For LL in the UK
Some, but not all, of these ladies you have seen before. Some ,but not all, of these ladies were something of an enigma. In this context, I mean either mysterious or puzzling. Most of all I have given you a more detailed narrative about each.
I have had some very interesting times since you day LL.
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This lady is a friend who accompanied me on this trip in my yacht. We sailed from the east coast of Italy all the way around Greece to Turkey. Then just she and I and none of the crew went ashore on the southeast coast of Turkey, which I knew was an uninhabited stretch from my Naval days with NATO.
Th idea was to get some photos. of the sea the cliffs and ourselves. Her name is Antonella and she is Italian. Unlike many Italian ladies that I met before, and since, she was a quiet contemplative sort of woman. At the time I thought we were going to take photos and explore what little of the shore there was. When we made love on board an in Italy she liked to get in bed first and only have sex with the lights out or the drapes drawn.
Imagine my surprise LL when, after my previous experience with Antonella, she snuggled into this niche in the cliff, stripped naked and spread her legs wide. I was required to apply myself hence where she is sting and the position of her legs. I knelt before the altar that was her pussy and brought her to a climax with my tongue and mouth.
There was no way we could have proper sex on those rocks so taking her from behind while we both stood was the only solution and one which we achieved with great results for both of us!
Gone was the apparent shyness. I still don't know why there was this contrast between the rather Antonella and the more brazen one. Something of an enigma LL.
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I was invited to this lady's home having met her at a function held in our hotel. We had talked at the function along with others in our group. I was staying in one of lodges on the hotel campus as I normally do.
When Olivia invited me out to her place the following day I accepted. She is a nice woman and I had enjoyed talking with her that evening. It was a tuxedo and evening dress affair (a little old fashioned over here LL) and Olivia was dressed in quite a nice black dress which revealed little and, to be honest, I had no thoughts beyond enjoying her company and then in the morning seeing her home.
Olivia held her own in the conversations that evening, but to me she seemed a little uncomfortable in some of the rather auspicious company that was present including a senator and his wife. She married young, divorced while still relatively young. I was told by another guest that the reason was physical and verbal abuse. When it came to my visit out at her place LL, it was me that was going to be surprised and a little nonplussed at how she behaved.
Her welcome and manners were impeccable when I arrived and she was demurely dressed in a smart casual outfit. Black pants, a white top covered in large part by a black shawl. It was hot outside but the AC gave the house a touch of coolness.
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and the briefest of embraces. I guess I was tiptoeing around her past life with her ex, LL. She seemed quiet in mood but conversational enough. I had brought my camera and set it down on the kitchen counter while Olivia made coffee for me and a mint tea for herself. We stood and talked, about where I had been born, about England and Europe about my two late wives. For her part she told me she had a sister in New York in journalism and she asked if I minded if she didn't talk about her marriage.
I happily agreed. I guessed it had been a pretty traumatic time for her. So there were quietly swapping notes. She asked if I would like to look around and so I went on the tour. From the house and its contents it seemed she had come out of the divorce pretty OK materially. We seemed to have hit it off despite our age gap and I liked her a lot LL (mind you I like a lot of women, a lot!)
Olivia excused herself to the bathroom and I went back downstairs thinking how nice she was and how terrible for her to have been treated as she had been. My guess was that it had probably put her off men for quite a while if not for good. She certainly didn't throw out any vibes or flirt in anyway. Quite the opposite in fact and I respected that given her circumstances.
I was still sipping my coffee and wandered into the lounge area which looked out over a decking area toward a line of white oak trees. It was then I heard her feet on the wooden floor and turned to find her near naked. In fact she was from the waist down. I couldn't quite take in what she had done. I think she realised the mild shock at seeing her like that and walked over, reached up, she is shorter than I am, and put her arms around my neck. I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt and I felt her bare legs against mine.
To say I was getting aroused would be far more than mere understatement, I was really hard inside my shorts. She kissed me and I returned the kiss. She asked me to hold her tight and so I did. I could feel her breasts beneath that top and with my arms around her back I felt for a bra strap. There was none.
I wondered...why the top, when she was naked otherwise? While I was wondering, she undid my belt and slid her hands under my polo shirt onto my chest and back. Then one hand went southward and discovered that I was well and truly aroused.
My hands travelled up under that top and found her very nice breasts. Neither of us could stop now and we made love on the couch in her lounge LL. The reason she wore the top, at first anyway, was because of a nasty scar right along the side of her right boob. It didn't detract from her beauty or the firmness of her breasts but I understood why she kept herself covered to begin with.
She allowed me to take photos of her nude and with the top on. I am not showing her frontally for two reasons. one, she could be recognised and two, she didn't want photos of her scar.
I was intrigued as to why she had chosen to come onto me in such a blatant way. I thought of her as being very much an enigma up until she walked into that room naked. A woman who seemed on the one hand insecure to some extent, yet able to converse confidently in the company of important and powerful people. Not for a moment had I thought of her in a sexual way the evening before. Not because she wasn't attractive to look at but she just didn't give off anything in way of feminine vibes.
As we lay side by side in her bed late that same day she told me why wanted to make love with me. Olivia hadn't been with a man for nearly two years, and she had a lot of pent up need. That was more than evident earlier that day. She said, that knowing I had been widowed and lost not one, but two wives to cancer made her think a little more deeply about herself her situation and me and about me. I puzzled that such a thought would trigger her actions. A bit of an enigma in fact LL.
She went on. I had nice eyes and when I smiled I did so both with my eyes and mouth. Most of all she said she trusted me. Trust, not something you are acquainted with LL. I wasn't too sure in what way which is again where she was being enigmatic. I figured that she must have done or I wouldn't be at her home, alone with her.
The combination of trusting me, her carnal need and I guess, my charisma, all bound up in one package led to our becoming intimate. The reason she is kneeling on the floor in that position in the photo? I'm sure you'll figure that out!
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Marnie isn't/wasn't much taller than you LL. A little blonde bombshell in fact, who could do things with her legs that would test you even back in your day. As I said blonde, but truly blonde if you follow, a nice figure and breasts which unlike yours were firm, perky and most of all a lot younger.
In fact Marnie was firm and perky, both physically an in temperament. We met one evening in a bar in Boston. Not a dive but quite a classy place. I was there on a bit of business at least I had been during the day and decided to have just one drink before I drove back to Concord, NH which is about an hour from Boston LL. Marnie was staying at an hotel about two blocks away and had 'escaped' from the hotel and its bar to savour something else.
Two single souls sitting at the bar we got to chatting. Marnie told me she lived near Trenton, New Jersey and that she had been visiting family in Boston. An elderly aunt and her equally elderly husband. Not wishing to impose on them she had elected to stay in an hotel. I told a bit about me and a full conversation about our lives, with omissions on my part, flowed from there.
Around six thirty I was getting hungry and I asked Marnie what she was doing for dinner. She told me nothing really, maybe get something in the hotel. How about we eat together, I suggested and she agreed. When we hit the sidewalk. I told her my car was to the right and her hotel to the left. I reckoned we should get a cab to a place I knew and that is what we did. After quite a nice meal and more than a few drinks we took a cab back to Marnie's hotel. It had been a great evening in the company of an attractive woman.
I paid the cab and was about to say goodnight when Marnie asked if I was going to drive home. I told her no, not after the drink we had consumed. She put her arms inside my coat. It was March of 2006 LL and still pretty cool in the North East. I put my hands on her waist. Her next words were something of a surprise, given she was in her thirties and I was twenty years older. 'You could keep me warm, on this cold night and that would save you booking an hotel room this late.'
Before I could argue or discuss her proposal, she took my hand and within ten minutes we were in her hotel room. I kept her warm that night LL, that's for sure...and I made her wet! We both slept really well. Her naked body moulded against mine as we fell asleep. A 'quickie' in the morning and I dressed while Marnie showered. We had agreed or at least I had been asked to visit her in New Jersey...to which I agreed.
I left Marnie to have her breakfast at the hotel and drove home to Concord, NH, LL. She called me on her drive back and we chatted briefly. It was going to take her four, nearly five, hours LL. We chatted while she was at rest stop.
