The Willing

 For LL in the UK

Misspent summers in the main, but not wholly, you could say LL. I prefer to class them as well spent...and it wasn't all about the sex either.

I may not post more tales from my 'six hundred'. I think you have gotten the message. If you do want more, just post a smiley on  your Twitter account.

Unlike my most recent posts where words have been a little scarce, I will fill you in on these ladies. 

I will probably post photos in the future from my not inconsiderable portfolios, but words and full narratives will be scarce. I have too many other things going on in my life, not least of which is family and writing my twenty fifth book. I have written the odd short story as well.

Summer in Bavaria to start with. This lady, Margit, was introduced to me in London as a possible client in 2008. I was still spending quite a bit of time in the UK back then. Meeting Margit at a party she came over as a lady who seemed a bit lonely. It was written on her face, at least I thought so at the time. Yet, she told me she was married. Her husband at that time having returned to Germany on a business matter that had called him back to Munich.

We were introduced at the party by my good friend Charlotte who organised things and we all circulated around the table between courses. I ended up next to Margit when dessert was served. We sat there after having eaten chatting over several glasses of wine. I'm not sure whether it was the wine but I guess it was. Her legs and thigh were increasingly pressed against my leg and her hand spent more and more time on my leg, as we talked. Margit took my hand twice and under cover of the table placed it on her upper thigh.

Leaning into whisper into my ear several times gave me quite a view of the tops of her breasts too. She was flirting of course LL. Our conversation however turned to family and travel. We quickly dispensed with family conversation, although Margit hadn't known that I was single/widowed. For her part she told me her husband was older than I was. In fact, she flattered me by saying that I didn't look my age. My daughter still says it to this day.2008 was the year of the party.

Around eleven that evening the party started to break up. Margit and I left at the same time with another couple. I hailed a cab for Margit who,, just as she was getting in the cab gave me a fleeting kiss on the lips and handed me a piece of paper with her cell phone number on it LL. That was it, the end of a very pleasant evening. It was still warm so I decided to walk back to my place, across Hyde Park.

I fired off some emails to the States and then hit the sack.

The next morning I rang Margit to say how much I had enjoyed her company. She, being a good deal younger than me LL, I found she was so alive and fun to be with. She suggested that perhaps we could meet for lunch. I agreed. I never, and have rarely ever, turned down an invitation to be in the company of an attractive woman. I spent the rest of the morning on various business matters and then met Margit outside our agreed eating place in central London, making sure I was there first to greet her.

We lunched slowly from 1.00 pm through until 3.30 pm,or thereabout. Then we walked a bit, talking, pausing at store windows that took Margit's fancy and then, after a while, she told me that she would love to see my home. I told her I only had an apartment (back then) in London, but my main home in the UK was just outside Cambridge. I suggested a visit if that was OK for her, bearing in mind she was a married woman. She played rather coy LL, and said she would let me know.

It took all of twenty four hours and she was ready to visit the following day. I kept a car in London then, as I do now. Then it was a Lexus, now I keep two cars there - a Bentley and an Aston Martin. I picked her up and just over an hour later we were there. I still had the townhouse back then, but that was empty at the time and on the market, so it was my new house that we arrived at. I have moved since then again as Ash and I wanted a place that was truly ours and not mine or hers.

It took very little time, after we arrived had coffee and relaxed a bit, before a tour of the house had us both in my bedroom. I knew that the visit was about LL, but one is never 100% sure until...

Margit didn't waste time either. Whoever said the Germans were not that sexy, had never been 'entertained' by one. She was removing her skirt as soon as we entered the room. Then pressing herself and her not inconsiderable breasts against me. I didn't hold back and we kissed long and quite passionately. Tongues exploring moths. My hands on her waist then sliding over her buttocks removing her panties. My thumbs pushed them over her hips and they fell to her ankles. At that point we parted. She took her top off and her bra while I shed my polo shirt and chinos etc.

She didn't christen that bed. That honor had fallen, an appropriate word, to several other ladies. I guess I don’t have to describe her breasts LL as they are on display above, albeit that photo was taken in Bavaria when I visited during a business trip about three weeks later.

Margit, like a number of married women I met, was neglected, particularly in the bedroom. She was both frustrated and horny, so it was no surprise that we ended up in, or rather on, my bed so soon after arriving at my home. She thought I was highly sexed - not the first woman to say so LL - sex then coffee, lunch then sex and afternoon tea then sex. A joint shower followed when she managed to raise me once again all wet and slippery, like her pussy. Loved handling her 'melons' in that showered LL, sliding though my hands as I fucked her from behind. 

If I have abiding memories of Margit it is of course her body, her sexual appetite and the way her upper thighs quivered almost non-stop when she came.

We didn't stopover and drove back in the  evening to London. Bavaria followed three weeks later when she was equally 'hungry'. That photo above was her enticing me to take her inside and ... well take her ... inside.

 

The two photos above were taken in 2007 in France. It would be fair to say I enjoyed both those views of Sarah in the bedroom ... when we were both naked. 

She had no partner and I was well, you know what I was, widowed. I was living part of my time in the apartment in London and the rest of the time in Cambridge still managing my real estate in East Anglia. In addition I had developed my photography - the pun is intended. I was gathering clients like they had gone out of fashion LL and it all was keeping me very busy what with travel to Europe and spending a lot more time here in the States. I needed a vacation come summer of 2007 and as Sarah had no one apart from a few girl friends to go anywhere with she agreed to come with me to the south of France.

It was that trip that sowed the idea of a home near Carcassonne in my mind. Sarah and I had enjoyed each other a few times when we were both at a loose end and had dinner together which always ended up in her be or mine. Apart from those odd nights, we hadn't spent an extended period of time together. Before the trip I went with Sarah on a couple of shopping trips in the West End so she could make sure she was fully equipped for the sun and the beach.

With the good food great beaches and excellent sex Sarah said it was the best holiday she had had in a long time. Funny I heard that once before somewhere when I took 'some woman' to Sorrento, Italy. Incidentally, to digress, I have been to two other Sorrento's since you time LL. Over here in the States and also in Oz. The difference was that I could trust Sarah and so we remain friends to this day, unlike you LL.

It was a great week all round and Sarah's boobs I knew, were very round and she loved me fondling them. She was a bit of a screamer during sex and that has always turned me on, so our sex was great as I knew it would be. A week and we were on our way home again, full of good food, excellent wine and two very sexually satisfied travelers.

Talking of nice breasts, here is another pair that have felt my touch. They belong to Laura and on that particular day in the summer of 2005 I can tell you LL, they were nice and warm.

You have seen Laura before in earlier blogs, so this might be her farewell given that I may not post any more blogs with a narrative. WE first met in the March of that year, after I discovered yet another of your men that you were consorting with behind my back. You really couldn't stop yourself could you. Now you are lumbered with him for good and lumbering is certainly the way he walks.

Back to Laura. In fact she had a very nice back and an even better front. Lubrication was her turn on, but more of that a little later LL. We met at work, the last employer I had when I knew you. She worked in my department of which I was head man. Tongue in cheek you could say she worked under me. I occasionally saw her and other ex-colleagues about Norwich when I was in the City after I had left that company. 

One day when I was in my usual watering hole, Auberge, having coffee and a spot of lunch, Laura who was on her lunch break approached my table. I stood and we said hello. We chatted briefly and I offered to get her a drink. She sat down. The conversation revolved around the office and the people I had worked with and had worked for me. Laura at thirty one was the youngest in my old department. 

One of the guys who had visited my home when we were on a trip to see a client, referred to my house as 'South Fork'. A joke of course LL, referring to its size. Laura mentioned it during our conversation and said she would love to see it sometime. I had no problem with that. Although sex was far from my mind at that time, it turned out it wasn't more than a few summer clothes away for Laura. I had no idea at that point that she had 'the hots' for me.

I invited her over the following Saturday morning which turned out to be a nice hot June day. I was out the back when she arrived, hearing her car on the gravel forecourt. I walked through the integral car port and there she was. As the head of the department I never commented but the other guys there were always remarking on the size of her breasts, which you could say LL, went before her. I certainly noticed that morning as she was displaying a good third of them and her cleavage.

Laura loved where that house of mine was. She thought it was very private. We walked through to the back garden and did a walk around as we talked. Then it was inside for a drink. As I was conjuring up the drinks, I told Laura to help herself and have a look around downstairs. Then my notes tell me the phone rang and I was held up for about fifteen minutes. I left the drinks in the kitchen and went to look for Laura.

I eventually found her in my bedroom looking out of the window toward the church. Her dress and bra were on the chair in that room. All she wore LL was her panties and to be honest they didn't cover much at all. She carried those boobs of her quite 'proudly'. Previously I could only imagine what they were like. At that point I discovered they were every bit as lovely as I had imagined. I was in shorts and a tee shirt ... but not for long. If I learned one thing after I discovered you had 'strayed', it was to take my chances when I could, especially when it was so blatantly on offer.

I looked at her after I had stripped down to my underwear and she looked at me. More precisely her eyes alighted on the bulge in my underpants. My eyes traveled down from her fair hair, to her bare shoulders and breasts, taking in her curves both into her waist and then out again round her hips and down to her legs. Glancing up again I noticed her panties were damp, right where her pussy resided. This lady was ready LL and 'on heat'.

Do you know what priapic means LL? I am guessing you don't. It refers to a man being erect most of the time. I can't say that is me, quite, but Laura nearly had that effect on me (as did Carole the following year and one or two or more, others!)

There we were in my old bedroom, both near naked. Laura then walked up to me real close. Her hands went onto my buttocks inside my pants (rather like Julia in the photo below). She leaned forward to kiss me. I did the same my hands inside her panties squeezing her very nice ass. As I mentioned earlier her boobs were big and firm and as we kissed I felt her erect nipples against my chest. If hadn't already been erect, I would have been then.

Off came the underwear. Laura steered my erection between her legs. She was wet, my earlier observation had been correct and she was it seemed a bit desperate for me to be inside her LL. All this on a Saturday I wasn't visiting you. Laura slid to and fro along the length of my cock. I could feel she was wide open. She released her arms from my back and placed them on my shoulders, leaning back a little as she did. My tip then rested in her opening. I placed my hands on her breasts and they just about covered each of her tits.

They were firm and her nipples hard. This lady was well aroused...as I was as well. By now we had backed toward the bed LL, intentionally or unintentionally, I don't recall. As Laura's legs touched the side of the bed she sat down, then she lay back and asked me to make her come. I lifted her legs LL and she took them herself, spreading them up and apart. I know from our conversation later that she expected me to enter her. She said herself, also later, that she had been 'gagging' for it.

Instead I knelt on the floor and buried my head between her soft warm thighs. Virtually now pubic hair down there, just a thin sliver resting above her pussy. At thirty she had never had her pussy exercised by a man's tongue so when I got down there she had asked what I was doing, then once I started she realised LL...that's for sure. You should have heard her moans as I stroked her clit to an erect state. They kept me nice and hard listening to them. The inevitable followed when she came.

I stood up to find her face a picture. Red in the face, still panting a little and swallowing hard between breaths. I looked down at her pussy which was still pulsating. Laura looked down at my erection then the two were joined as, standing, I entered her and away we went. Or ...rather away I went pumping into her. Having tee-ed up her pussy entry had been fairly easy given she was wide open and nice and slippery.

It took little to have her moaning again between her telling me how nice it was. my hands were free so I took the opportunity to fondle and squeeze her lovely boobs LL. Nice wet sounds emanated from between her thighs as I up my tempo a little and came down hard on her clit. That resulted in her second climax. Same again - a pulsating pussy that stayed open, she well dilated by now. Having come twice I gave her a break and lay on the bed beside her, but she was still hungry and that open pussy needed filling again.

She mounted me and took over the action...to begin with.

Laura shuffled into position and then came down on my erection. Up and down she went LL, faster and faster, her tits bouncing around all over the place until I took them in hand. Lots of oh's lots of moaning and then she started slapping her own bottom as she tried to reach her peak again. Coming down on me I knew she was making sure her clit was stimulated to the point of no return. I squeezed one of her boobs with my left hand and slapped bottom hard with the other. She erupted.

Her cum was everywhere down there and it didn't just ooze it kept flowing. You should have seen her face LL, she had never had such an orgasm, she told me afterward. Her eyes, her moth and her screams were a sight and sound to behold. Then she collapsed on top off me - we were still connected and I hadn't come.

I amsure you can guess what happened next.

Yep. I flicked her over near the edge of the bed and fucked her from behind. She hadn't done that either! You could say that for Laura it was an educational' morning. I came that last time. Both semi exhausted we lay on the bed stroking and fondling and talking. Then I remembered the drinks. There went our elevenses, although after all that 'exercise' it was only 11.15 a.m.

