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

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