I did the drive myself the following weekend. The woman I had met and slept with in that Boston hotel was, it seemed to me, just a regular lady. Very nice, but really just a normal woman, so when I arrived at my destination I was both puzzled and surprised. I was confronted by electronic gates and no sign of a house beyond them. I knew I had the right place so I leaned out of my car window and pressed the intercom buzzer. Marnie replied and recognizing it was me operated the gates. I drove in and as instructed carried on for about three quarters of a mile including a right turn and there screened by a belt of trees was a really large house.
Once I'd recovered from my surprise at the extent of her place I walked to the front door which opened just as I approached it. Marnie stepped forward gave be a really nice kiss and a big hug, then taking my hand she led me through to the kitchen. I dropped my bag in the large hallway.
Coffee was brewing. I could smell it's delicious aroma. Marnie must have figured out m arrival time. We talked, of course as she poured the coffee. Dressed in a gown I reckoned she had showered a little earlier because she smelt real good LL. I told her I was blown away when I saw her place. That she was a real enigma to me because I had her down as a regular woman living in a suburban street. Marnie explained that she hadn't wished to put me off by exhibiting her wealth and just wanted me to accept her as herself and not her possessions.
I explained that I wouldn't have done as I was fairly wealthy myself. Having gotten all of that stuff out of the way she took me on a tour of the house explaining as she did, that her late father was a very wealthy man and she being an only child had inherited everything. In the course of the time I was there I found out that 'everything' wasn't just the estate she lived on.
Our tour ended, inevitably, in the bedroom. Marnie wanted to make love, naturally, and so we did twice. I had offered to shower beforehand but she said she liked a man to smell like a man, sweat and all.
I'll leave it there LL. I met Ash that year and we were married in the Fall. If not Marnie might well have been a possibility. The phot above was taken in her kitchen after our romp in bed. Both of us all showered up and clean 😉.
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I first met Källa on a business trip to Norway in 2007. This was connected to the business I have in Denmark LL.
I arrived there from Denmark on a Thursday for a various meetings. On Friday I visited a company where Källa worked. She was the receptionist at the front desk. I had talked to her before meeting to board to discuss my proposal to them. When I had finished and was waiting for a cab to turn up from the City we, Källa and I, continued to chat in the foyer. The upshot of which was that she offered to show me around the City on the Saturday....I accepted.
The following morning we met and she wondered if I would mind a change of plan as she needed to visit her grandparent's farm. I went along with it and she drove me out . The countryside near where we were aimed was very green. Hillside fields backed by conifers higher up and then the mountains. Quite spectacular in fact. I told Källa that I preferred it to the City, being a country boy at heart.
We arrived at the farm and she did what she had to do for her grandparents while her grandmother made us a drink and produced a slice of what I was later to find out was Kvæfjordkake. It was delicious. Unlike Källa they spoke no English and I don't speak Norwegian so l;ots of smiles and thumbs up signs conveyed the message.
Källa asked if I would like to climb the hill behind the farm so that I could get a good view 'for your camera'. I was all for it LL. We set off. Luckily it was dry. Källa had slipped into some dungarees and a shirt she kept at the farm and out of her dress, for the climb. Off we went slowly climbing to the top o the hill. I had though it would go onward and upward from there but there was a fold in the hill that blocked out the farmhouse.
There in part of the fold was a log cabin which Källa headed for. There was a chopping block and logs outside. I was told to wait outside for a surprise, so I did. The surprise was Källa and it was very nice too as the photo above shows. Basically, she was a young woman who was horny LL and as I learned later one who liked older men. Inside the cabin was a bed that was enough to make love on. The dungarees came off leaving Källa completely naked. I stripped as fast as I could and we closed and locked to door to the cabin.
She was all over me as I was losing my boxers from around my ankles grabbing my now erect cock and pumping it until I was rigid then kneeling down and sucking on me. I stopped her and suggested we get on the bed and do things properly She was puzzled at first until I showed her the way. Then it was her pussy and my cock both receiving attention from our respective lips. I seeped, that I know, but Källa came and had a full on orgasm and being very vocal about it too. I remember she kept saying 'oh, oh, oh' repeatedly even after she had come.
Then I mounted her. Given that she was only just thirty she had a really nice tight pussy and our lovemaking was very good as a result. She remarked on how thick I was widthways and how lovely that made her feel as I slowly fucked her, in, out, in, out. That is until she started to come again and thrusted up toward me, faster and faster. Given my greater weight I thrust faster and harder too which pinned her to the bed. I squeezed those nice boobs hard and she came that second time.
She panted a bit the first time. This second time as I withdrew I watched her chest heaving up and down until she completely calmed. Källa took my less than full erection in her hand and started working me as I knelt upright between her legs which were still spread wide. Her surprisingly deft and gentle strokes had me returned to full rigidity shortly afterward. It was then she asked me to take her from behind.
That was a delight in itself. The shape of her hips and butt were perfect and in this position I was able to hold both her breasts while we fucked. For a younger woman she was very good, really very good. Swaying her hips while I rotated inside her was quite something LL. You and forty nine were nothing on Källa as a thirty year old. We both came, of course.
She told me it was great sex, that I had a really thick cock which she loved inside her and two other things delighted her. She had never been licked down there before and also had never come three times. It seemed I was much appreciated. So much so that she came to my hotel the following day for a return match...overnight. After the morning after and our goodbyes I returned to Denmark. As to the business proposal, I was successful which meant future visits and which also meant....
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It's not difficult to get layed in New York even in the much better places I frequent there. Such was the case with Martha above. She fell into the tops category of my title here.
As you can see she has lovely tits. To me they are a perfect size and her nipples are surrounded by a nice pink areola. Talking of her nipples I have barely come across such responsive ones. We hooked up in a piano bar. She and I were part of a group of friends that I enjoy going out with occasionally, in NYC. We had a great evening, lot of laughter and to be hones on the part of some a lot of drink. Martha hadn't succumbed to excessive imbibing and neither had I so finally when we all decided to call it a night around midnight it wasn't too much of a surprise that thirty three year old Martha decided my company was better than our near drunken friends. We both saw them safely into cabs and walked a bit in the fresh air.
I wanted to make sure Martha got home safely. It wasn't far to her place. That was going to be it. I would hail a cab and return to my apartment in Manhattan LL. Except I didn't. Martha felt the evening wasn't complete and so we ended up in bed together. The photo above was taken the next day on my small Lumix.
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And.....this one was taken in Sabine's holiday rental near Perpignan. I was down in Carcassone having flown to Paris from Boston. I then flew down to my home after a week plus catching up with several friends in Paris and entertaining a few at my apartment.
After a fairly exhausting week in Paris - the demands on me were physical and horizontal - I was looking forward to recharging my batteries LL and a little writing. As luck, fate, good fortune or even, and most likely, mere coincidence would have it, I randomly chose a café for coffee that happened to have Sabine at the next table.
There were a few other clients but Sabine was the closest to me. In fact she was there waiting for her coffee when I sat down. It was a sunny day. The sun pouring down on the opposite side of the street. I pulled out a book I had been reading - one that a well known author friend here in the US had provided. It was Sabine that started the conversation when she saw the cover of my book which was in English, of course.
It turned out that we were both on vacation and had both travelled to the south west from Paris. There was one other thing we had in common LL, we were both on our own. I had a few lady friends in that region as you may have gathered from previous blogs, but I hadn't contacted any of them at that point.
Having established we were both on our own Sabine asked what my plans were and asked the same of her. The upshot of the conversation was that we would take a walk and see if any of our interests were the same. I told her about my photography, she told me about her art. I was able to show her some of my photographs LL on my iPad (none of the more risqué ones, mind you!) Sabine asked if I would like to see her art. I told her I would love that.
At the time that old saying about 'come up and see my etchings' entered my head. Now I wonder why that was. Sabine as you can pretty much see is quite attractive and then she was forty two. She suggested I call on her later and she would cook something. Sounded good to me. I do cook just for myself, but if I hadn't met Sabine I would have eaten out
She was renting a place outside town so I drove there accompanied by a couple of bottles of good wine and some flowers. The place was OK for a rental and they were almost the same words Sabine used when she showed me in and showed me around. The smell from the small kitchen was gorgeous, but apparently it had a while to go so we sat out side with a glass of wine and some olives etc...and talked.