I could tell you what Laura said to me and about me, but I won't as it would just serve to reinforce what you missed by doing what you did. We showered, we dressed and we went out for a pub lunch in the country. Did we meet again for sex. What do you think? Of course we did...as I said I never turn down an attractive and willing woman, who want's to get laid.

This was a jaunt in the country that ended up being quite a sensuous interlude. It was in your county too LL, way back in  June 2004.

Up and down. I saw her on the way up to your county and sometimes on the way down. Julia liked up and down a lot. Either by me, or by her. The internet found her of course, or rather w found each other. When I was coming up to you. I told her I was on the way home. When I left you to head in the general direction of my home, I told her that I was arriving. Not too difficult to switch things around in her pretty head, LL. I was a business man to her and of course I could walk the walk and talk the talk so she was convinced and quite happy and at ease with me.

All of that aside Julia was lovely and very sexy. Another lady in thirties, but only just. Hard to believe she is now fifty six, but time marches on for all of us not always for the better in your case LL. There was an age gap of course but she was divorced and not seeking another permanent man in her life just some good times and plenty of sex. I provided both - she provided the sex. I even flew her down  to Stansted on a few occasions and we spent a few nights in London seeing a show eating out and my showing her the sights.

She thought it very exciting to have sex outdoors which is where the above shot arises from. I arose too and she provided herself, legs akimbo, to receive me. I can't recall how many trees we had sex from behind against but it was quite a few, including an oak tree in my garden. The rest were in your National Park LL. All after your March 2004 revelation. We lasted right up to January 2006 when I decided to cut a lot of my relationships due to the fact I was travelling elsewhere and partly living in London.

An entirely different location and an entirely different class of woman. I had moved onward and upward LL by July 2007. Back where I belonged in a sense, back in my own social class. Leaving The East Anglian girls and the other women I met up and down the country, largely behind. There were a few that I kept on so to speak.

The lady here is Helena. I use the word lady fairly loosely because she was no lady in the bedroom - she was quite rampant. Many of these women attended private schools. That is schools where there were girls only. I don't know if that had anything to do with their appetites, sexually speaking, but in many cases of those I came across and there have been many LL, they all had this desire to get laid. That is whether they were married, engaged 'spoken for or whatever.

It has seemed to me that they missed out somewhere along the line and were doing a lot of catching up.

I met Helena through photography. Once again it was a recommendation from another lady. Helena a married woman requested my services via her friend and I agreed to take a few shots for her and if she was pleased with them we could set up a shoot at my studio. It was all a ploy on both women's parts LL, but being a man, I was kept in the dark about Helena's real intentions. Not that I minded when I found out what those intentions were!

Mid thirties with the loveliest ass LL  as you can see above. The other side of Helena was just as good. The photo was taken when we met each other at an art gallery in London. A quick flick of her dress and a quick flick of my camera and I capture her bottom to perfection...which is what I thought of what I saw and what you see above. Being married we had to agree on places to meet, before she came back to my apartment.

The first meeting was all business with some fully clothed shots of Helena and ... her husband. He seemed quite happy with me and what I produced photographically and 'allowed' his wife to visit my studio. You an guess from the use of the word allowed that he exerted a degree of control of Helene which she was far from happy with. That all came out two days later at the studio I was renting at that time

A lot of other things 'came out' at the studio and I had the pleasure of photographing her in the nude (just for the two of us) and then the pleasure of Helena on the couch that I had at the studio as a prop. That was just under eighteen months after I let you go. From there it was a normally copulation at my apartment and boy did Helena like to copulate with me.

Lucky? I guess I was. I like to think it is the decisions we make in life that forge the opportunities and results ... not luck. I don't believe in that as a concept.

Helena and I carried on for two and half years almost up to the point I met Ash. I never tired of Helena nor she me. I guess it was the fact that I always satisfied her fully, where her husband didn't!

That summer was hot and Rebecca and I were enjoying a short vacation in Europe when I took this shot. It was the summer of 2006 just before I encountered Carole. Rebecca and I had been having an affair for about two years, off and on. Rather she had been having an affair with me, she being married at the outset in 2004. Me, I had just been having Rebecca as regularly as she wanted, my diary permitting LL.

Not one of my internet dates from 2004, I had known Rebecca for several years through my banking connections. When she learned I had been widowed, it was she who instituted a relationship. As you may have guessed from my blogs LL, I have never had to try very hard. In fact, oft times I haven't had to try at all. 

Somehow, I guess from the bank, as I wasn't in the directory, she obtained my phone number and rang me under the pretence, I later found out, of seeking financial advice. I agreed to meet up. I actually did think that her reason for meeting with me at an hotel nearby was genuine and to start with she certainly seemed that way. I bought her a drink when she arrived at the hotel in Swaffham and we sat and talked. She asked me quite sensitively how I managing after loosing my wife the year before. I told her I was managing, but to be honest at that time I was still grieving inwardly.

Rebecca finally got round to the finance question on our second drinks. What she asked me seemed abit shallow, something I could easily have dealt with on the phone. I humored her and gave her my reply and advice. After two small drinks we couldn't have more as we were both driving, although my trip home was all on back roads. It was dusk turning to dark when we left and walked to the car park at the rear of the hotel. My car was quite near, hers was parked much further down and almost in darkness, so I walked her to her car.

That was when she turned around and kissed me. When an attractive woman does that LL, there is only one thing to do and so I did and kissed her right back. Nice feeling having her in my arms that summer evening. I could feel her body through her cotton dress. I didn't let my hands wander, just kept them on her back and waist, but I can't say I didn't want to.

A little conversation flowed after that rather nice end to a pleasant evening. I left it that if she wanted to see me again (for a re-run) to call me. I couldn't really call her as her husband might have picked up. Turned out she did want a re-run and with additional benefits.

The phone call came and so did Rebecca ... over to my place. It was enough out of the way as to be ideal for our get togethers LL, often during the day when hubby was at work. She had a lovely body, which you can see in part, above. We both got what we wanted and were also good friends outside of our sex, which was pretty passionate.

WE had to fit those sessions as and when we could. I also had my business to run and also my spurious business i the North, including my visits to you. The first year and half  we were lucky if we saw each other once a fortnight. That was mainly due to me having a number of fish to fry (for fish read lovers). However by August 2005 Rebecca kicked her husband out and they started divorce proceedings. In the summer of 2006 we enjoyed a vacation in Europe together, which is where the photo above was taken.

Eventually, given our age difference and my travels, we agreed to wind things down, so Rebecca could get on with the rest of her life. We remained friends and every now and again we would sleep together. 

We are still friends. Something you might have been if you hadn't acted as you did. Imagine LL, friend of a multi-millionaire. That was never to be and doubt you have or had the capacity to cope with such a thing. You could hardly afford a replacement kettle when I met you!

 

This lovely bottom, LL, belongs to Debbie of Keswick 'fame'. The lady I saw almost as regularly as you in 2004...all visits after you let slip in March of that year, that you had been 'playing away'. You lost my trust then, not in 2005 as you might have thought.

This shot was taken at her home in June of 2004 on a nice summer's day - a Monday in fact. Not the long drive you may have though I had undertaken. To keep you 'happy' though, I kept the text messages flowing so you thought I was back in Norfolk.

I remember this shot well. We were in Debbie's bedroom stripping off. She nearly always welcomed me with a nice romp on her mattress and this June day was no exception. She didn't mind me taking photos of her either. In fact, later we took videos of us making love - a copy for each of us. I have amassed quite a collection over the years. The women liked to see themselves in the throes of their orgasms. Me I just liked to see and hear them come either way.

Debbie and I started out quite early after your disclosure LL. May 2004 and we were still going strong in 2006. Of course by then I wasn't visiting you - you had gone and I kept reminding myself as the year progressed what a close shave I had...

You didn't come anywhere near Debbie for looks for her beauty..or indeed her height! She had a superb body and one she loved me pleasuring. Nice firm boobs, not droopy ones like yours 36-32-34 were her measurements and the '36' was very nice indeed. None of that 'where did you learn to make love like that' from Debbie she just told me that I was the best lover she had ever had...period. At that point in time she was also the best I had ever had, excepting my late wife.

Of course not all of my many relationships have been just about sex and satisfaction. I have some great female friends who are past lovers and Debbie counts highly among them.

" I'm wearing matching underwear", Charlotte said. "Show me", I replied, and she did LL.

This shot of Charlie was taken in 2017 at our London office. two months earlier we had become lovers LL. Charlie was just forty when this was taken. She had her divorce come through three weeks earlier, but had been separated for over a year. I was widowed for the second time .

It wasn't too difficult for us two souls to get together, both of us being single, despite our age gap. Charlie is and had been our manager of the London office since 2009. She was also a bit of a flirt even when she was married (and I was too) and a party girl. Nothing ever came of that flirting between us - it was just a bit of fun. However in 2016 we were both attracted to each other a lot more. Both on the rebound maybe, but it ended up with us enjoying a relationship LL, much to her satisfaction (sexually) and mine. She could make me spout like a fountain, in fact she still does.

On the day of the yellow dress and matching underwear she invited me to let my hands wander up under her hemline. In fact, she guided my hands there, sliding up her silken thighs until I was at the top of her panties.

'Take them off', she told me and so I did, slipping them over her hips down those lovely thighs until they dropped to her ankles. I bent down, she slipped shoes off and I removed the panties completely. You have to remember we were in the office at this time, although we were the only two left at around 5.30 p.m. From there we couldn't stop ourselves. Not surprising really. Given that Charlie was naked under that dress from the waist down. I turned her around unzipped her dress and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Next was her bra which found its way onto the keyboard of one of the computers. 

Charlie had my chinos and underwear half way down my legs as she climbed onto the boardroom table (just a long table LL) with a couple of cushions for comfort. Then it was a case of legs akimbo and her inviting me to lick her pussy. Charlie has quite a prominent clit when it's aroused and she loves me sucking it, faster and faster. It always makes her come. Next it was just a question of my slipping into her already wet and semi dilated pussy.

Charlie gripped the table sides with her hands as I thrust in and out of her. Nice and slick, nice and wet and nice and easy. Her moans came again as I thrust fully with all my length, into her. I held one of her legs up with one arm and with my free hand I squeezed her tits in turn. They always go nice and hard when we have sex and her nipples stand up as hard as bullets. I guess in a way I was too effective as she came long before I was ready. 

To be fair the table wasn't the most comfortable place for Charlie but she had been 'hungry'. She slipped off the table with my help and stood before me. 'Do you want to finish off from behind?' she asked me. That was no-brainer of course. She turned around hands on the table, legs apart as I flipped her dress back up around her waist, revealing her pretty ass and a very wet pussy that was dripping juices onto the wooden floor.

Now I was looking at Charlie's arse and lining myself up 'to go in' - docking you might say. She just told me to go for it 'no holds barred', were her words. I needed to come after the immediate earlier activity. I plunged into her. No resistance of course as her pussy was very wide open and already 'primed'. The sound of my body slapping against her ass LL intermingled with her oh's are an abiding recollection of that late afternoon. I even managed to get my hands round her to hold her dangling boobs as I hammered away at it. 

I came of course, erupting in side her well and truly. Then as I withdrew she erupted in a slightly belated orgasm. You should have seen the flow from her pussy. Thank goodness it was a wooden floor and not a carpet.

We cleaned up and then went to dinner off Piccadilly. Charlie and I are still an 'item' and we get to connect with some regulatory as she has to make visits Stateside.

Thank you for the numerous opportunities you facilitated through your deceit. they would never have happened without you. I would probably be living a mundane life with you in the north west if you had played straight with me. Sadly, you weren't clever enough to outwit me. As they say there's no fool like an old fool and you fit that saying to a tee.

Well this should never have happened but it did. The lovely ass above belonged to a young lady (30) called Kiera who was on vacation in Puerto Banus as I was. I didn't own a place there back then, so I was renting a small villa with roof access, which is where this shot was taken.

Kiera came from Essex and you know what Essex girls are like I'm sure LL. We met down on the quayside while I was enjoying a coffee and looking at all those yachts. I think she heard me on my cell phone speaking English. There were only a few tables outside and they were all taken, mine had a spare seat. Kiera asked if she could sit . I was still on the phone so I nodded and gestured for her to take a seat.

