jenny stripping of, some skinny dipping. In her case it was more skinny immersion as she didn't want to get her hair wet. Jenny was a single mom then with just an under one year old to care for. We first met in Concord in a parking lot when she was struggling with her boy and her buggy. I helped her put the buggy in her car. We chatted and discovered we were near neighbors, - she discovered I was a Brit and I discovered, although she didn't say so, that she was lonely. The latter because she talked an awful lot, among other indicators.

That was that. My good deed for that day. I never guessed I would see her again, but  I did one weekend a few weeks later. Back then I used to drive into Concord on Saturdays and treat myself to an all American breakfast. I was just finishing up on my second refill of coffee when Jenny walked in pushing the buggy. She waved and said hi. I was in an area where the buggy could be accommodated and she headed my way.

She asked if it was OK if she joined me, she was shopping she told me and was just there for a coffee. I ordered them up by catching the waitresses eye, pointing at my cup  and holding two fingers up. I got a nod in acknowledgement and she headed over with the coffee cup, creamer and another cup. All this time Jenny was dealing with Sam, her youngster. He held his own baby cup.

All settled we chatted away. Jenny was fascinated by my travels, how I came to be in the States and saddened a little by my loss of my wife. I told her I was starting all over again, which is why I was there. The conversation went on from there and time slipped by until Jenny said she had to go fix Sam's food. I got the check and I left with her, walking her back to her car and repeating my good deed with the buggy.

Just as I was about to say goodbye and head off, Jenny gave me a hug, pressing her body against mine as she did. When we parted. We were left holding each other's hands and looking into each other's  eyes while the little feller looked on from his car seat. Something clicked between us ll and I invited her over for the Sunday, the following day. Jenny accepted and said she bake something and bring it with her. She seemed pretty darned keen.

Come the following day, mid morning Jenny turned up. It was a fine summer's day. Sam was crawling, so Jenny allowed him to crawl around while I made coffee and she had a little exploration of the ground floor of my home. It stood back a little from the road surrounded by lawn. The back yard and beyond was quite a different matter though.

We drank our coffee while Sam played on the floor. Me standing. Jenny sitting. I had told her to come casual and she had. Wearing just a top, shorts and sandals. She had/has nice legs as you can see below, long and shapely. I had only seen her on two other occasions and on those she was in a dress the first time and jeans the second

 I took Jenny on a tour of the house and then outside near the house where Sam crawled around on the back lawn. Beyond the lawn was woodland an a pathway I had hacked back leading down to the river. As we sat talking that morning, watching Sam and listening to the distant burbling of the river and the birds, I suggested we have our picnic down by the water. Jenny thought that would be great.

Come midday we meandered down to the river.

I set out a blanket and some cushions near the jetty and Jenny had Sam and most of the picnic tucked away in the buggy. We had lunch and drank wine, finishing off with Jenny's cake for dessert. By now it was not only hot but Sam had settled down for his afternoon sleep. Jenny said she was going in the water to cool off and I said I would join her. The river at that time of year is, or was, when I lived there just slow and meandering, so quite safe.

I don't know why, but I thought Jenny would have something suitable under her shorts and top. Instead she just stood up and stripped of completely...standing there as naked as the day she was born and saying was I going to join here. Metaphorically, I guess I was a little open mothered at the sight of her body. Then I stripped off and joined her as we both waded into the river, stark naked.

I had bought my camera down, mainly to get shots of Jenny and Sam. When I made that decision I had no idea that thee shots I would get would include those below LL!

Jenny was beautiful in her nakedness. Tall, slim, shapely and sporting all the necessary attributes in generous proportions. I guess it was the Sun, the heat and the wine, but as we relaxed on the blankets and cushions after our immersion in the river and Sam slept on in the shade of the tress, Jenny turned to me as we sat up on our elbows and kissed me. Then we made love, twice and Sam slept right through.

During the following week Jenny  called and said she had arranged baby minder for Sam for Wednesday night. I had previously suggested dinner out in Concord, after our intimacy by the river that Sunday. I told her that was great and I would book dinner.

She spent the night at my place after that dinner LL. Long legs, long lithe body and great boobs were all mine that night and body did Jenny like to writhe beneath me and on top. A very generous and all enveloping pussy capped her many attractions.

We are still in touch....

When I think about you and I and all that has happened since, I wonder what possessed me about you in the first place. I guess it was bereavement. Since then, life has been one great ball.

Ciao

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