Sabine was out of her jeans and in a flowing cotton skirt and a shirt or blouse as you would call it. Having sunk almost three quarters of a bottle of wine while to dinner simmered away Sabine offered to show me around. At forty two (and indeed younger) a woman usually knows what she wants LL, as I am sure you are aware and Sabine didn't beat about the bush. She wanted me to take her to bed before dinner. It had an hour to go in the oven so I was told so....
Somehow, in my head, I expected her to undress in the bedroom, but we hadn't progressed beyond the lounge before she dropped her skirt to reveal....nothing at all in the way of underwear. Then her blouse came off resting midway on her body and revealing her breasts. She said I could take some shots, but not of he pussy. Hence, the blouse is between her legs in the photo, but it didn't remain there.
Sabine then stood and allowed the blouse to drop to the floor. She was totally naked and I was stripping off, after taking a few more shots for both of us. I was surprised not at Sabine's nakedness and her readiness to strip in front of a guy she hardly knew, but at her readiness to be photographed in that state of undress. Some women LL, not I'll correct that, many women are proud of their bodies and are not afraid to show them fully to the camera.
Bearing in mind (or is that baring in mind) that we were both naked and I was more than a little aroused by the sight of Sabine's body, neither of us were going to waste the opportunity of a sex before dinner. We didn't and neither did we make it to the bedroom either LL...a couch sufficed, followed by Sabine bending over the kitchen counter. We showered...together. That was very nice in itself and then dressed by which time dinner was ready.
We ate drank the rest of the wine I had brought and sat outside in the warm and the gathering dark and talked and talked. Then I stayed the night. That was a very plesant vacation with me writing during a fair bit of my time there interspersed by vists from Sabine and several dinners out plus some additional fornication.
I found her breasts really great. I have seen and handled many but Sabine's were very nice and I found the pink areola that surrounded hr nipples particularly sexy...to say nothing of the rest of her.
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They say some of the best things come in small packages, although you, LL, weren't one of them.
Claire above, however, is. She lived south of the river in London in the industrial style apartment you see above. She is quite a sweet person and also one who knows how to look after herself. Nearly forty and looking pretty good to me, and I am sure you. I guess you have figured out what the 'little packages' are by now LL and if said her breasts you would be correct.
I've known Claire off and on since she was thirty one, although we only crossed the threshold of having sex together four years ago. It all worked beautifully. If I was over there in town and Claire was free we would go out together and enjoy ourselves and that inevitably ended in our sleeping together LL.
The photo above was taken one Sunday afternoon after a walk. 'Miss No knickers' as I called her that day was certainly not wearing any when I took the shot above in her apartment. Se wanted sex and I was up for it in more ways than one. Use your imagination LL. Claire didn't need to she was looking at what she wanted and through the camera lens I was doing exactly the same.
Claire has long slim legs which I think are great. The lack of any great bulk to her boobs (unlike your droopy old things) didn't detract from her attraction one iota. Her breast are firm and responsive. That however is not Claire entirely. There are other aspects to her that have made sex very interesting and rather stimulating.
She was into a little role play from time to time LL. Dressing in sexy underwear and pretending she had just arrived home late and ought to be 'punished'. We went through a bit of a charade which she enjoyed and said aroused her. I would tell her to strip down to her underwear and prepare for her punishment. This generally involved her bending over my lap, me pulling her panties down around her knees and spanking her. Firmly but not too hard. Her bottom was often a bit red afterward, though.
Then she would stand, remove her bra and kneel between my legs feigning her begging for my forgiveness. That usually ended up with Claire coming face to face with my erection and she would carry out her penance by almost giving me a blow job...but not quite. However her lips would often come away sticky indicating where she had been and her almost success.
Another spanking was called for, by her, but this time it was while I was inside her. By the way we last went through this particular role play, just last year. Claire likes me to come at her from behind at this stage grab her breasts and squeeze them hard and repeatedly. It has tow effects. One is her tits harden and her little nipples stand to attention and the other effect is to make her wet in anticipation. Once she is moist she likes me to slide my cock between her legs. You can imagine I'm sure LL her sliding to and fro getting wetter and wider.
Then she bends over and I slide in slowly at first, but as Claire is one of my ladies who likes the first time fast and hard that is what happens. She likes to be spanked as she nears her climax too. It works every time...boy, does she come and all that screaming out and shouting. Very sexy.
Naturally, we also have sex in the normal way and at a more leisurely pace. It is nice having her sweet face smiling up at me at the beginning and then later watching her writhe in pleasure beneath me finishing off with all the moans and groans you would expect … plus the formation of the perfect 'O' made by her mouth toward and at the end.
There is a lot more I could write. Claire loves her sex and loves it in many variations...as do I. Pretty good couple and very good coupling!
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Constance owns this punt and it is shown here on a small tributary of the Thames in Oxfordshire at the bottom of her large garden at her home. I met her when Ash was alive on one of our visits to the 'other place', Cambridge. We remained in touch all the way from 2011 onward, both through me and Ash when she was alive.
She prefers to be called Connie by the way. The name was that of her maternal grandmother. As I said we had been friends for a long time and when I was over there in 2016 and 2017, bearing in mind she had divorced in late 2014 and I had lost Ash, we got together. On the occasion of the photo things went a little further than two friends commiserating in our mutual losses.
The photo was a precursor to our returning to the house and making love LL. I often think to myself … I wonder if all these women I have known and know, have any idea about the other women in my life. Some do of course LL. If the others do, they have never let on. I think there are reasons for that attitude and I am sure you can work them out if you think about it enough. I already realize what they are.
Connie was one lady that didn't let on but I am sure had some idea. I couldn't fault her lovemaking or indeed her body and still enjoy both when we can. She has not remarried and obviously, neither have I. Twice losing the one I loved has been enough heartbreak for a lifetime. My break over you wasn't real - it was all feigned.
A soft curvy body, great legs and superb breasts that is Connie, topped off by a superb intellect and tempered by loneliness.
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This lady, you have seen on a number of occasions. Unlike Connie above who is in her forties, Jane was in her mid thirties when I took this shot in March 2005. You know LL after you and your body Jane's was about as far as I could be from a short fifty one year old with over large boobs in proportion to her body.
Jane was slim, in her thirties, long-legged, tall and possessing a pair of magnificent breasts. We had a lot of fun together over about twelve months, off and on. She was very affectionate as well as being an excellent lay. Nine and a half out of ten wouldn't be amiss....and she knows I loved her beauty spot. Make of that what you will LL. We are still in touch but separated by an ocean. She married as I did in 2007...me in the second half of 2009.
Now we are both single again. Me through being widowed and Jane through divorce.
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One of my two regular NYC lovers. Neither is aware of the other, which I find rather amusing. Then again I thought it was hilarious when you played away after the first time and though a) I didn't know (I did) and b) that you didn't know about my coterie of ladies up and down the country, with more than a few on your doorstep. Talk about naïve.
Susi is great in bed and those gorgeous breasts of her hers stay firm and upright even when she is on her back.
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Florida 2009
Charlie is a lovely woman, kind, affectionate and very sexy. After 2009 I had to leave her behind in a manner of speaking. I married and she became engaged and then married.
However, before that....well I am sure you can guess what we enjoyed LL...each other. I spent more and more time in Florida after your leaving the scene and I met Charlie up in Sarasota. She was completely intrigued and fascinated by the fact I was English, as she said. I told her I was British, as Dad was Scots and Mum English.. We got along very well, obviously and I spent time at her fairly luxurious home in the City. The photos above were taken there (after we had known each other for about four months) and were a precursor to our making love that afternoon.
You should know how hot a Florida afternoon can get in summer L so being inside in the AC is sensible. We didn't get much further than where Charlie is sitting. That was for obvious reasons! She was so soft and smooth and was also a true blonde. She loved sex and we would often spend afternoons when we were together enjoying each other. Looking at her photos now, including the two I have selected above I recall how much I loved those boobs of hers they were lovely and had a nice contrasting areola. That and her wet slippery pussy which seemed to always be ready to receive me.
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This is another Carol, but without the 'e', LL. She may have lacked that letter but her boobs were bigger...no 'e' but plenty of 'b', if you follow. Not large, but also not small.
I'm being a little unkind to Carol here. She is a nice woman, divorced lives on her own even now and we became friends via the library in Concord, when I first bought my initial home there. The shot above was taken one hot Sunday down by the river at the bottom of my yard. It was a hot Sunday in another way too LL. Carol is another woman I have layed alongside in bed, layed on top of her and she me and both of us have gotten layed. That's a lot of lays and it certainly has been.