Naturally, we got to chatting or rather she did. Kiera could talk and I mean non-stop. Naturally sociable, I guess. Turned out Kiera was very sociable LL. We chatted and I asked her if she was holidaying with anyone. Long story short - she had arrived with a few others. They were all in a larger villa a little way out of town. Her boyfriend/partner was her supposed other half for the vacation. However, she had caught him a couple of afternoons before our meeting, in bed with one of her friends.Since then as you might guess things at the villa had been quite fraught and she spent the last couple of days on her own, which is how she turned up at my table LL.

I commiserated with her. She tried to shrug it off, but I could see her eyes were watery and she put her sunglasses back on. She asked where I was staying. I told her. She had extracted the fact that I was single and that I was on my own, already. After her outpouring we finished up our coffee, I paid and we went for a walk. Kiera was in a skirt and a tee shirt top. The skirt flowed freely, the top was skin tight. Nice legs and a nice figure. I asked her if she wanted a lift back to her villa, at first she said no.

We had been walking for a while and it was getting toward lunchtime. I was hungry and so I suggested we eat. Kiera agreed. As we waited for our food, she said she had been thinking. Then it came out. She didn't want to go back to the villa and would I help her find somewhere else to stay. My villa had two bedrooms so the answer was obvious. I told that I was leaving at the end of the week. We were on the Monday of that week. If she wished she could have my spare room. Kiera jumped at the idea.

She explained that if I drove her to the villa straight after our lunch her friends would all be out and she could garb her stuff. 

We did just that after lunch LL.

I drove her back to my place where I had a small pool and complete privacy out back. I had rented it from a friend who was fairly high up at GSK (Glaxo - the pharmaceutical company). I showed Kier into the second bedroom left her to sort herself out and went to fix  white wine for both of us, after I had changed into my swimming gear. Kiera reappeared, but now she was wearing a bikini. The same one you see above.

An afternoon by the pool beckoned in the company of an attractive woman LL. As I said at the beginning this should never have happened but it did. I wasn't on the look out for a woman at all. In fact, I had my hands full, often quite literally, back in the UK and elsewhere. We settled down occasionally exchanging a few words. Me with a book and Kiera with a magazine of some description. Shortly after she had flicked through a few pages she asked me if I would apply some oil to her. That was something I wasn't going to refuse!

It was oil, not suntan lotion as I had thought.

Kiera sat up LL and proceeded to remove the top half of her bikini, revealing a pair of very nice slightly upturned breasts. I was hardening a little at the sight of her body. A trigger deep in the primeval recesses of the brain, stirring again. To be honest at the outset and before she removed 50% of her bikini I had though she would want me to apply,what I had thought was suntan lotion, to her back. But no, it was oil and she wanted it applied to her front. 

It was all sexual from thereon in.

As stood over her allowing the oil to dribble onto her cleavage and her tummy, she just smiled at me and said, 'This is going to be nice'. It was, for both me and Kiera. I applied the oil around her boobs then with my hands I gently massaged it all over them using an upward swooping movement to finish up with her nipples. They were hardening each time I did this as I was. In fact my fella was fighting to be free.

That was when Kiera rolled sideways toward me and pulled my trunks down. Out I popped almost fully ready for action. S he lay back again and I continued with the oil massaging her tits and her tummy. She did two things then LL. First she pulled the ties either side of her bikini bottoms and flipped the front portion off, revealing her pussy and a complete absence of pubic hair. The second thing was she had her left hand on my erection and she was slowly pumping me. Very nice, very nice indeed.

My hnad just kept going further down her tummy. I applied oil between her legs, all over her pussy and worked  that area with both my hands. Kiera had let go of me by then, her legs were apart and she was revelling in what I was doing for her. Along her thighs up and around her pussy I went with the oil and my hands. All of that had her murmuring in pleasure. She said several times that this was a great way to spend an afternoon - I agreed!

Kiera asked me to rub her clit. I did, but I told her I had a better idea.

We retired inside ... to my bedroom. Kiera lay on the bed legs apart and I got down to licking her pussy LL, working my way along her open crack toward her clit. It was a little hard to find at first but as it reacted and hardened it came into its own providing her with a lot of moans and oh's at the other end of her lovely body. I reached up toward her slippery boobs and squeezed them as I licked and stroked faster and faster. Then she came. I kneeled up and watched her legs switching, as well as her pussy pulsating. She pulled her legs together, then apart, then together again and out flowed her cum. 

I slippe inside her and we fucked, slowly at first but then faster. I plunged in and out going all the way to my hilt several times. I touched her clit with my fingers and she nearly went through the roof, it was that sensitive. Time to adjust a little and come down on that clit nice and hard, which I did. That resulted in another orgasm LL. I think I had reached oozing stage, but I don't recall clearly. I rolled off Kiera and let her enjoy the aftermath, laying alongside her.

She turned on he side facing me and we kissed. Then she took hold of my cock and coaxed it back to a very upright position, with a little help from her mouth. Satisfied it was to her liking she climbed on top of me LL. Lowering herself down she placed her hands on my thighs and rode me for all she was worth until she needed a breather. Then Kiera leaned  over me and offered her boobs and nipples to my mouth, all the while gyrating on my cock. All of which was very pleasant.

Then she was back sitting upright rocking to and fro rubbing her clit against me - she was really moaning now long a lots. I had my hands on her breasts. I squeezed them hard, she was coming again. I kept it up and thrust upward. I didn't want her to really reach her climax and then for everything to die down. Not that there was much chance of that. Her face was really red and not from the sun, a sure sign she was nearly there. Frowns, cries, me squeezing her boobs and then her rush started. I slapped her bottom hard several times and she came and she also gushed...all over me.

'Oh my God Peter, that has never happened to me! You are fantastic!' she said LL. I guess it was pretty good for her. I was oozing when she rolled off, at which point she asked me whether I had come. I told her no, but I intended to. I rolled her over pulling her gently to the edge of the bed and she adopted just the right kneeling position for me to fuck her from behind, which I did. Kiera was still slippery from the oil, which I found very sexy and had no trouble maintaining my erection as a result.

I slid inside her and went for it, full on, holding her  slippery hips so she didn't move away from me. For some reason as we fucked or rather I did, as she had no choice, I became harder and harder. Maybe it was Kiera, maybe it was the oil...or just that sex with her was so very good. Her pussy was accommodating but also nice and tight which was really a nice feeling. She could also take my full length. I hammered on. Kiera cried out. I took hold of her hair and she raised her backward. I grabbed a tit and squeezed. I was coming, she was coming.

I let go of her hair. Yes, Peter, oh yes, keep going, don't stop' she said.

I did and as I felt my own rush I slapped her bottom again. That caused her pussy to contract on me and she came right as I shot my lot into her. It's not often that I come at exactly the same time as the woman I am making love to, but it did with Kiera and this was just day one of a week ahead.

We tried all sorts that week - afternoons, nights and mornings. She told me as we parted at Stansted that hse had enjoyed the best week of her life ever and the best sex of her life. How come Stansted LL? I rebooked her onto my flight so she didn't have too see her so called friends. I gave a hundred pounds when we landed and ordered up a cab to take her home.

Of course she wanted more of me. just sex, not a relationship - we were far too far apart age wise. We lasted until early 2009, just sex every now and again as our lives allowed.

One last point. The villa I rented had a roof terrace and that was where I got the photo of Kiera's ass, as she climbed up to the top. Nice way to remember her. I saw it often enough back in 2007 when we had that vacation.

This shot was taken in the summer of 2007, as well as my 'taking' Kiera, above. It is studio shot from my then rented London studio.

This extremely well endowed lady is Miriam. She wasn't Jewish, it was just her name. In fact her second name was Hannah, which I preferred and so did she. Not bad for one of my earliest subjects in that studio, was she LL. I had a little practice in getting women to pose for my camera in ways that accentuated their bodies and their 'attributes' and Hannah was a willing participant. Before this session she had come along just to see my set up at my invitation and because she was a friend of a friend I agreed to take photos for free - I needed the practice back then.

The first visit she let me take some shots of her (fully clothed, incidentally). Afterward we went to lunch. Hannah was quite at ease with me. I had seen her before that meeting at the studio when I was at a Friday evening get together at a restaurant. There were about a dozen of us all from my apartment area in Docklands. Most had a partner but there were four who didn't. Three women and me. I was sort of with Emma, just for the sex. We lived close by and indulged our bodies from time to time. The third lady, apart from Hannah and Emma, was Kate. The latter was Hannah's friend and also a friend of Emma's. Hence the friend of a friend reference earlier LL.

Those that were with partners were largely in their own clusters and so I was left in the company of the three ladies a fair amount of the time. That was when Emma mentioned my photography to Kate and Miriam/Hannah. Kate was interested and so was Hannah. I told them I was in my early days, but Kate said that I was really good and had an eye for great shots. The conversation drifted to other subjects and as the evening progressed everyone mingled. 

I found myself talking with one of the wives. A tall lady sporting a great figure. Her name was Olivia or as she preferred, Livvy. Quite a lady and very statuesque. We had what you might call an 'interesting' conversation LL, to the extent that she handed me a business card. That piqued my interest a bit further and then her husband returned and all three of us chatted for a while. They left shortly after that as did Emma and I back to the warmth of Emma's bed and body.

On Hannah's second visit she asked me if I had ever taken nude photos...of women, she explained. I said one or tow, being economical with the truth. The truth as you know from my blogs was many, in fact but not so many in the studio. Would I be happy to take some of her in the nude, she asked me. I replied only if she was comfortable to do so, which is how I arrived at having the shot above and a number of others taken the same day.

After she had posed and I was satisfied with what I had taken I expected Hannah to get dressed. She didn't. She sat on the arm of the couch I used as a prop (and other things!) with her long legs crossed watching me pack my gear away. Her next words were what led us both astray in a manner of speaking. She said, 'What shall we do now then?' Of course I knew what she wanted LL. Apart from anything else her smile told me all I needed to know. 

I walked over to her, took her hands in mine and she stood. Apart from the obvious matter of her boobs being right in front of me, my glance downward took in the curve of her hips and that little straight line of pubic hair that seemed to be pointing to my destination. I was already aroused, albeit inside my trousers, as we leaned forward and kissed each other. As I said earlier it was summer so my polo shirt came off over my head as Hannah undid my belt and trousers.

Apart from my socks I was soon naked.

Her body against mine, those voluminous breasts pressed against my chest and Hannah desperate for sex all conspired to have me fully erect in less than a minute. Not only that she slipped it between her legs where she was wet and sticky. I could feel her vaginal lips  settling either side of my cock as I 'plowed her furrow' to and fro, to and fro. My hands held that lovely ass of hers LL as she responded with her own movements. Quite soon she was o her back with me between her legs and pumping up and down, in and out.

Her tits were so good to touch to hold to squeeze and she just moaned and moaned all the way to a crescendo when she came. I stayed laying on top of her, more or less as I felt her contracting against my erection. Then I slipped out and we changed positions and completed a repeat performance with me keeping my hands full throughout with her superb boobs. 

We both came. In my case, I guess because of our mutual enthusiasm for each others bodies. Unlike with many women I didn't hold back with Hannah and just allowed myself to just 'go for it'. In part of course it was Hannah's hunger, her desire to come and to enjoy the journey there...twice. We both used the bathroom and then we both dressed. Hannah had voiced her opinion of our lovemaking with some gushing remarks. She rounded those off, as she put her panties back on, by saying that did I know that she was married and did that bother me.

I smiled at her then put my polo shirt over my head. When that was on I said 'No doesn't bother me - I'm single'. Hannah laughed at that. Then she walked over, just in her panties and kissed me. I held her close hands on her back caressing her. When we parted, she just said 'Thank you' followed by a final peck on my lips. Turned out LL that her marriage was on the rocks. She told me this over lunch. In fact, all of her miserable marriage came out. It was how she turned up at the party without her husband.

Looking back over the years it has been a revelation that has gone on and on. The fact that women just wanted anything, from a full relationship, comforting, or just sex with little or no effort on my part. They say it's men who can't keep their trousers on. In my experience it is matched by women who can't keep their panties on! They kept coming too and it didn't matter what nationality they were, although the French and Italian women had less inhibitions than most. No surprises there, I guess. You were right when you said all those years ago that there were plenty of women out there who wanted to get laid.

Livvy contacted me the next day - the day after Hannah. She had undoubtedly obtained my number from Kate or Emma, the latter probably. From there another event followed LL. See Livvy below and how that came about.

 

Well this is Livvy LL, in all her glory at her home in Kensington where she invited me over...for afternoon tea. Following what happened that afternoon and on a number of other occasions, afternoon tea became a euphemism for sex when we spoke on the phone or out and about.