Obviously we stopped when I married. It disappointed Carol but she understood. Then in 2018 I bumped into her in Concord and we have been off again ever since...or is that on.
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From smallish ones over here to some magnificent ones over there in Europe. They belong to Simone who was staying with me at the barn near Souilliac, Lot. We are miles from almost everyone there, which is why I bought and renovated it. There's a small farm a quarter of a mile away and that's about it. The pace is approached over a series of single track roads, some with grass growing in the black top (tarmac to you).
Consequently my Parisian soulmate, Simone and I were completely undisturbed there. Skinny dipping in my pool and generally having fun was the order of the day that week or so in August 2016. Simone was married but her husband had no idea what she was up to and in any event we know he had a mistress. God knows why he neglected Simone LL. She has a great personality and …well, a great body. He may not have gotten a lot of pleasure from it but I certainly have.
We have scooted down there from paris each year since 2016 all the way to last year. In between whenever I'm in Paris...well I am sure you can guess that we find ways to satisfy our lust for each other. I know what Simone likes and she knows what I like. Very satisfying it is too. I don't think I would win any physique competitions. In fact there is no way I would but she seems to like something I put inside her a lot...an awful lot. Me, well you only have to look at the shot above to see what I like.
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Another Camilla. Must have been quite a popular name some forty plus years ago, although in this shot she is in her thirties. One of my very early 'upmarket' clients LL. That is upmarket to you, not to me. After what you did, you were more in the Poundland bracket than the Harrods one, as far as I was concerned.
People like Camilla were more my style and more my cerebral equal. That isn't to say they couldn't be very 'naughty' and most were. Camilla was one. I had met her in London via a woman who lived near my apartment in Docklands, called Emma. I don't think Emma ever realized how many women her introductions led me to and how many I bedded.
I was invited to Camilla's place in Berkshire. I can't give the exact location because she still lives there but let's just say it a very nice country house. The invitation was supposedly so that I could practice my photography and if my out put was any good she might buy some. In the end no money changed hands. Not because my photos weren't any good. A fair few were but because payment if you can call it that came from somewhere else entirely.
It all started innocently enough with coffee in the kitchen, some photos in the garden then a light lunch...some salad stuff as I recall and have noted. Then more shots inside the house again all quite innocent LL, although by now Camilla had been talking with me for several hours and I thought at the time, felt comfortable in my company. I was right.
She asked me to take shots of her in her underwear. I did. There was some chat about did I think she was attractive. I think LL, she was seeking some sort of affirmation. I told yes she was and very photogenic. Camilla was pretty, there was no getting away from that.
The last shot I took at that stage LL, was in the dining room the one you see in the shot above. Camilla disappeared upstairs for another change of underwear, at least that what I thought at the time. I adjusted my lens and moved the tripod while I waited. Then she reappeared. She hadn’t changed into another set of underwear but came into the room wearing some sort of negligee. Things was, she had nothing underneath. That was more than apparent.
She wanted some, as she put it, more sexy photos. They don’t come much sexier than appearing naked and only wearing a see through negligee. I will correct that. She removed the negligee and I have to say she looked sexier than ever completely naked. She produced a pair of panties from behind a chair. Her bending over naked to retrieve them nearly gave me heart failure, but on reflection she had done it on purpose, giving me a full on view of her pussy from behind.
The purpose of the panties were to add to the shot above a suggestion of wantoness...and they did. They were her words, incidentally. When finally I had finished photographing her and her very nice body she put the negligee back on and said 'come upstairs and talk to me while I change’. it was more than obvious where that invitation was going to end up and it did LL.
There I was coming down repeatedly on that body. She had already come once when I had buried my head between her silken thighs and the second time those same thighs were lifted high in the air while I wallowed in her juices, all the way until she came. Once again after she had stopped cramping I withdrew and had her turn over and kneel, head down, butt up.
She was still panting from her exertions when I had me second view, after the dining room, of her pussy, from behind. The difference this time was that is engorged wet and wide open. I slipped back into her easily and felt myself grow inside her. I reached round and squeezed her boobs, alternately. They were firm, not overlarge and her nipples had already returned to their erect position of earlier.
Up to now sex with Camilla and had been fairly gentle and considerate. I was standing she was kneeling. She said to me, between breaths, that I could 'play' a little rough. By that I took that to mean I could be more forceful and I was. The demure and sophisticated lady I had met several hours earlier was now anything but LL.
She was shouting all those yes's, screaming out 'oh my God', moaning and taking quite a pounding from me from behind. Toward the end I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and still I was thrusting hard into her my erection as full as it has ever been and then I felt my juices rising, coming, starting to tarvel slow at first and then with a rush I was emptying every last drop inside her. As I did my cock was throbbing as it pushed my semen out. She felt it, shouted 'Oh, oh ohhhh!' and then came herself.
The bed was soaked so we moved over to the further side and lay body pressed against body side by side kissing. Her warm shapely body pressed so hard to mine I wondered if she would ever let me go. She was a good lay. I told her so. She told me that what I had given her was wonderful.
By late afternoon it was time to make a move. She showered and then I showered. We could have shared and indeed we did on another occasion, but this first time we knew how it might end up. The other thing was she was due at a friend's at 7.00-ish that evening and I had something/someone to do in London … if I could manage it!
We agreed to meet up again. I wouldn't say she begged LL, but she came close to it. That had to arranged carefully as she was a married woman.
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Not married, not English, not French, but American.
I met Liza in France not a million miles from Carcassonne. She is forty now but a youthful thirty eight in the phot above. When I say I met her in France, what I mean is I met her off her plane. Liza and I had known each other for some time in New England. Once only in the way I am sure you think I mean LL...sex.
She works as a CPA out of Boston Mass as a CPA (Certified Public Accountant) and looks after my tax affairs LL along with her team. We got to know each other back in 2010 when I transferred my tax stuff to the firm she works with. Back then she was only about five years qualified and newly married. By 2016 she was separated and her husband had left the family home for another woman.
On one of my visits to her office in 2016 while discussing some tax relief I could claim she broke down in tears in front of me...then promptly apologised. I asked what was the matter which is when i learned of her separation. After she had recovered somewhat I said for her to forget the tax stuff for me that day. I could easily come back. I told her what she needed was a really nice guy to take her out to dinner and I indicated the area outside her office where there we quite a few young men working.
Her answer was to ask whether I knew any really nice guys. I told her not really, and I didn't most of my male friends are around my age LL, or they are married. She said that she knew one. I said that's good then, get him to take you out to dinner and make a fuss of you. My next question was who. The answer bowled me over.
' There's a really nice guy sitting right in front of me. I'd like it a lot if he took me to dinner' was her reply. I did. I stayed on in Boston until late afternoon and waited in a nearby coffee place until she had finished work. We went straight to dinner when she appeared. I let her talk and talk about what she had on her chest regarding her husband. We were on pretty friendly terms although this was the first time we had met socially. Liza told me that I was a good listener. I didn’t interrupt her flow apart from when she asked me a question. I don’t recall what we had for dinner, the conversation from Lisa’s side was too intense for that. Come 8.30 pm -ish We had about wrapped up all we or mainly she, was going to talk about over dinner so I paid the check, left a tip and we left.
Liza lived in Boston. I lived and live in Concord over the State border. I would invite you home she said to me after we had walked a few yards, but she explained she couldn’t because of her husband and what might be reported back to him. I told her that was fine. After all I had come to town to discuss tax and had ended up having dinner with a pretty lady. I told her that, for me, was a ‘win’.
At that point she reached up and kissed me LL. Her next words were to ask whether I was going to drive back to Concord. I said I was. I hadn't more than just one beer. Liza asked me to take her with me and so I did.
An hour and half later we drew up at my place LL. … and it was time for bed. We shared mine and that was when we made love.
I was abroad a fair bit of the time and although that was the case we kept in touch via email, Facetime and much more recently via WhatsApp. Then, in 2018 as she was still drifting, I suggested a vacation in France. She jumped at the idea and loved everything about the country. She hadn't left the States before, much like 90% of my now countrymen. I had my travel office arrange the flights from Boston to Paris and from there to Carcassonne where I picked her up.