I never did find out from her why she took to me and phoned two days after I had 'serviced' Hannah. I think it might have been a 'girly talk' with Emma, but I would just be guessing on that score. Anyhow afternoon tea turned out to be a very satisfying affair, to the extent that I wasn't going to let 'this one' go in a hurry, LL. Fact is, she didn't want to let me go either.

A point of reflection here - 2007 seemed a million miles away from you and indeed most of the other fairly ordinary women up and down my route to you. It was miles away from your problems, dysfunctional family, deceit, thieving and most of all  your requirement for early withdrawal. You have no idea how unsatisfactory that was for me. You were and probably still are one of the most selfish women I have met. It was all about you and your wishes and your pleasure and satisfaction. Thank God I manipulated you into leaving.

Back to Livvy as she was well worth my attention, affection and ...generosity. Similarly she was pretty generous too, with her affection and most definitely with her body. I thought I was in heaven when we were...'connected'...but no I was in Livvy LL and frequently.

That afternoon, after I arrived, unfolded quite quickly into what she wanted ...and me. That was each other. Funnily enough, we did start with a cup of tea, but no scones and cream. Livvy was quite happy being 'creamed' in another way, if you follow. We sat and talked in her apartment. It later turned out that it was the one she had before she married. I didn't know this at the beginning of course. It soon became apparent from the way the conversation was going that she wanted sex.

She said things like 'I hear you are very good' and ' Are you as thick as I've heard you are'The first remark was while we were finishing our tea the second somewhat later. I knew what she was talking about with that initial sentence but I feigned ignorance of her meaning and had replied that  I was getting better, holding up my camera at the time. It was fun, our wordplay LL. I have noted that she responded that she thought I probably liked 'shooting'. This continued for a short while.

Then she asked if I would like to take her photo ...and then take her...to her bedroom. It was a yes to both, of course. I like to have photos of the women that have been and are in my life, nude or otherwise. She said that I could take shots of all of her as long as I lost an item of clothing every time she did. Livvy told me she wore four items and she did. If you counted my socks I wore the same. Mine were a shirt, pants, socks and underwear. Hers were a top, skirt, bra and panties. Taken off in that order.

That afternoon is emblazoned in my memory LL. Taking one item of clothes off each. Livvy putting that sexy see-through item on, then taking it off again when were down to the last item, our lower underwear - photos all the way through too. When Livvy teased me by pulling her panties down in the shot above, I was more than ready and she could see that from her glances at my underwear. She stood, discarded that flimsy item and then her panties. Likewise I matched her and shed my underpants and we walked to her bedroom. She went before me LL, as did my erection!

The sex we had that afternoon was the best I had in a long time and that doesn't detract from the oher women in my life at the time, including Emma and Hannah. It was just that Livvy was so good. Up to then no woman has managed to keep me erect the whole afternoon by she did. Combine that with a body to die for and it was no surprise - well it was a surprise to me at the time. Her boobs speak for themselves. large firm and very responsive. Combine that with her perfect figure and a generous pussy and apart from two breaks for a breather, we were at it all afternoon. She managed to squeeze three spurts from me and I lost count of how many times she came - multiple would cover it. She even finished up by giving me a blow job.

I think we enjoyed almost every position we knew. Me on top, her on top, soixante neuf for a break, from behind, standing, her facing away from me on top and on my lap. We were both blown away that afternoon. Never had so much sex in one session..It's a miracle it didn't fall off!

All the way through Livvy expressed her pleasure at what we were doing and what I was doing to her. She moaned, she shouted out, almost until she was hoarse. She showered, I showered and as I was getting dressed ready to leave she said, 'You know I'm married don't you'. That started another conversation.

Obviously, I didn't know. She asked me if it bothered me. I gave her the same reply I gave Hannah. I told her no as I was single. It was a joke of course. When it dawned on she laughed. Seriously, I told her that if she didn't have a problem with the fact she married then neither did I. After all LL I was out of the country more than it by then. It seemed that she actually lived elsewhere in London, the so called family home. Her husband was unaware that she still had her apartment. He was a workaholic - all the hours God sent and she felt very neglected.

Another one LL. I seemed and seem to come across them with more than a little frequency. I certainly came on Livvy a few times. She liked watching me spout and I liked watching her try to catch it in her mouth. As you will have guessed our sex was intense when we met up (more than a few times in Cambridge once my house there was finished). It lasted almost eighteen months, but as I was here in the States more and more by then and combined with my other travels, we agreed to part. She is still a friend...unlike you!

One final observation. She took my breath away with the magnificence of her tits, when she took her bra off that first time. Then I became very familiar with them, from there onwards, very familiar ...

Three days later and within a week of that party, Kate called...  

This is Kate, shedding her panties with a little help from yours truly. Bit out of focus, but I'm sure you can guess what followed.

Three days without sex LL. At that time it was something of a record, but after Livvy and pressing business matters the break was very welcome. Nice to be on my own at that time. Time for me to continue writing my second book. Seems ages ago now considering I'm working on number twenty four. I love writing, but I thinks you knew that. Did you know my books have been translated into several other languages no, probably not.

It was while I had a particularly good flow of narrative going, when Kate rang me. I nearly didn't answer it and hesitated, but in the end I picked up. What Kate said to me on the phone led me to forget my book and head over to her place.

At the party we had chatted freely together and she alone among the three - Kate, Hannah and Livvy - had told me she was a 'single girl'. In company neither of us made anything of it at the time, but from what Kate said on the phone, she was a slow burning fuse. What do I mean by that LL?

Well first of all she had obviously been in conversation with Hannah as she didn't waste time with small talk. She went straight to the point - sex. Kate told me that she had heard I was pretty good in bed and would I like to go over to her place and fuck her. She told me she was very horny and needed a man inside her. In a way she didn't surprise me LL. During that party evening she exuded sex. I was surprised she wasn't pounced upon by the other men there, but thinking about it they were all married and their wives were there.

I remember all four of us standing in a group crushed into a corner. Emma to my left, Hannah straight in front of me and Kate by my right side. When I wrote this particular week up about all three ladies, I noted that Kate bumped into my side more than once with her thigh and twice with her boobs. At the time I put it down to her drinking and the crush. She said it was her heels. It wasn't of course. She was feeling frisky even then.

When I arrived at her apartment, she was just wearing a gown, the blind was down in her bedroom and just one bedside light was on. I said hello to Kate and she said 'Hello sexy', stood right in front of me and untied the belt on her gown. Nothing beneath apart from her panties. There was no need for preamble LL. I put my hands inside her gown, right on her waist and then moved them up to her boobs. At the same time we managed to kiss. My shirt came off first and then the rest. Kate let her gown slide sexily to the floor.

It was while she was shuffling her panties over hips as she lay on the bed that I snatched the photo above, with her acquiescence. One hand holding the camera and my other one pulling her panties off while she took in the sight of my erection. I think we were breathless with excitement even before we got started. I can still remember slipping her panties over her ankles LL, having put my camera down of course. Then climbing between her legs to dip into her wet well of pleasure. 

Such was her hunger she 'came up' to meet me again and again until she came. Holding her breasts was a pleasure throughout and the judicious application of hard squeezing at just the right point had her cum flow freely as she reached her climax. Kate said she had never had a cock touch her in side in places she had never felt before. She was referring to my thickness.

We paused, but only briefly then she asked me to fuck her from behind. As she stood up back to me and I caressed her front with my cock between her legs from behind. I recall stroking her rather generous bush down there. Few women had or have one these days. Of course my hand and fingers were only passing through when I gave her bush a caress, I was heading for her clit and a brief finger fuck.

Once I had 'teed her up again' LL, she bent over, hands on the bed  and I slipped into her pussy. Aawy we went. Once again she thrust toward me as much as I did into her. Wet slippery, very nice and she kept her own thrusting going. She just wanted to come again. That was very obvious and her cries told me se was getting there quickly, far more quickly that I was. Out came her cum. In fact, it wasn't just one lot that was expelled from her pussy, three times she tried to clamp her legs together and three lots of cum each time accompanied by liquid noises and what might sound like a fart as she expelled.

'My God Peter that was good fantastic', she said as she lay there collapsed on the bed., legs dangling over the edge. She asked if I had come. I told her no. 'Wow! You can last - you can have me again. I want you to come'.

She had her legs together LL, but not for long.

Up they went LL as I stood between them and gradually sliding back into that swollen pussy. Cum was dripping down her inner thighs and I was about to add to it. Having fucked Kate twice, I surprised myself  by lasting a good five minutes that third time. Maybe because I took it slowly out of consideration for Kate, but that all ended near the finale when I could feel that familiar feeling in my groin, building up and building up until it was unstoppable. It was hurried along in no small part by the fact Kate was screaming out 'Oh my God. Yes, yes, oh my God yes', as she came. I followed. Spurting, throbbing, expanding and watching the look of amazement on Kate's face as I shot my lot into her.

She collapsed and I climbed onto the bed alongside her wrapping my arms around her tightly. All I got in response was a lot of mmmm's and kisses. Quite an afternoon  and quite unexpected earlier i the day.

I have never given up on an opportunity to satisfy an attractive woman LL and I didn't, aof course, that summer's afternoon.

Did Kate and I do it again? What do you think LL? Of course we did. Not that frequently as I traveled over here to the States and also to Europe a lot that year and of course Kate had her life to lead. However whenever I was in Town all it took was one call and Kate came running, metaphorically speaking.

This shot was a bit daring but far enough away from anywhere not to be seen. It was also 6.15 a.m.. Not my idea but but Sam's (Samantha). That lady had a great sense of adventure and indeed, daring.

It harks back to 2008, by which time I had bought my first home in New Hampshire. However, this shot was taken in Cornwall. I have it in color, but posted my black and white version here as I prefer that medium in some instances.

Sam had worked in the same office as me LL, different department but same floor. She wasn't part of the 'gang' that came to me for 'servicing', one after the other, almost. She had left the company by the time I saw her again,  However, meeting up with her old office friends from time to time meant that somehow I came up as a topic of conversation. Not only that, she was given my telephone number.

Guess what LL? Sam called me back in the summer of 2005. I remembered her of course. At first her conversation was a bit hesitant, which I sensed and so I made it easy for her and talked of recalling our time working for the insurance company. That led to her say that she was so sorry about my losing my wife. From there it came down to two single people chatting, albeit with quite a reasonable age gap between us.

It was apparent she wanted to meet up, so I suggested coffee in Norwich and maybe a spot of lunch. She named a day when she was free and we had a 'date', although I didn't think of it as that at the time in any other way than just two friends meeting up.

Meet up we did and we had lunch, which extended in to the afternoon. I had known Sam before of course, but I didn't really know her as a person until that day LL. First of all, I knew she was attractive, but like many folk there was more to her than just a pretty face. She told me her dad died several years before and her mum had a new man in her life. Sam had moved out into a small rented flat of her own.

She knew as I have said that I was on my own. I was pretty much with you going behind my back LL. I could tell that she was a bit of a lonely soul. The fact she talked so much in a semi nervous manner among other things, told me that. Plus, she was reluctant to end our extended lunch and walk afterward. Toward our time together she said that she had heard that I had a rather nice home - I knew then that she had been talking with the other ladies. She wondered if she might see sometime.

The weekend after the next one was agreed upon. Mainly because I was making a trip to you that coming weekend. It makes me smile now, that from about mid 2004 onward you had no idea that you had lost me. I tried and tried and then gave up trying to extract a commitment from you. I just visited you for the sex, after you failed to commit...and that sex wasn't just with you, as I am sure you know by now. It trailed me on the way up and on the way back.

As arranged Sam turned up at my place, a bit late, but it was because she had missed the turn. I wasn't easy to find there in Norfolk. I showed her around after we had enjoyed a coffee in the garden where we walked, sat and chatted. At that point she hadn't been upstairs, but she told me how lovely it was and the location. The fact my home was so private didn't escape her notice either.

It was getting toward lunchtime. I had put together an Italian salad, plus olives (always) and Aperol spritzes along with cicchetti that I had spent sometime making. She loved the fact it was a light lunch and she had never had cicchetti before either. Sam said I had spoiled her.

After lunch we sat out on the patio. It was hot. Sam pulled her skirt right up her thighs, ostensibly to get a tan , she said, and closed her eyes. That was when she told me that the day had been lovely so far, but that one thing would make it perfect. I asked her what that might be, although I had an inkling from the way she had stroked her smooth thighs when she raised her skirt LL.

Then she said it LL.

Sam said that her day would be perfect if I took her to bed. She stood. Her skirt dropped down  covering her thighs, but not for long. She took my hand in hers and I stood up as well then she led me back indoors and upstairs. She saw all the bedrooms in passing as I directed her to my room. Sam laughed and said that we could make love in each one. I asked her if that was a challenge as we reached my room LL. I never got an answer right then as she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. Her kisses told me that this was one very hungry lady. She was almost frantic in the way she kissed and pressed herself against me. 

Then her hand guided mine down her skirt and then up under it. I was connected with her silken thighs. I'm not sure when we she did it but perhaps when she used the bathroom, but she was sans panties LL. As I had gone this far I sought out her pussy and found it all nice and wet and sticky. A few strokes by me...a few mmm's from Sam and then it was a race to see who could strip off the fastest.

If I hadn't been erect already (anticipation), I would have become so when I saw Sam completely naked (me, breathless). It was her boobs more than anything. As you can see in the shot above, taken on our mini break in Cornwall, not only were they 'self supporting', which is a real turn on for me, but she also had wonderful puffy nipples. She wanted sex and I definitely wanted her. A good match, you might say.

We stood slightly apart, near the main window LL. The one that used to be parallel with the bed, if your memory is up to it. Then she walked right up to me, nipples touching my chest and my erection touching her pussy. She caressed me.  - my back and right down to my buttocks. Her cool soft fingers slowly heading south as my cock wallowed around her wet entrance LL. Sam said I had nice firm and hard buttocks. Placing my hand on one of her breasts I said to her 'ditto'. God - they were so nice her boobs, LL. Out of this world compared with your droop pair.

Standing came to an end and Sam lay on the bed at the side nearest the window, legs dangling over the side and a little apart. Glancing down I could see her wetness and a slow dribble from her pussy. Enough to make me want to be inside her there and then.

But no ,,,

....I have always thought it was important to 'pleasure' a woman and get her to anticipate what lies ahead. I knelt before the altar of her pussy LL and buried my head between those silken thighs. I did that for you a few times but you were a little lacking in the leg department in terms of length. Just a whisper of pubic hair so no getting it stuck between my teeth -yes it has happened.

My tongue stroked to and fro along her furrow which was more than a little wet and of course it was warm down there too. Each stroke I made sure ended by just touching her clit. That was accompanied by remarks from Sam, like 'Oh yes' and 'Mmmm just there - don't stop'. I was teasing her LL and teasing her clit. In fact, it didn't take much to have her begin her journey to quite a full on orgasm. When she came I was nearly crushed when her legs came together as she screamed out at the height of her climax. I stood and watched her spasms and the flow of her cum.

There was absolutely no resistance when I took her legs and held them high and wide, slipping into her wet pussy. Sam had recovered sufficiently to hold her own legs a few moments later which left my hands free. There was only one place they were going, onto her magnificent breasts. They stood proud pointing at the ceiling as I thrust into her nice and slowly. In out, in out I went, caressing and squeezing her boobs lightly. 'Mmmm, this is so nice', Sam said and it was for me too. I remember she smiled at me as I slipped in and out nice and slowly with Sam occasionally looking down and watching as my wet cock did its duty for her.

Holding her tits did wondrous things to my rigidity LL and as Sam started to moan I guess it was pretty good for her too. ' Oh , oh, oh,' she uttered as I continued. Sensing things were hotting up for her again. I went faster and so did her shouts...they came faster and faster as I slapped against her and her clit. Slapping of skin together was what we both heard among the liquid sounds and Sam's moans. She was coming again LL, much to mine and her delight.

Hard, now there's a word, to believe for you I guess that I was spreading my favors around here there and everywhere much to the appreciation of all involved...and serviced! All of this while I was still getting to fuck you as well. You shouldn't be surprised really, given that you had deceived me, failed to commit and were and probably still are quite a selfish individual. It was all about you LL and that in part was where you fell down. I am sure that you now realise how much you threw away through you own failings.

Sam wasn't the only one in 2004 as you now well know. However, she was one of the best.

She came in a great eruption of cum. I was amazed she had it in her. Flowing all round my cock as I watched her face. It was a picture of ecstasy LL. mouth wide open, her face red with the rush of blood nad her eyes rolling up into her head. Once she calmed a little and her legs stopped twitching I brushed her boobs with my hands. they were hard, engorged and her nipples stood proud, very proud. I was still inside her and I leaned right over and sucked on those puffy nipples in turn. 

Sam's compliments flowed thick and fast once she came down from wherever I had sent her senses. 'Oh, oh oh where did you learn to make love like that? ' she asked me. I gave her an answer, but we'll leave that for now. I withdrew from inside her, still erect. That was her doing too...or rather her body did it for me. She looked so gorgeous just laying there glowing in the aftermath of her second orgasm. I climbed onto thee bed and we reoriented ourselves so we were on the bed properly. Head on the pillows as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body hard against me.

Her hand dipped lower and held my cock, pumping it a little. She said that we shouldn't waste it as she climbed on top of me. A little adjustment and her lovely pussy enveloped my cock. She leaned forward, placed her hands either side of my chest and offered me her chest LL. Up and down she went. It was lovely, far nicer than sex with you and the bonus was of course her superb tits. Sam offered first one breast then the other, for me to suck on. I was in heaven.

Just as I was laying there enjoying her riding me and indeed the view immediately in front of me with my hands on her boobs, Sam suddenly started coming again. Surprising,because she had been on me no more than a few moments and I was nowhere near exchanging juices with her. Sure enough she came I felt the now familiar trickle of her cum slipping down the side of my cock and out, as her pussy cramped very nicely on me.

Because she had climaxed so quickly LL, I still hadn't come. Sam said that I should come too and I suggested we try it from behind, to which, a little to my surprise, she agreed. And so there I was again standing at the side of the bed looking down on Sam's lovely arse and her swollen pussy, both pointed upward at an angle that just suited my insertion into her beautifully. 

'Don't worry about me this time. Just go for it and enjoy yourself', she said. So I did. No holding back this time LL. I thrusted and thrusted and Sam took it all...and I mean all of me too, right up to my hilt. In fact she told me later she really liked it when I went all the way inside her. While I was enjoying that last fuck like a stag on a rut, slamming into her bottom with my body and watching her buttocks wobble about. I noticed she was watching pretty much all of it in the dressing table mirror. I felt myself coming. Sam had been moaning most of the way through. Then there was what can best be described as a burping sound from her pussy and she came once more, followed seconds later by me shedding my lot inside her.

As Sam said after we had both regained our breath, 'That was a 'fucking' good afternoon'. It most certainly was. We showered in turn and dressed. As same was putting her bra back on I told her that with breasts like hers she really didn't need a bra. I said it in jest of course. Her reply was that of she didn't her nipples would be very prominent and semi visible. I told her that wasn't a bad thing at all in my book. 

Before Sam left, she couldn't stay the night, she said that when she arrived she knew she wanted to go to bed with me but was in a little trepidation as to how it might turn out or even how I would react when she suggested the bedroom. Then came a small confession. She had been talking to a couple of her old colleagues at the insurance company, who had told her I was quite something else from the man in a suit who ran that department. They apparently, without going into too much detail, described what I did for them LL.

Sam had thought they were exaggerating a bit, given my age, but then she decided to call me partly as part of a dare. Everything including Sam's cum, flowed from there LL. She wanted more of me she said and could we meet up again on a smi-regular basis - she had no boyfriend at the time, of course. We did.  I took her to the cinema, on walks to the theater in Norwich and a couple of shows in London - one I think was The Jersey Boys, which she loved. 

I decide that I would keep the other ladies that were mutual acquaintances a little at arms length for a while. Apart from Sam's connection with them, none of the women I enjoyed were aware of any others. That include the local lays that I had, plus all those women up and down the country and, of course...you LL. 

Sam and I enjoyed lots of sex that summer. She used to come over after work on various weekdays and stay the night. Eventually, in late 2005 when I was living part time in my London apartment (and fucking Emma and Lucy), Sam acquired a boy friend/partner. We kept in touch and she was fascinated by my travels and the stories I told her, omitting all the women I had sex with along the way of course.

In 2008 a rather upset Sam called my cell phone. I was in Paris at the time, having arrived there from Denia, via Alicante. She told me that her fella had left her for another woman. In fact he had been seeing this woman behind her back. I knew exactly what she meant LL!

I was planning on being in the UK for about three weeks and I told her so. Partly, because my Cambridge home was nearly built and I was considering putting the town house on the market. She asked if she could see me. I suggested London and my apartment and she jumped at the opportunity. I was pleased too as I knew we would sleep together. Sam had just over a week off work and so I planned to surprise her with nearly a week away in Cornwall - hence the photo you see above LL.

Lots of sightseeing, walking eating, especially in Padstow and lots of beautiful sex. The photo was adre but not much of one as there was no one about at that time. The car was just behind me and I had something to cover her quickly if needed. And...so we carried on seeing each other between my multiple trips, until I met Ash. I did take Sam to Florida, LA and San Francisco, none of which she had ever been to before.

Quite a big jump forward in time to 2016 and Los Angeles for the lady above. Her name I can't reveal, but for the sake of this narrative let's call her Faith.

In her thirties, rich and the daughter of a client who had sadly passed away. Hence, Faith became a wealthy or I should say wealthier woman. She knew/knows me of course through initially my photography for her late father (he was divorced) and also some mutual business dealing I had with him. When she invited me over to the family mansion, which she had inherited and moved into, I wasn't surprised. I had at that point known Faith for nearly seven years. From the young woman in her mid to late twenties right up to 2016 (and beyond since then).

I duly accepted her invitation and as requested by her took my camera. Faith was wearing a simple cotton dress when I arrived - simple but expensive, I should add. Mind you I am now used to seeing and being with women who buy and wear the very best. I do myself to some extent, when the occasion requires it. These days I'm a long way from Marks and Spencer LL!!

I knew part of the fairly vast home from my previous visits, but Faith said she wanted to show me around the rest. She had started making some changes, but not too many. I guess I should comment on her appearance. Obviously she is naked in the shot above, but wandering around the house with her it was hard not to notice her long slim legs, especially when we went upstairs nor her pretty outstanding breasts which were several sizes larger than when I had last seen her some years back. 

We sat and talked all morning. The cleaners came and went, including the pool guy and we prepared a light lunch together. Faith knew about my culinary skills and my TV appearances, albeit only on the regional station in Miami. We checked out the refrigerator and the freezer, gathered some stuff together and she let me take charge with Faith acting as my sous chef. As I recall it was quite a nice lunch with a lovely Chablis from her late father's wine store/chiller.

After lunch she suggested we sit b the pool and enjoy the summer afternoon.  Faith changed into a bikini and gave me a pair of her father's swimming trunks. Talk about dead men's shoes LL. Here I was in a dead man's trunks. I guess better that than none at all. Faith remarked on my look. She said that she could see I kept fit. I do take gentle exercise ...outside of the bedroom, but I didn't tell Faith that. We settled down. I had borrowed a book from some her father had. Faith flicked through a magazine and we chatted a bit then she said she was going to sunbathe and put her lounger further down. We were separated by a poolside table just at the head of our loungers on which sat our drinks and some suntan lotion.

I carried on reading while Faith adjusted her lounger then she sat on it before laying down and removed her bikini top. You can see what I saw above LL. They were superb. I remember she said something like ‘you don’t mind do you’. I also have noted it was a statement, not a question LL. I said  that I would never object to the sight of a beautiful woman. Faith smiled took the sun tan lotion and started applying it to her arms and shoulders. She worked across the top of her chest, just above her breasts. My reading was gradually going out of the window LL, as might imagine.

Of course Faith knew what she was doing. Whether she just thought she was teasing an older man who was perhaps not that worldly, I don't know, but she was wrong. One thing I have never done, not even when I was with you, was to let down my guard or rather reveal everything about me. Training partly, but shrewdness mainly.

More lotion was applied to her upper chest and she allowed it to trickle down for a few seconds both onto her boobs and down her cleavage. Her hands then massaged it in. I thing she rubbed over her nipples on purpose, they certainly looked pretty upright afterward LL. She knew what I was thinking and feeling and I knew what she was about as well. I had the lay the book on my lap ...for obvious reasons and it didn't go unnoticed by faith. Next she did her tummy then her legs. Her breasts dangling beautifully as she did.

I had finished my drink. In fact I had been gulping it down. I went to refill both our glasses taking my bulge in my trunks with me. When I returned Faith was laying on her back. I set the glasses down and then sat on the edge of my lounger very close to her lounger. She had moved the table back a bit while I had been in the kitchen. Faith asked me to 'do her back' with the lotion. 

Apart from a peck on the cheek when I arrived, up until then that had been the sum total of any physical connection LL. That changed when I had the pleasure, and it was a real pleasure as you will see. I dribbled lotion over her shoulders and a little way down her spine. Faith remarked on my warm and soft hands. I took my time and as   I applied it to the sides of her torso I allowed my hands to drift over her compressed breasts; at least that part that was squished out from under her. No objections were forthcoming - in fact she said how nice it all was.