The photo above was taken during her stay. The raincoat is hers as are the hold ups she's removing. I bought her the coat in Boston/ Why a raincoat? It was raining in Boston when she left.
As you can see LL, Liza is an attractive woman and she has a great body. The photo was taken a short time after she arrived. She enjoys my body and I certainly enjoy hers. Her breasts and all her other curves are a delight to behold and...hold
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One of those instances where I use the phrase ….need I say more!
Eugénie is of course French. I guess you could describe her as a 'playmate' one of the younger women that inhabit that part of France during summer. Personally, I hate the word, but she ended up at my place, was willing, attractive and surprisingly for her age, pretty darn good in bed. She made my vacation, that's for sure.
Her breasts were a delight to hold and her nipples were among the most responsive I have come across LL...and I have come across quite a few, by request.
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There were more than a few similarities between Rachel above, and Carole. Both were tall, both were sexy, both were almost nymphomaniacs. They couldn't get enough of me. Carole came later of course, a year later in fact.
Carole was divorced or at least that is what she told me at the beginning, although it turned out she was separated. Rachel didn't beat about the bush, she was married and seeking sex. Always a little more exciting with a married woman LL, that I can tell you. Her husband worked off shore servicing the rigs and could be away for up to three months at a time. In the meantime during 2005 and 2006 I serviced Rachel. All those women I had concurrently with you LL were younger, taller and sad to say better in bed. Rachel was no exception.
Where she differed from Carole was in the boob department and in the age stakes. Carole was just a few years younger than you, whereas Rachel was over twelve years younger. I was sitting on her dressing table stool when I took this shot in her home near Bury St Edmunds. I am sure you can get a hint of her breasts from this shot which was taken in June of that year.
I said she was almost a nympho and she was. Whenever I arrived she was all over me wanting to be bedded or even fucked before we made the bedroom. I became used to it and was psyched up before I arrived. That dress brings back memories, the blue one above.
I remember arriving one sunny day to be greeted by Rachel. Her arms went around my neck and we kissed before I made it any further than her hallway. Then her hand strayed southward to gently squeeze the 'family jewels'. I started to harden there and then. She put one of my hands on her thigh and I stroked it up toward where her panties would be. Except she wasn't wearing any. My belt was undone deftly by her while I unbuttoned the top of her dress.
Next thing is my trousers are around my ankles along with my boxers. Rachel's dress is up around her waist and I have quickly removed the top half down to her middle. We just about made it to the kitchen she leading, me shuffling comically behind her, my erection going before me.
She had a large sturdy oak table (I think it came from Habitat originally) onto which she climbed and then lay down. This was all pre-planned by her LL. There was a thick blanket on the table and a cushion for her head. She lay there then opened her legs. I knew what she liked first and I administered it full. I put my tongue and mouth to work on her pussy. You should have seen her writhe LL as I licked her into shape and into a climax. Her arms flailing around. First grabbing my head and pushing me further into her groin and pussy then wildly waving as she moaned very loudly. Her boobs were moving all over the place as she writhed. Then of course when I touched her clit she nearly went through the roof.
I stroked it and stoke it, in a manner of speaking until she hit the heights and came. She always loved starting things that way. Then she slid off the table that morning and stood, kissed me hard and turned around. Her next preferred welcome was for her to be taken from behind. Usually, we made it to the bedroom but on this day either by design or desire we didn't. I reckoned it was by design.
I turned Rachel around so that her lovely arse was pressed against my groin and my erection was able to slip between her legs and find those wet, open welcoming lips. I have noted that I was really fired up that morning and grabbed her breasts (they were always nice and firm) rather roughly and squeezed them both hard and repeatedly. She seemed to love it. She liked me being a bit rough with her and what followed was in that vein.
Entering her was easy following her orgasm and I slid inside and filled her...to her delight. She asked me to be rough and so I didn't mess around being slow and gentle, that would come later. Having entered her and felt her pussy's lips tight around my cock I started thrusting repeatedly and hard, slamming against her backside and her pussy. She was holding the kitchen counter top, legs spread wide and that noise of me slamming the liquid noises and Rachel's shouts and screams filled the kitchen.
I have noted that her noise had made me even harder that morning, that I reached around for her boobs and as she neared her peak I had put my hand on the front of her neck and pulled her head back slightly. I am not sur what triggered everything but she gushed her juices all over me and the kitchen tiles as I came pumping and pumping, emptying what seemed an inordinate amount of semen into her.
Rachel was gasping, I was panting. I was still inside her and I leaned forward onto her back I remember. We regained most of our breath, cleaned up and, believe it or not, a short time later sat and had coffee!
I have looked back on that morning and reckon that explosion of desire and juices was down to Rachel's nymphomaniac tendencies and me being pretty highly sexed. Whatever it was pretty fantastic and scored a rare ten from me LL.
To an extent, I had to ration myself with Rachel. Sex with her was always full on, but we both kept it up for nearly two years until her husband was transferred back to shore based duties. After that in 2007 we saw each other at my town house in Cambridge a few times, but my being abroad a lot brought an eventual amicable end to our escapades.
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Well obviously not London LL, but that is where Julia was from. The location is Cornwall. We had both been swimming in the sea and Julia is in the throes of getting changed in the photo. I persuaded her to drop the blanket to get this shot. She was thirty five back then, must be around fifty now.
We had a relationship that we both enjoyed for a few months separated by my trips abroad. It was one of those casual things. we would get together when we wanted to and/or felt the need. A lovely person was Julia and although I am no longer in touch with her, I’m sure she made a good wife for some guy. We had some very good sex too.
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London 2006
For a change the next two photos depict some of the other work I have done over the years LL. One above and one below. Above is Sophie and below an undergraduate daughter of a friend. Her name is Laura.
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Another student daughter of a friend. This is Coral.
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A lovely selfie from Maggie in Oregon. I received this when I was in Denmark in 2009. She was both teasing me and trying to entice me. I turned it into a black and white photo later. I have the color version too.
Maggi knew what she was doing. There is just the slightest hint of her left areola showing above that plunging neckline. We, that is Maggie and her assets were reacquainted when I returned here...or rather to New England. She was quite a handful and so were her breasts!
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I always thought that Lynette's boobs had a passing resemblance to yours LL, although to be fair to Lyn her were almost twenty years younger. I'm not sure if you can identify the resemblance but it is the way they droop down a little.
In my experience, which is extensive, there are a variety of shapes (and sizes!) out there and Lyn's were a little different to the norm for her age group. Having said all that I should perhaps explain how Lyn and I met. Not via the Internet even though tat was where I met most of my women that year and part of the next.
By May of 2004 I had already chatted with, met and bedded another woman who worked in Keswick. From mid April I had chatted to her - a reaction to you slipping up and lying to me - leaving your palce and going and staying in her tiny flat over a shop in the town. In may I was with her when we both met Lyn while walking down to the Lake.
I was introduced and all three of us chatted. I caught Lyn looking at me several times with more than a passing interest. I didn't think to much about it at that time. We said our goodbyes and Lyn left us to continue our walk.
To this day I don't know how Lyn obtained both my phone number and email, but she did. A day later on the Tuesday, she called me much to my surprise. She was wondering if we could meet up - just the two of us. I told her perhaps and that I would get back to her. The next thing I get is some photos (fully clothed) of Lyn, via email. By this time, I was home in Norfolk LL. Lyn was no fool, by sending the photos she had ensured I would appraise them and begin thinking.
I had already told you I would visit again the next weekend, so that I couldn't cancel, but I hadn't confirmed that fact to Tessa the other woman I was seeing in Keswick. I checked out when Lyn was free by replying to her email and she replied by phone. Wednesday was her day off. I thought it would be interesting to meet Lyn so I said I would on the Wednesday of the following week.
I wasn’t going to let Tessa down so I arranged to see and stay with her on the Monday and Tuesday. They and you were all lined up. You on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I would leave as I usually did on the Monday morning and go straight to Tesla’s. On the Wednesday I would leave Tessa’s and meet up with Lynette. That is exactly what I did LL.
You won’t recall it but I skipped visiting with you that following weekend, mainly because I didn’t get back to Norfolk until the Friday. Fortunately, Lyn lived in Cockermouth and that was where we met. Aptly name as it turned out!
So you in bed over the weekend, followed by Tessa on Monday and Tuesday and then Lyn on Wednesday and Thursday. I took it easy when I got back to Norfolk the rest of Friday and Saturday morning. Friday night was the first night I slept alone that week LL...but not the last. More of that later.