I worked down her back toward her lovely bottom. The bikini bottoms didn't cover that much, that was for sure. As my hands approached that area LL, she turned slightly and told me to change the lotion for a bottle of oil sitting on the table. I hadn't paid much attention to it, to be honest.  I did as I was bid. Her bikini bottoms were of the type that are secured by bows tied on each side. I recall buying you something similar, but they were panties.

'Undo my bows please', Faith asked. Again I did as I was bid. I didn't need any second bidding as you can imagine LL!

The oil went onto her buttocks and it dribbled down between them. Soon my hands were massaging her pussy, Faith having spread her legs a bit to allow access. Right  around then she started moaning and uttering lots of mmm's. Not surprising, bearing in mind where my hands and fingers had ended up. She also reached around and pulled my trunks down. I kicked them off. I was rigid...or rather my cock was.

That was it. From there it was a short walk, or dash, from the pool, through the patio doors and into her bedroom. Faith's pussy wasn't the only thing that was oiled that day, my face was when we made it to the bedroom. Not difficult for you to figure out how, I'm sure. She didn't need arousing if I'm honest. She was already sticky down there when I got to work and she came quite quickly. Up until then I had barely touched those magnificent tits of hers, but my time for that came shortly after her first orgasm when I mounted her and lay my hands upon them. I have to say as much as I could, for, as you can see from the photo above, they were pretty large. 

It figured that the whole visit was about her getting laid and laid she was a few more times than I think she expected. We fucked with me on top when again she came quite quickly, long before I was anywhere near coming myself.  'Pent up demand' on her part, I guess. Then she was on top of me riding her heart out, allowing me to suck on her breasts and then coming again via rubbing her clit hard against me. Finally, I remounted her, but this time I was standing and she was on the edge of the bed. I think that last time really drained her...and me of my semen. I pumped it all into her and it was very, very nice. 

Faith was semi-exhausted, had wobbly legs she told me and then invited me to share her large bath, where we got acquainted with each others bodies amongst the bubbles. She invited me to stay the night. I made a call to my home to arrange for the dogs to be fed and walked, then we we went out for dinner. In bed that evening, she was all over me again, hungry 'for more of the same' as she put it. 

And so it was. First off I took her from behind just after she had undressed.  That came about when I wrapped my arms around her from behind placed one hand on her breasts and the other o her pussy while my erection slipped between her legs. Wet and warm despite the aircon LL and nice and slippery. I rubbed her clit lots while moving to and fo in her groove and squeezing her tits, one after the other. I made her come evn before I had entered her. faith leaned forward onto the bed and while she still cramping a biy I slipped inside and fucked her. Another orgasm quickly followed the first and she withdrew letting her cum flow freely.

Next thing was having sat down beside her, she stood up, looked at my still erect cock and straddled my lap inserting or guiding my cock back into her pussy. I just sat there then as she gyrated on me and pumpe up and down. She nearly made it a third time, but not quite. having said that I did benefit getting to suck on both her boobs while she was gyrating on me.

When she stood I could see she was dibbling juices from her pussy. She came an sat beside me and asked if I thought I could make her come once more. I told there was only one way to find out. I stood up and parted her legs as she sat there, actually looking quite demure. Then with my hand on her shoulder I gently pushed back onto the bed at the same time lifting her legs up. She took hold of them and spread them very wide this time. At their apex was  a very wet and dilated pussy staring up at me. My destination LL. 

I docked with Faith and gave her everything I had coming down hard on her clit she came, not once but twice. Afterward I told her the second orgasm was a 'bonus'. The first time she came her cum welled up and over and out around my cock - rather like when you overfill a cappuccino! The second time I joined her. I felt it coming of course, a lovely feeling with any woman. I also felt myself swelling even further inside her. 'Oh my God, oh wow, oh oh ohhhhhhhhh!' was Faith's contribution as I grunted my climax vocally. 

Then we actually slept. It was a deep sleep for both us and we didn't wake until fairly late. I woke first and looked at Faith fast asleep by my side. It crossed my mind that here I was again in bed with a very attractive woman and queried how it was such women wanted to 'sleep' with me. I gave up thinking about it and was just thankful they did.

I still see Faith very occasionally. She is still single and travels a lot. The last time I saw her (naked again) was just about a  month ago in LA.

 

Ever been to Colorado LL? No, you undoubtedly haven't. That is where this photo was taken. This is one of a number of smaller canyons some way  from the Grand Canyon, which can be very touristy. Carol (without an 'e') was a woman I met along the way in 2007. We were both travelling alone. She from California and me...well I was making my way back to the East Coast and Florida after my trip across the northern States.

Colorado was something of a side trip for me as I had been in San Diego a nearly two weeks before. Travelling from there to Arizona (Phoenix, Tucson) then into New Mexico and Albuquerque and then  swinging north into Colorado. I made various stops along the way and enjoyed benefits provided by certain ladies. I have written about them before. 2007 was a busy year in that respect. Mind you so were the three years before that.

I styed in a mountain lodge place a bit to the west of Denver in the Arapaho National Park. they were very well appointed log cabins each with it's own small area. My plan was to walk/hike and enjoy the mountains and forest. Photography was the reason for staying there. At the end of the day I could enjoy soaking in a hot tub LL. Each cabin had one.

I met Carol on day two. She was a keen photographer as well. We had both set out on the same trail. I came across her up ahead of me. She was sitting on a rock, drinking from her flask. Carol said hello and I responded in kind. She asked where I was headed and so I sat down on the same rock, told her I wasn't sure just waiting to see what I see. Carol told me she stayed there when she could to get away from the mad rush of her life near LA. Knowing the City of Angels as I do LL, I can well imagine how she felt out in the wilderness where we found each other. I told her so.

She said that I sounded like a kindred spirit when I said how much being among the trees and mountains made me feel good. Away from urban life I guess. She said I sounded like a country boy, - someone who grew up in the country. I told her I was, but not this country. We walked on and I told her about life in England and how I had arrived there. We were waling a loop and had both picked up packed lunches before leaving. Carol was a semi-professional photographer - she had two jobs. WE talked cameras and lenses as we walked.

At that time she was technically more proficient than I was, but she paid me a compliment which others have as well. Carol said I had something she wished she had. No that wasn't innuendo LL. She said I had a natural eye for a shot. So many have told me that over the years so I guess I have. It is an unconscious thing. I just see things differently I guess.

We had our lunch on another rock about two hours later and then started back on the return loop. By the time we reached our cabins it was mid afternoon. Both Carol and I had been out since 7.30 a.m. Not walking all the time, but as near as dammit apart from drink stops and lunch. Carol's cabin didn't have a hot tub, but mine did - she wondered if she could share it with me. I showed her where it was switched everything on and left her to it while I wandered down to the store at the facility to grab some beers and a couple of bottles of wine.

The beers were for the hot tub and the wine, as Carol had agreed to eat with me. We were going to order a take out.

Carol was in the hot tub when I got back. I'm not sure what I expected her to wear in there, but as it turned out, my expectations were exceeded. She was naked albeit almost totally immersed. I craeked the beers, found tow plastic cups and joined her. She insisted I was naked to. No problem I thought, except when I reached the pool I was slightly aroused. Carol looked me up and down and just smiled and said she approved. We sat there opposite each other to begin with, drinking our beer and chatting. I was thinking to myself that I done it again. Ended up more or less with someone I hadn't met before that day and here we were totally naked together. We relaxed letting the hot water ease our muscles. carol's breasts floated tantalisingly almost wholly on the surface of the water. That gave rise to something else...me.

Carol moved from sitting opposite to sitting beside me. That’s when my relaxing mode went to pot LL.  We were sitting bare hip touching bare hip then her hand moved under water between my legs. I was nearly fully erect. When she ‘took me in hand', that finished the job. Carol made me rigid, and I wasn't complaining. I placed my hand on her thigh and then slowly moved up toward her pussy. She parted her legs. There we were getting each other aroused underwater. Both having the same thought and indeed urges, we left the hot tub, towelled off as best we could and within minutes I was between her legs in the bedroom.

Another instance of a horny woman getting what she wanted. In fact Carol told me shee needed it, not having had a man in quite some time. I was more than happy to oblige and we spent the rest of the afternoon on that bed, fucking each other. Three times we went at it. twice close together and then once more after a late afternoon nap which was taken in each other's arms. 

Carol had a lovely body with a nice sized ass to grab hold of. Along with nice breasts and a very welcoming pussy, getting laid with her was a real pleasure. I could tell she hadn't had a man in some time from her enthusiasm while we were making love. At several points it was as though she wanted to take the whole of me inside her and then when she came (four times) she would wrap her legs around me and keep me inside her. It was very much like she didn't want to lose that rigid cock from her pussy.

Carol was tanned from living in California of course and I can still recall in my mind's eye looking down at her with her legs spread wide and in the semi darkness of that bedroom (curtains drawn) her white bits glowing up at me. I made a note after we parted and went our separate ways that in that dusk, those white bits highlighted my areas of interest and her areas of pleasure. It was a pleasure for us both as well. She had her comings and I unloaded fully two times that afternoon flooding her pussy with my semen that ended up in a mix with her generous cum. 

We ate after showering then sat out on the deck during the evening, talking and drinking wine. Later we slept together in Carol's bed in her lodge. That is to say after we indulged in another session  of me between her legs and her then straddling me and riding like it was going out of fashion. I really got acquainted with her boobs that second time LL.

The following morning started with bright sunshine filtering through the drapes onto the naked body of Carol, soft and warm and once she woke sensuous. A nice slow fuck started our day. That was number five  within less than twelve hours. Showers, breakfast and then the plan for the day. We decided to drive out this time, to explore some of the much less visited canyons - one of which appears above.

 Carol had a small VW - a Polo I think. I had set up a package with the hire company to provide various vehicles on my long journey across the northern States, down the freeway from Seattle to San Diego and back across the southern States to Florida.At this stage of my trip I was driving  Jeep Grand Cherokee. In fact I still drive one on the ranch. It was ideal for where we were going, off paved roads and onto grit ones.

We set off. Considering I had driven this from San Diego, across Arizona and part of New Mexico alone apart from the radio, it was great to have an attractive, relatively young woman as my companion. The bonus to it all was Carol being pretty highly sexed and matching my appetite in bed. We managed to explore three different canyons. It was a nice hot day too that summer, up in the mountains. At our third stop we decided to cool off in the lake you see in the photo. Nobody around apart from the birds including the odd hawk or eagle and no black bears or rattlesnakes in evidence, so we went naked into that pretty cool mountain water and then afterward allowed the sun and a little sexual activity to dry us off.

Carol wanted sex and I wasn't about to refuse LL, mainly because I did too and she had a great body. We made love twice. Once with Carol on the ground, legs pointed skyward and then the second time from behind while Carol supported herslf on a large boulder. despite there being no risk of discovery, having sex outside was still quite exciting for both of us...and very satisfying.

We went our separate ways on the third day, having slept together again and giving Carol a parting shot of my semen on the morning of our departure. We exchanged details and we were to catch up again nearly a year later in 2008. I headed back south to New Mexico and Carol headed west to California. I was to have a lot more sexual adventures on my journey east.

Hotels, LL, have been a rich source for getting laid over the years. Often instigated by the women I have come across, in both senses of that phrase!

This young woman was one rather special one that I met way back in 2005 in a Leeds hotel. She was on the staff and over two days also on my bed. I like this shot so much that I have enhanced it a little using Photoshop. Imagine that lithe young women with her legs wound round me holding me inside after she had come. You could say that was a hallmark of Amanda's lovemaking, not wanting to let go in a sense. She certainly enjoyed having my cock inside her and she had to cover her mouth while were fucking because her moans were so loud!

As often happened with me women in hotels ended up in bed with me through tow sources. The first was the lone woman staying at an hotel and the second female staff members. It was largely split two thirds to one third between guests and staff, respectively. As I was the only single guy staying mid week when I got laid with Amanda and the hotel was shall we say a bit sparse of guests during the day, Amanda paid me a lot of attention.

That came about through my sitting in the bar area, either reading or writing on my laptop. Yes it was summer but those two days there were during a very wet period. My reason for being there was to meet a lady in the evening of the second day. having spent the Monday night in Penrith after leaving you, it wasn't worth driving home to Norfolk and then back to Leeds. Incidentally, I had no plans to visit you the coming weekend, so it didn't really matter. I did have a date with Kim #2 on the Saturday, but that was a little way ahead.

As I worked away in the hotel, or read Amanda was 'busy' behind the bar, but not so busy that I caught her staring at me from time to time. A steady stream of coffee, along with the obligatory biscuit, was provided by her and charged to my room - hence she knew the number. Each time she delivered those cups her other cups were on display to some extent, so that when I looked up to accept the coffee I was looking down her cleavage LL. then she would stand up and if not required elsewhere would have a chat. Those chats in the course of that wet afternoon took on a flirtatious tone, to which I couldn't resist responding to, dropping in a degree of innuendo that let her know I was interested. I was.

I knew she certainly was and she told me what time her shift ended as well, which was late afternoon. I left before her  shift ended. I had drunk quite a lot of fairly mediocre hotel coffee, for one thing, plus I had finished what I had been writing and dealt with a number of emails. When I reached my room, I mused on whether Amanda would put in an appearance, or did she only go as far as flirting with male guests.

Around 5.30 that afternoon there was a knock on my door. I got off my bed where I’d been sitting  and answered the door. I held tthe door open and in bounced Amanda who smiled, walked by me and said 'Room service sir'.

Indeed it was LL next thing she is in my arms and we are kissing. Taller than you but not tall - I guess she would have been around 5' 6" in her bare feet, which she was in then. As we kissed she tackled my belt. This lady was hungry!

We came up for air and while she unbuttoned my shirt, I unbuttoned her blouse. She beat me to it. Thick fingers on my part. She undid her skirt, then I have noted, she unzipped it via a side zipper. It fell to th floor as I made it to the last button on her blouse. My shirt was off, my trousers around my ankles. I stepped out of them while Amanda removed her panties and I slipped my underwear off. For some reason she had kept her bra on - what there was of it. You can see it above LL. It was more cover than support - she didn't need the latter.

Apart from what she said when I answered the door, neither of us had said a word since. It wasn't needed. Our bodies did all the talking that was required. I was standing behind Amanda as she removed her panties. I watched her bending down to remove them, her nice ass facing me and catching a glimpse of her pussy. She had bent down more than necessary I thought and I knew why. Displaying her pussy to me was part of it. As she finally removed them, she gave her bottom a wriggle. If that wasn't a 'come on', I don't know what was. She stood. I undid her bra and she shrugged it off.

Her body was nice and firm LL, yet also soft where soft mattered. My hands were on her hips, her firm bottom pressed hard against my body. Needless to say, I was erect and my erection was laying vertically along the crack between her buttocks. I caressed her hips and upper thighs outside, then moved to her waist and onto her breasts. They were firm, silky smooth and although not particularly large there was enough there for me. I squeezed them and stroked her nipples, kissing her on the neck as I did. 'Mmmm', the only sound she had made since stripping off.

This lady was purring LL. She leaned away from me slightly, wriggled that lovely ass and my cock slipped between her legs. Her labia were spread and so my tip rested in her wet opening. Amanda bent right over, hands on the bed, legs apart. It was then that I entered her nice tight pussy for the first time. Although it took a couple of moments to get in there LL, mainly due to my thickness and her tightness, her juices were flowing freely and that lubrication got us there. 

Holding onto her her hips I thrust and she came back and forth to meet me. That way I figured she, to some extent controlled the rapidity of my cock entering her. It certainly worked. Slow thrusts accompanied by 'Mmmm's' at the start which lasted all of about two minutes when Amanda started going faster, moaning now. My tight balls were hitting her clit. More moans. then she was coming back to meet me faster and faster - whimpering now. That kept me really hard. faster and faster she went. She told me to hold her hair and pull her head back I did at the same time grabbing and squeezing one of her boobs hard. 'Oh, oh, oh...oh my God' and she came LL.

I withdrew. She climbed onto the bed and lay there on her back panting a little, legs drawn together as her cramping slowly dissipated. It was quite sexy watching her pussy throbbing in and out too. I wasn't finished. In fact I had hardly started, she came so quickly. I took her legs pulled her toward the side of the bed and lifted her legs up and apart. Amanda looked at me, she was still glowing and she also looked as though she had totally surrendered to whatever I wanted to do with her. Not helpless, but offering herself fully. 

Her pussy was nicely swollen now and dilated. Entering her that second time was easy, slick and very nice. I jus plunged in slowly and she took the whole of my length, accompanied by a little gasp We smiled at each other as I stayed there not thrusting at all. I caressed her breasts, rubbed her nipples and squeezed her boobs gently. I could feel myself expanding even more inside her...and so could she. I guess it was the stimulus provided by the sight of her perfect little body, the feel of her skin and the lovely lubricated felling of being inside her.

Amanda just lay there as I started slowly thrusting. In and out, in and out, teasing her opening by nearly withdrawing. Liquid noises, Amanda spreading her legs further apart, I could see she was relishing the fact I was taking my time. No upward thrust from her she was enjoying what I was doing. I gyrated around a little with my cock and she said. 'Oh that is so nice. You are very good'. Her juices were oozing even more than our first time. I looked down at the wetness and the way her labia were encasing my erection. She looked down occasionally watching my slow thrusts. 

None of this was noiseless on Amanda's part. She uttered 'mmm's' and moans from time to time. I am sure she wanted me to go faster after several minutes, but I held back, just keeping it nice and slow, LL. I knew what I was doing. Soon she would be urging, even begging, me to go faster. I reckon I kept that up (pun intended) for about five minutes. Her wetness increasing in proportion to the lapse of time.

Sure enough Amanda urged me to go faster. Being the considerate guy I am, I reckoned her legs must be aching, so I brought them together and placed them on my shoulders. I am sure you can figure that brought her pussy even tighter against my erection. To meet her half way, I went up a gear with my thrusting. She moaned and she whimpered. I love it when  woman does that. My hands were at first wrapped around her legs and thighs, holding her tight against me. Then my desire to fondle her breasts got the better of me and I paid them a lot of attention. Amanda's nipples were hard. I remember that - real hard. I allowed her legs to drop from shoulders as I continued thrusting a little fast and a little faster. Amanda was moaning and she had gone up an octave as well.

I leaned down, sucked her nipples while her legs were spread wide either side of me. Then I nibbled them gently. Moans and more and more whimpers. I am not sure how long we had been at it, but I do know ten or eleven minutes had passed once we finished as I looked at my small alarm clock. But this was before that LL - maybe two or three minutes. However, the time was coming...for coming. I wanted it and she wanted it.

I was now coming down on her faster and onto her clit quite  hard. Bang, bang bang I went. Each time accompanied by 'Uh, uh, uh' from Amanda. I think she wanted to 'swallow' me up she held her legs so wide. The effect of that was to open her pussy even wider so that I was wallowing around in it and in a pool of her juices. That is until she  came and came she did. Almost without waring to her or me. One minute she had just been moaning gently and the next her cum erupted from her. then she shouted, quite loudly, three or for times in all. That wasn't all either ...

Amanda came again while I was still on my way, then again, but this time I joined shortly after that  third eruption of her cum. Even then and thinking she was exhausted  I continued until my lovely very familiar rush started pumping its way along my pipe to its destination. I came throbbed away inside for a few moments and then withdrew. Just as I did, she spurted, gushed whatever you want to call it LL. 'Oh, oh, oh , ohhh' Amanda a uttered and then, as she watched herself producing that fountain,she said 'Oh my God, this has never happened to me before!!'

As luck would have it most of that spurt hit the towel we had place on the bed. I lay don beside her. An hour had passed somehow. We cuddled. Her warm slightly perspiring body pressed hard against mine and her arms wrapped around me. That lasted twenty minutes or more before we decided to make a move. then we talked, more than anything earlier. Amanda told me she had her own rented flat. She also said she was hungry - not surprising. I was starving too. 

We ended up in a Chinese and I ended up in Amanda's flat that night...for something approaching a repeat performance. It was at that flat that I took the photo along with two or three others the follwoing morning. 

Next up, or rather down is Lynnette, or Lyn as she preferred.

A fun shot. The cup was empty by the way. Another hotel LL, except this time it was a guest who availed herself of my services. Not only that it was many miles from anywhere near you. 2007 and I was staying briefly at a motel on my meanderings here in the States. I was staying briefly, as I said and Lyn was, well...brief-less. She was also bra-less, much to my delight.

The motel was a Days Inn in Virginia, near a town called Dumfries (poetic don't you think LL), just off I-95. As luck, or rather coincidence would have it I arrived there on Friday evening. I had been in Pennsylvania and DC (Washington). That happened to be the evening that Lyn 'escaped' from her training course for the weekend. To begin with I had no idea what that 'training course' was, but I found out later.

I was fixing myeslf coffee in foyer when got in line behind me. Of course I was aware she was there, but hadn't turned around LL. When I did I faced with a very nice American brunette. I said it was all hers. I went outside. It was still pretty warm and a tad humid. She wandered out as well shortly after me. We both stood there silent until I said that it was a lovely evening. Lyn responded by asking if I came from New England - she said it was my accent. I told her no, that I came from 'old' England.

As we sipped the very hot coffee she started in asking me about England, London and eventually Europe. We were getting along fine. My charm, my smile or whatever, seemed to have clicked again. Lyn was nice and very personable. I hadn't eaten and so I said I was going to find somewhere. Lyn asked if she could join me and asked if I liked ribs. The way they do them over here LL, I love them. She knew the way and directed me.

The ribs and the beers were great and so was the company. Lyn drove my car back and parked up. We sat in the lot still talking. We had been talking all evening and on the ride back. Lyn leaned over the center console, looked at me and said, 'You really are a nice guy'. I leaned toward her and kissed her telling she was quite a lady too. It was inevitable after that LL ...that we would sleep together. Into her room we went and we were both stripping off together, fast. Just one bedside light lit us. The shadows cast by it made Lyn look gorgeous. A bit of fun was what our encounter was all about

Because of that I booked two extra nights, before I headed further south to Myrtle Beach.

Nothing fast and furious to begin with. Just two naked people kissing. Lyn had her hands on my shoulders. I had my hands on her waist. She was soft, warm and very smooth. I've noted that touching her skin felt like passing my hand over satin. She remarked on how soft my hands were between kisses. She also said that I could take my hands lower...or higher...it was my choice. Somehow, I knew I was going to get both.

Instead, I ran my hands all the way up her back and then down nice and slowly. Lyn was caressing my back by now, her body and boobs pressed against me. My hands didn't stop at her waist. Down to the curve of her hips and then onto her nice butt, as featured  above. Lyn's hands weren't idle either. They pretty much traced the same route mine had, down my back and onto my buttocks. I knew mine were nice and firm the opposite to her lovely soft rounded butt.

Lyn and I separated from our clinch. I was hard of course and lyn was looking down and checking me out. She put her hand on my erection. I put my hands on her breasts and then we were on the bed. Lyn with her legs apart and me between them LL. I entered her and we fucked nice and slow to begin with. That all came with compliments from Lyn about how nice it was. The flow of her juices increased and her pussy be came more dilated. She pushed her legs farther apart and urged me on. I stepped up the pace and that had her moaning with pleasure.

I shuffled up a little further so that I could come down on her clit. Her legs were not only up and wide now LL, they were back also which made her pussy more prominent. I came down on her with the regularity of a jack hammer and almost as firmly. Her pussy was hairless by the way LL, so my view of what I was coming down on was unencumbered by a bush. Fascinating watching how her pussy flexed as I thrust up and down. I was obviously hitting her clit because her moans came faster, she whimpered and her juices flowed very freely. In fact it was soaking down there.

I went faster a lot faster, she spread her legs vey wide and then she came. I slowed to a stop and withdrew, letting Lyn convulse through her orgasm. It also allowed her to bring her legs together several times, although most of that was an involuntary reaction to her climax. Then her cum flowed from her, her contractions pushing it forth. 

After a little clean up with tissues from the beside table we cuddled up to me. I was on my back, she on her side pressed against me. She started playing with my still semi erect cock, to the extent that she soon had me fully erect again. That lovely curvy body of hers was soon sitting atop of me  with her manipulating my cock back into her entrance. I know from my notes LL, that I enjoyed the sensation of her gradually sliding down on me, feeling my reaction to being stimulated by her luscious wet pussy as she started sliding up and down on me.

Her breasts were firm, conical in shape and just the right size for me. They were also slightly upturned. All in all for me they perfect (perfick😜). Perfect to hold and squeeze, perfect to suck. I did both while Lyn did all the work further down our bodies. I have to say, among all the women I have had, Lyn was one of the best on top. She knew how to pleasure me, which was a nice change. As with all things sexual, there comes a time when your body tells you that you want more, you want to come.