Back to Lyn and our meeting up in Cockermouth on the Wednesday morning. We had coffee together and talked...a lot. Went for a wee walk and then had lunch in the town. Lyn invited me back to her place. She had walked in so I collected my car and we drove to her home. I guess you would call it a cottage type terraced property out on the edge of town. Not as grand as some of the places in the town.
She invited me in and confirmed that I could stay over which was a relief otherwise I would have been heading off early afternoon. She showed me around. It was a two bedroomed place, small but quite cosy and nicely decorated and furnished. We sat down mid afternoon and talked. She said that one of the reasons she had wanted me to stay was...well...because she wanted me.
Apparently Tessa had been talking about how I had satisfied her more than anyone before, in bed. Lyn apparently wanted the same. We were sitting opposite each other in her narrow lounge so we were able to lean toward each other and touch without getting up. I took both her hands and looked her straight in the eye and asked her if she was sure. She said ye she was and leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. As she did her top billowed and the view of her breasts revealed she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact I could see her nipples.
Of course it was intended. I knew that straight way because she was wearing a bar earlier when I opened to door of the car for and laid my hand on her back. There was a bra strap there then, so....
From kissing Lyn left the arm chair and knelt in front of me where I was seated on her couch. She put her hand on my crotch and massaged me a bit. then she asked me to stand up LL. You can probably guess what was coming. She undid my belt and trousers and pulled them down along with my underwear. Out popped my erection which was pretty full and increasing LL.
Lyn pulled top off over her head. That left her wearing just a skirt and me, my shirt. A game of two halves you might say. Her hand encircled my cock. I remember even now how smooth and warm it was. A firm grip, but not too hard...unlike me. I returned the favor and reached down with both my hands and encircled Lyn's breasts. She pumped me, I squeezed her. Then she placed her mouth over my cock.
Lyn was the first woman to do so in 2004, but not the last. Not only that she took almost all of me into her mouth, not just the 'head'. Her soft wet lips sliding to and fro on me were something else LL. I remember you once saying that you 'didn't do that'...I wonder...
Passion took over before Lyn made me come. She stood. I had pretty much removed my shirt by then. Lyn undid her skirt and surprise surprise LL, she had nothing on underneath. Now we were both naked. I embraced her, those boobs of hers pressed against my chest. As you will probably guess from the photo above, like you, she wasn't the tallest woman on the block. We kissed, she opened her legs, I slipped between them and her hips started a lovely back and forth movement. Both of us slipping and sliding back and forth.
She removed her arms from my back and clasped them around my neck. I fondled her breasts as she leaned back. At this angle my tip was almost inside her. She let go of my neck with one hand and used my cock to rub back and forth on her clit. Now she was panting. I held her....by her buttocks. They were rather nice, too. Firm and nicely rounded. She rubbed away faster and faster and then she came. 'Ohhh, ohh, ohhhhhhhh...'
I was rigid. She was wet and dripping. I turned her so she was back to the couch and she lay down. At first she clamped her legs together. She was still experiencing her orgasm and then as she subsided a bit she opened them wide. I knelt between her legs. She looked up at me and just said two words 'Yes please'.
I looked down at her shaven pussy LL she was open, very pink and very wet. Then she took me in hand as I leaned over her and guided me into her warm velvety opening. My tip was there and slowly, so as not to hurt her, the rest of me followed, accompanied by a gasp from her when I was fully in. She took all of me, right up to the hilt.
We stayed like that for a moment as I felt myself expanding even more inside her. Her breasts were spread over her chest and I leaned right down and sucked each in turn. Lyn's nipples responded by becoming hard and quite proud. Then I started thrusting gently in and out. I caught Lyn looking down watching my erection move in and out of her. She told me later, that doing that really turned her on.
For my part LL, I found it quite sexy watching the lips of her pussy expand as I thrust. Expand and then contract as I went into reverse. We had one hell of a time on that couch that afternoon. Lyn came of course with me on top and then we reversed positions so she could bring me and, to her surprise, herself to a climax. Her third that afternoon.
I knew she later in our relationship that she could be a real fiery character in bed, but even she was surprised that she had three orgasm that afternoon...and our first time. It wasn't our last by a long way. I started seeing her Monday evenings after that and intermingled her with Tessa on those weeks that I didn't make it all the way home. Sometimes I was in Hexham or Newcastle. Others in Leeds, Harrogate, or Nottingham. Then there were of course times when I went straight home from you...because 'duty' called in east Anglia. So much servicing, so little time.
On that latter point Lyn has always reminded me of another lady I was fucking over those two and half years of part of 2004, then 2005 and 2006. Her name was Denise. She was about the same build as Lyn except her breasts were firm, almost conical and a joy to slide my hands over and squeeze. I guess she was a bit of a nymphomaniac too. I couldn't keep her away sometimes and she could take everything I could give her and more. Yes, I guess I had a pretty good time back then, and since, and your behavior was the trigger to it all LL.
One final word on that week in 2004. I said earlier that things weren't over for me when I finally returned home. I rested the remainder of Friday and had a lie in Saturday, all alone. In the afternoon, Kim #3 called me and asked what I was doing that evening. I told her nothing so she suggested I go over to her place (I had a key) and we could share a take out Chinese. Sounded good to me so I went over.
When I arrived, this Kim a blonde as opposed to the other two who were brunettes, was in her fairly large bath covered in bubbles. She asked me to join her and so there I was after a week of sexual exertion, sitting facing a pair of my favorite boobs and one of my favorite women. We made love, I dressed and phoned out for our meal. Then I spent the night there. The poor old fella hadn't had so much 'exercise' in one week for some time LL
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Florida 2006
The thing that always pops into my head when I view photos of Alice is her saying....
'Faster, faster faste....oh, oh, ohhhh my God, ohhhhh....'.
Alice lived up on Beachwalk Gardens where I had a condo that operated as a rental, back then. She was a friend of my tenant, Lori. One day she turned up at the home I used to stay at with you (and others😉) in FM. I had met Alice before a thirty something who worked in an office in downtown FM. She sauntered in when I opened the door as brazen as you wish...I wasn't complaining as she was 'well stacked' and you knew me of course as something of a boob man.
I offered her a drink, something cold I recall with lots of ice, the American way. She wandered off still talking with her drink while I told her I had an email to finish. As you may recall LL my computer desk was in my bedroom in those days of dial up connections. Alice wandered in and sat on the bed while I finished my email. Then I turned around. She was bouncing on the bed and smiling and that was not all that was bouncing LL.
I was in shorts and a tee, she in a tee and jeans. We both looked at each. Me from my office chair she from the bed and then she said 'Shall we?' I nodded and then it was a race to see who could get their clothes of the fastest. Alice's top came off then her bra, that was more than sufficient motivation for me to lose my clothes. As you can see above, Alice sported a pair of magnificent firm upturned breasts and that sight alone did wonders for me down below.
She had undone her jeans and then lay back and asked me to help her. I did so willingly, pulling them all the way down. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, her panties came as well. I dropped both on the bedroom floor pulled the blinds half shut and as she lay there legs dangling over the edge of the bed I knelt before her and buried my head at the apex of her thighs.
Lips parted, tongue went to work and a finger. It seemed the combination worked wonders along with the other hand clasped around her left breast, because she came very quickly. Panting, flushed but smiling, Alice told me she wanted me inside her. I Took her thighs and pulled her toward me a little LL with her knees bent and her legs apart, me standing, I entered her.
Almost immediately she said 'Oh yes I like that...a...a...lotttt! I had thrust fully into her with enough grace not to hurt her. She was very, very wet so the piston effect of my thrusting was well lubricated. That made things so easy and indeed so pleasurable for both of us. I continued for some time. I brought Alice to the brink twice and then backed off, in a manner of speaking. In essence I slowed the pace from a jog to walking pace.
This made Alice very needy, she wanted to come. She pulled me onto her twice, then lay back and started her own thrusting. Mean can be a tease too LL, and I was teasing Alice. I'm not mean and I wanted to come as well so I went from walking pace to a jog and then to a sprint. Alice's vocals erupted, which is when she had said - faster, faster, faste....oh, oh, ohhhh my God, ohhhhh..!! That third faster is intoned to be 'faste ...', because that is when the word was cut off with her orgasm.
I had nearly come myself but managed to hold back and allow my body to settle. I withdrew from her and then said I wanted to take her from behind. I held out my hand and she took it as I helped her from the bed. She stood facing me her nipples erect and hard. I felt them against my chest as she kissed me. Equally, her breasts were also hard and firm.
I turned her around so my erection slid between her legs kissed just under her right ear and fondled those gorgeous boobs. So firm so upturned and her little gasps when I brushed her nipples. My right hand stroked her tummy, massaged her just above her pussy. I know how sensitive a clit can be just after sex, so I saved her from that thrill.
Holding her warm body tight against me was really nice LL. Her bottom pressed against my groin, round and firm and her strong legs set slightly apart. Alice said she liked it too - the closeness, the touch of my hands on her body. When I put my hands back on her breasts she held my hands tight over them with her hands and said she didn’t think she could come again but wanted me to.
She bent over her hand sinking into the mattress her hair dangling down. As she did her pussy was positioned just right for me to enter her and I did. Slowly so that she felt comfortable accommodating me from that angle. Then I slid to and fro, to and fro. Alice was uttering mmm’s of pleasure. I hardened even more inside her. Filling her from side to side. ‘God that is so nice’, she said.
My ejaculation had been held back long enough. The poor fella had hardened waned a bit then hardened again. This time I was going to come. Not difficult for me LL. It was more a case of holding back usually. I thrust faster. Alice gripped the bed harder, her hair swing about in unison to each of my thrusts. I held her hip with one hand grabbed her left boob with the other and thrust into her really hard. She was moaning, shouting out, looking back at me. Her face told me that she was on her own journey to an orgasm she didn’t think she could manage.
In the final throes of that hectic, passionate and very physical bout of lovemaking LL she screamed out ‘Yes, ohhhhh, yes, yes yes!’ She had come well and truly. I followed close behind...literally, pumping into her. Alice was exhausted, I was panting. We threw ourselves onto the bed - the very same one you had been fucked in LL. We cuddled and Alice told me while her rested on my chest that the third time, the last time was like nothing she had experienced before. We both smiled at the fact that she thought she couldn’t manage a third orgasm.
After we had both showered Alice said that she had turned up with only half a thought to having sex with me. I asked her why she came anyway. She told me that she had a 'conversation' with a girl friend and this older guy had come up as a subject. It apparently revolved around how I had performed in bed with the 'girl friend' As my 'conquests' in FM back then weren't that many LL. I had a good idea who it was.
Seems I was 'recommended'. Alice came back a number of times and I was pleased she did. I reckon she had a pair of the best breasts I had handled back then. We tried a few other positions over the months and carried on into 2007 whenever I was there...and my company, or lack of it allowed. We are still in touch. In fact, I wonder what she is up to today.... Joking of course. She is married and now lives in Virginia.
The photo was taken in the garage at WLC, FM and she still has a copy along with a few others, so she tells me.
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Forty three. No that's not her chest measurement LL, but Drew's age. That is her kitchen in the photo … oh … and Drew of course. How could I forget to mention a lady like that! I took the photo while sitting at her kitchen table wearing just my boxers.
You might draw a conclusion from that and Drew's nakedness and you would be 100% correct. The question is was it before or after. In fact, it was both. That is after and before.
I met Drew in Worcester, Massachusetts in a coffee shop. She was alone, I was alone. I was reading a book I had long promised myself I would. It was The Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence of Lawrence of Arabia fame. I kept noticing this lady a couple of tables away keep looking over. In any other circumstance it might have been disconcerting, but she was pretty and it wasn't.
Finally I looked up fully when she was looking and I smiled at her. She smiled back and called back that she was fascinated by the title of my book. We started a conversation and she came over with her latte and sat down. 'Is it philosophy?' she had asked. I said no and explained it was an autobiography. Then it dawned on her as to who T.E. Lawrence was and she laughed. Turned out that she lectured at Amherst in Springfield LL, where she lived.
I asked her all about the college and how she came to be teaching there. Drew told me it was a long story but she had been teaching in New York State and married, when she discovered her husband had been cheating on her. She decided to move away back to her home State, Massachusetts and really landed on her feet with the position at Amherst.
She enquired as to how I ended up where I have and also the fact I was a Brit living there. I told her my story LL. You weren't part of it. In fact you are now just an aberration in what has been a wonderful life since I shed you. By the time we had finished talking it was lunchtime so we wandered off together and found a restaurant and continued our chat. Eventually, we both had to go, but before Drew left she invited me to one of her evening lectures and I agreed to go. She's really nice LL, so it wasn't a difficult decision.
Springfield is about 150 miles from where I live near Concord and Drew was aware of this and said I could stay over after her lecture. I went with the flow and thanked her for the offer. Which is how I ended up with the shot above and several more back in Fall of last year.
After the lecture we grabbed a take out pizza to share and I opened some wine I brought down with me. We sat, ate, drank and talked. Then it was time for bed. Drew showed me upstairs leading the way. I followed with my overnight bag. She showed me into a bedroom that was obviously hers. I hardly had time to take that fact in LL when she asked if I didn't mind sharing as she wanted to get layed!
One thing you may not be aware of with a many women is that it is they not always the men that want sex. That old thing about men's brains being in their trousers applies equally to women's brains being in their panties...if you believe either stupid comment. I don't.
Almost before I had time to answer she was removing her pants (trousers to you) and standing there long-legged in her panties. I unessed as Drew took her top and bra off. By the time I was naked she walked over and said for me to hug her. Having her naked body against mine and her boobs spread across my chest resulted in only one thing...an erection. We didn't waste it...twice. I slept like a log that night and so did Drew. Turned ou she was in the habit of wandering around naked which partly explains the shot above.
We made love that morning before we got up and then. Well with her wandering around like that we went back to bed mid morning and had sex all over again. Drew is one of the ladies I see even during this Covid time, so I am certainly not 'starved'. My companion here in Florida, incidentally, is someone else entirely.
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Claire is an English lady who took a vacation with me in France in June of 2009. Classy and naughty as well. A nice combination LL. Good conversation and excellent in bed. An ideal vacation in my book. I had rented a villa on the Côte d’Azure. It was ideal. Claire liked to swim, we both liked to dine out and that is what we did more or less. I read and wrote while Claire swam or sunbathed. She allowed me to take lots of photos of her of which the above is just one of a quite a few ‘cheeky’ ones.
So, we walked swam, read, sunbathed by day, dined in the evening. At night we made love and sometimes during the day, especially early mornings and afternoons. I have an abiding memory of Claire's hair, funny as that may seem.
First of all it always smelled good. Secondly, I loved it when it was dangling down in my face because it meant she was on top of me and thirdly, when I held it pulling her head back. She loved that just before she came on those occasions when I took her from behind.
As you might guess from the photo the latter position wasn't always adopted indoors! Claire was a great sexual partner. We might start with me taking her from above. Winding her up in a manner of speaking and then she would ask mid fuck to change positions and sit on my lap and ride me. Finally and before she came even once she would climb off, bend over and have me fuck her hard from behind. The change of pace and position all in one good fuck was really quite sexy.
Claire is someone I met at a party in London in 2007. She was fascinated by my travel tales, of which you knew very little to nothing LL, and admired my camera work. I did a commission with her about a week after we first met in 2007 that ended up on my studio couch. Claire is married, incidentally, and was when she came on vacation in France with me.
After that 'quickie' on the couch, she would visit me for rather longer sessions in my bed. She loved it when I bought the Knightsbridge home and we still give yet another bed there a good pounding. The last time was January this year.
Great boobs, a lovely arse and a willing partner/ All that and sophistication and intelligent conversation. Claire was and is quite the package.
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Karen lives in Newmarket in the UK. She did then and does now. This photo was taken at my Denia home. Not the one you knew LL, but my much grander affair in the hills at the back of the town.
She loved it there. I is quite a place compared with that pit you chose. To be fair I had less wealth then, but that changed rapidly. Funnily enough right after I let you go, or rather manipulated you into going. Karen was one of my first 'guests' and I think she was the one that 'christened' my bed. I have a pool there quite private. In fact very private so a little topless and bottomless bathing was the order of that day especially after the first two nights.
I met Karen via a dating website - not the one you used - late in 2005. We went to dinner. I visited her, she visited me (in Norfolk, not London). We made love. She thought I was highly sexed. Karen also told me that she didn't come easily. That is sexually - not in any other way. So we had a little bet that I could make her come not once but more than once.
The first time we made love she did come. She told me she would n't if she raised her legs. I'd never heard of that one before. I mounted her legs down and entered her that first time in her home in Newmarket. Somehow, she told me afterward LL, she had expected me to just start thrust until I came. You know get in and then go hell for leather. I didn't. That's not my way - as you once knew.
I was slow, exploring her, squeezing her boobs - they were pretty good as you can see - and teasing her nipples until they were hard as rivets. I kept that slow steady rhythm up for some time to Karen's surprise, until I felt she might be ready to come. It isn't quite so easy when a woman has her legs apart but not up but I managed to make sure my cock rubbed her clitoris each time I was on the backward part of my thrusts.
The first noise she made was a whimper. At that point I guessed something was happening to her so up the anti, so to speak LL. It all worked and Karen came. The whimper became a shout and she was there. I persuaded her that legs apart and bent upward would work for her if I did something first. That was to use my tongue on her clit.
The second time we slept together, that is exactly what I did with Karen holding her legs high and wide. She came no trouble at all. Then mounting her, she came again. Finally as I hadn't come she allowed me to take her from behind. She gushed LL, well and truly and I came almost immediately afterward. She told me afterward that she felt I had unlocked something within her. It certainly seemed I had given her performance on subsequent occasions LL.
By the time we took the vacation in Denia she was well and truly in the swing of things and told me that I had awakened her sexuality in a way she hadn't thought possible. For me Karen was a delightful woman. Good company, in need of company, a good conversationalist and by that time a really excellent bedroom partner. We continued until 2009 when she went to Switzerland to live. We are still in touch.
She said I was like some of the people in Newmarket - a good trainer, who led her to a good ride!
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One of my Californian clients who decided she wanted to get away for a week or so. We drove out into the desert and stayed in Palm Springs LL. The photo was taken a few miles out of Palm Springs in the desert. Caroline had not worn a bra that day because she wanted these photos out in the desert so just panties and a dress.
I didn't have a home in California back then so my visits, usually on business, were based in hotels. By 2009 however, there were more than a few ex-client women who were more than willing to accommodate me. I stayed with a male friend, in Santa Barbara on this occasion. An old buddy from the USN. Caroline and I had arranged to see each for a number of reasons.
One was the photographs. She loved the way I got her to pose for a shoot. She said it captured the essence of her personality...and her beauty. The second was because she wanted to get away from her friends and ….her husband. It wasn't so much neglect by him but a lack of ability in bed even though he had been assisted by Viagra. Due to his general health and being well overweight (ring a bell LL?) he had to stop the Viagra. All of which meant he was unable to perform.
The other reason was me. She said I had English manners, was a great lover and satisfied her like no other had LL. Not a bad accolade from a very beautiful woman, wouldn't you say. We enjoyed a really good time in Palm Springs. It wasn't my first visit by any means. I had been there in '92, '95 and 2001, but it was my first visist as a single man, although not my last...
Due to the fact Caroline was 'deprived' most of the time, she was very active during our stay. At night, in the morning and often during the day. On top, underneath, backways and lap. Sometimes two at the same coupling. She certainly went home from Palm Springs a happy, contented and very satisfied woman, LL. For me she was and is the epitome of a beautiful woman - perfect.
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Jolanta ran the small hotel I stayed in along with her quite aged mother. Her father had long since passed. The place I stopped at was a bit of a mouthful - Ranczo Smyczyna - LL.
There are other hotels there but this small family place almost a B &B was fine for the two nights I would be there. I was, I discovered, the only guest. I ate out rather than put them to the trouble of cooking for just me and their selves. Jolanta was around I guess 30-32 years of age and not unattractive. She also spoke English, where her mother didn't.
I had been in Hannover and had driven via Berlin to this small Polish town, on my way to Lodz and a commission. That night after imbibing a decent amount of some Polish spirit wit a local guy who chatted with me in a bar, I made my way back to my lodgings. Jolanta had provided me with a key. I was as quiet as I could be and entered to hotel and made my way upstairs to my room. There was a low wattage light on the landing, just enough to see to unlock my door.
While I was fumbling with the key, it was one of those Yale locks and you needed to insert the key right way up, I heard noise from the room next door. I managed to get the key in the hole and opened the door as quietly as I could. As I stood extracting the key from the lock in my doorway the door to the room next to mine opened. It was Jolanta.
In the gloom of that landing I could see she was wearing a negligee that hid very little. She had no bra but was wearing panties. She put her finger to her lips in a gesture to say nothing. Then she walked over and into my doorway gently pushing me backward into my room where she removed her negligee and started undressing me. It looked like I was going to get layed LL...and I did.
My clothes were soon in a heap on the floor and Jolanta was removing her panties. Still no words until she whispered in my ear that mother was a deep sleeper and not only that she was on the ground floor at the other end of the building. I put my arms around Jolanta as she pulled my boxers down. Out popped my fella, fully locked, cocked and loaded. Not surprising given Jolanta had a really great figure and her nipples were rubbing against my chest. I took charge and gently pushed her onto the bed. She opened her legs LL and three orgasms for her and one enormous coming for me later we slept
Around 5.00 am she crept back to her own bedroom.
The next day was Sunday and so I took Jolanta out for photos that she asked me for. Mother had gone to church being a good Catholic. Jolanta directed me to a derelict farm where she posed for me and for herself. The shot above is one of the set. That night was a repeat performance on both our parts. I'll always recall her boobs and bum - both were great.
Next morning I headed for Lodz. I haven heard from Jolanta since 2011.
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Back now to your era LL. This lady's photo was taken at her home in Aylsham on March 30th of that year, a Wednesday. We had been chatting online - she said she liked talking with older men. I had been monitoring your computer/email/browsing for some time, since 2004 and your admission that you had 'played away'. It was about then that 'ping' I saw you talking with the man you have remained with ever since.
I already had a fair few woman in tow who kept me busy and indeed kept my 'interest' up, but I was tempted to meet up with Janice especially after my latest discovery about you and your deceit. that was when I decided to spend a lot less time with you and start my plan to manipulate you into leaving. I did give you a few more chances to commit but like most things in your life, you failed that too.
Jan and I agreed to meet at the Plough Inn at Marsham. We met in the car park just as it was getting dark. She turned up in what I think was a Ford Fiesta, if memory serves. We had a drink and a meal. Jan was single and for all intents and purposes so was I. She was in her thirties so a twenty year gap, but that didn't seem to matter as we clicked quite quickly. Having chatted online beforehand helped.
At the end of the evening I was blessed with a kiss in the parking lot. Jan wanted to meet again and so we set a date for the cinema in Norwich. I said I would collect her if she allowed me to call at her home. She agreed.
Old hat I know, but we went to the movies, enjoyed the film together and then went and had a curry. I drove her home around 10.30 pm. She asked me in, ostensibly for a drink, hot or cold. I chose a coffee. Jan said she was going to change so I was left sipping coffee and leafing through a woman's magazine.
She reappeared in her dressing gown. Taking what I thought was a hint I told her I had better leave and let her get some sleep. Of course although she may have been hinting, I was testing the water LL.
Seemed the water was warm and about to get hotter. She said something along the lines of would you like to stay, and... maybe she could persuade me. At that point she undid her gown LL revealing her complete nakedness beneath. Not only that she let the gown drop to the floor. I stayed - that was a no-brainer!
The photo above was a bit off fun about a week later at her place. Her idea of a 'fashion show' to entice me, not that I needed any encouragement! That was a summer of love with Jan (and others), a summer of love-making.
So while you were chatting up your new man I was doing a little more than mere talk, regularly with several partners. All your own fault LL. I know you had no idea that I had found you much earlier on, nor did e than thee slightest inkling, if that, of my being with other women, some right on your doorstep.
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London 2006
Emma sitting up in bed, Saturday October 29, 2005. I don't think I need to say a lot more, bearing in mind the last weekend I spent at your home was 14-17 October, 2005 LL.
I did a pretty good impression of being shocked, heartbroken etc etc...didn't I. You needed that and what followed, to remind as these blogs do that you weren't the only one who can shaft people.
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Have a nice day ma'am
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