That is what Lyn was feeling as she sat up straight on me. She was right down on me. Her pussy riding on my cock and pubic bone, to and fro slowly. It seemed to do the trick for her as she was moaning and saying yes,yes, yes to herself. She went faster and I guess it did the trick with her clit because her mouth opened wide and she let out a long yessss. As she came I lifted her off me a bit but she then helped by leaning over me, enabling the upward thrusts of my cock into her oozing pussy. That did it for me too LL. I came. We were looking at ecah other when I did and the look of surprise and delight was a picture on her face.

We slept, we had sex in the morning and again that following night, then again on the third morning. When we parted early on the Monday morning, very early, we kissed and I said to her back to the tarining course for you and a drive for me. I wanted to see her again and she said  I could. She lived 'up the road' in an apartment in Maryland.

It was at the point of our departure that I discovered that her training course was at Quantico, not far from our location. She was with the FBI and I had been fucking a special agent LL. Mind you it was of mutual benefit and Lyn was effusive about my lovemaking.

Thus started a long and very nice relationship, when our lives have allowed. Lyn has never married, partly due to the nature of her career and partly because she has never found the right guy. Now forty nine, she looks as good as she ever did and I should know as we were together as recently as March of this year. 

Thunder thighs was my nick name for this lady, who I met via the internet. She lives in Penrith, even now and she did then in 2004. You could say I tried all sorts over the years. This is actually a frame from a short video I took of  Julie, hence the slight fuzziness. After all she was moving, rather sexily I have to say. I was laying on her bed on a sunny Monday morning and her bedroom window was right behind her. The light is wrong, but I was still learning back then...photography techniques that is LL...not sexual ones. Those I had honed over a lifetime.

Julie was what you might call one of my four 'watering holes' in and around Penrith. None of them knew each other or knew that I had more than just them on the go, just like those in your city never kenew each other..including you. So every few weeks I called in on Julie. I could never stay there for one very good reason. She was married but lacking in the bedroom. made it all the more exciting for both of us. Hubby worked some way away in Barrow. Why they were living in Penrith I never discovered.

What I did discover was a rather luscious pussy that had been neglected for some time. OK she was pretty heavy around the hips and her thighs weren't the nice slender ones I came to know so well with others, but Julie made up for those slight drawbacks with nice boobs and loads of enthusiasm in bed.

Why thunder thighs. Two reasons. One, she nearly crushed me with them when she came. wrapping her legs around me while she quivered through those thighs and also her pussy cramping hard and repeatedly against me. Two, I had my hands full, very full, with her buttocks when she was on top along with the fact that she pressed hard against me again when she came in that position. Julie also like to spanked hard when she was on top or when I took her from behind. 

But, as I said, she made up for it elsewhere. Her boobs were nice and full and she loved me sucking on them. Combine that with a rather luscious pussy that produced multiple orgasms and the occasional gush and Julie proved to be a very satisfying lay. It was only ever for the sex and I was always gone by midday, so as not to arouse suspicion in the neighborhood. Apart from that I had a string of others to service LL. Your revelation in March of that year released me to go forth and fornicate. 

I considered myself 'free' to an extent, free of you. My instinct was to stay, but my trust in you had gone and without your commitment I was hedging my bets and enjoying every minute of it, to boot! Combine that with the fact I was motivated by my businesses and the fortunate fact that I left salaried employment, I could see no way you were going to be a permanent part of my life. Shame raelly, I was once very fond of you. You missed out of course - another wrong decision in your life which has had more than s sprinkle of poor decisions.

Julie and I lasted off and on for a year and parted friends - more than you ever did.

Another hotel, another location, another 'opportunity' and another lay, LL.

This was after your time by several years and many miles. In fact, this cheeky encounter, and I say cheeky because Laura was a mischievous and cheeky woman, happened when I was staying in an hotel in San Francisco in 2009. Before I met Ash, I hasten to add. You can see her nature from her expression above. 

We ended up i my room quite quickly after I arrived there after a longish trip down I-5 my original start point being Seattle with two other stops on the way south. Laura had arrived from Chicago on a delayed flight. Something to do with a storm near O'Hare airport. We found ourselves in a queue at the hotel check in and started chatting while we waited. I'm like that LL, I will chat with anyone especially an attractive woman.

She waited having checked in while I did the same. I helped her by wheeling her case and mine to the elevator. As we we went up I suggested a drink in the bar in say about a half hour. Laura agreed, after all she was travelling alone and so was I and we were going to meet in a public area in the hotel. I guess we both needed a change of clothes and a shower as we were both a bit late for our 'date'. I arrived first about forty five minutes later. Followed nearer an hour by Laura. She apologised and asked if I had been waiting long. I said I hadn't and that there was no need to apologise - it is a woman's prerogative to be late.

That got us off to a good start and I ordered cocktails. It was mid afternoon on a sunny day in San Fran and I was sitting across from a pretty woman. These things just happened to me LL and I'm sure glad they did. It made my life over the last eighteen years very interesting a very rewarding. Apart from the sex, I have many great friends spread across the globe as a result. But on this particular afternoon there was just me and Laura talking, sipping our cocktails and exchanging a little about our lives and our travels 

She thought I had led an interesting life  from what I said ... were just the bits I left in. The real interesting stuff was that which I left out. I did that with you. I remember, after I had eventually eased you out of my life, you said, quite seriously, that I should be careful what I told any other women that I met because 'there are a lot of gold-diggers out there'. In your naivety you thought that it was only you that played away, although I never did until I found out about you. The other thing was disclosure. I never lied to you, but I never told you all about me. 

Two reasons. I was being careful and didn't know you, even if I 'knew' you in the intimate sense. The second reason is something you threw back at me when I asked, very early on in 2003, where you worked. The reason you gave for not disclosing your employer is the very same reason I couldn't and still can' revealt some of what I have been involved in my life.

Back to Laura. A cocktail each turned into two cocktails and we were still talking and munching complimentary nuts. We would have been stupid to eat alone and neither of us were stupid so I asked at the desk for a recommendation to suit what we fancied and a cab was hustled up for us. These days of course I know exactly where to eat.

It turned out not to be that far from the hotel, but as Laura was new the the Bay area, I asked the driver to take us down to the harbor. Telling to cabbie to wait (I remember his response - 'It's your dollar buddy') we walked to the water's edge just as the sun was dipping down. We could see some of the bridge and off course Alcatraz which was facing us out there in the Bay. After a while went back to the cab and our restaurant. Lots more talk and some good food. I suggested we walk back for two reasons. One it wasn't far and two it was mainly level. None of those hills to climb LL. I've walked them in the past - I doubt you would make it in your current state of obesity.

Laura slipped her arm through mine, which I thought was rather nice, and we sauntered back to the hotel. AS chance would have it we were both on the same floor but before that we grabbed a night cap. I recall mine - not sure about Laura's. I had a double espresso and a brandy, thinking I would sleep well that night after the drive and everything.

Even at that stage of the evening I had no inkling at all that she wanted to sleep with me but that's how it turned out. Funny how with some women you fit perfectly. You can take that either way LL as both were true. It was like we had known each other for ever. A chemistry that worked perfectly - a rare thing. We both savoured it. Given there was a fair few years between us we were both surprised. 

We enjoyed those few days and nights, very much. We also fitted perfectly physically and that brought a different kind of reward - total satisfaction for both of us. I'm not going into detail here because this lady still features in my life, quite a bit more than most.

The photo was taken the morning after we met. She's a lovely woman LL and beats you into a cocked hat.

Guess where I was lying when I took this shot.

Helen who liked to be on her back more often than not. Quite a sexy lady I met via the internet in 2005. The underwear on display was a gift from me to her. We met right at the end of 2005 but before Christmas of that year. Neutral ground was agreed and so I went to London to meet her off the train at Waterloo Station. I'd booked a matinee show so we had coffee, then lunch, then the show and finally dinner before I saw off home on the train to north Hampshire.

Helen enjoyed the day very much, mainly because she had been separated and then divorced and her income didn't allow her to indulge to that extent. The other thing was doing it on her own, wasn't something she relished, if she could have afforded to do so. I was invited to visit her at her home near Fleet ...and to stay. I wasn't expecting anything (she had two bedrooms). I accepted her invitation and travelled down on a bright, cold early February morning in 2006.

A few notes about Helen. She was 5' 7" slim, just under forty, with a pretty face (quite a sweet one really) and sporting a very nice figure LL.  I arrived late afternoon to find her cooking for me...and her, of course. It was a lovely salmon dish that went down very well. That evening we sat in her lounge, or at least I sat on her couch and she sat on the floor opposite me with her long legs tucked under her and a large cushion at her back. We talked drank wine and then just after ten that evening we decided to call it a day. I grabbed my overnight case from the hallway and followed Helen upstairs.

She showed me the second bedroom, which was right next to hers and then headed to the bathroom for a shower. In the meantime I unpacked a few things and sat on the bed waiting for her to finish up. Out she came wearing a white towelling robe that look a size too big for her I went in showered etc and then walked back to my bedroom in my boxers, carrying my clothes. I put them on the single bed I had been assigned.

Helen came out of her room and so I did as well. We stood on the landing. Not expecting anything I was ready to say goodnight. She gave me a peck on the lips. Not a kiss, just a fleeting brush of her lips LL. She stood there smiling at me. I remember thinking right at that moment does she want me or is she just teasing. The answer came almost immediately after that thought.

Helen pulled the belt in gown and revealed that she was wearing nothing beneath. My eyes scanned her, from her pretty face, down her cleavage, bracketed by the swell of her breasts, past her navel to what passed for a wisp of pubic hair. She reached out, took my hand and gently led me into her bedroom. That happened twice in the future and the feeling of deja vu when it did, always brought back memories of Helen. That was even though at the time of each of those occasions I was about to sleep with other women.

Helen sat on the edge of her bed and shrugged the gown off her shoulders revealing her breasts fully, LL. What a lovely sight to behold. Next thing was she had taken hold of my boxers and pulled them down. Out popped my near erect cock pointing straight at her. 'My, that looks like it could satisfy a girl', she said. (From my notes LL, I don't have that good a memory). My reply was that I thought we should put it to the test and her reply was, 'Yes please'.

She stood and allowed the robe to slip off the rest of her lovely body. We kissed and embraced. Touching her lovely body was lovely LL. My hands around her back caressing her as we carried on kissing and her body pressed against mine made me rigid. Locked and cocked you might say. It was certainly 'locked'. I doubt it would have deflated in a while the way it felt. Helen sat on the edge of her bed, lay back and raised her legs. I went straight in....with my tongue.

Things followed a fairly usual pattern LL. Licking and flicking until Helen came...with lots of noise. I never knew she had such vocals in her. Then she had it in her...if you know what I mean ...feeling my thickness sliding slowly all the way down in side her as I stood by the bed. I have to say she did let out a load gasp but then everything settled down into lubricated heaven for both of us. Her second coming followed quite quickly. Some women are like that. You trigger one orgasm and another and another follow. Others, you have to 'work at' to get them there. I think Helen had a lot of pent up need.

It was certainly apparent that night and indeed the following morning, which was largely spent in and on the bed until about eleven in the morning. Being in Fleet was handy. That afternoon I drove Helen to Hampton Court Palace and wrapped up, we spent a nice afternoon there before dinner out at a place I had sussed out before visiting. Helen's budget didn't allow for too much eating out. After that we went back to her home LL.

Naturally, we slept together that night. Her appetite for me hadn't been assuaged. AS soon as I slipped under the duvet next to her naked body she was on top of me. Not how you might imagine though. Her pussy was down on my face and her mouth she had wrapped around my cock, bringing it up to its full potential. I have to say that was a very nice sensation. I licked my way along her furrow and finding her clitoris to which I gave due attention, stroking and flicking. One thing I discovered about Helen was she had a fine threshold to having an orgasm, or indeed a number of them.

She came just as she had me fully inflated and nowhere near coming, thankfully. I prefer that to happen 'inside'. I lay there with her butt just above me watching her pussy twitching through her climax. It was alos nicely open. That proved useful when she scrabbled around and straddled me the 'right' way around. Nice and wet, she slipped her pussy over my cock and lowered herself slowly until it had 'swallowed' me fully. Then she just sat there LL, enjoying the sensation of having me inside her. That did last long. Helen started moving her hips to and fro while still having all of me within her. It produced a lot of juices from her. I just loved the movement and watching her.

Of course I didn't just lay there passively. I hadn't taken hold of her breasts, gently kneading them and squeezing occasionally. That combined with rubbing her nipples until they became hard had her on her way partially. Her vocals started again as she rubbed her clit against me with her to and fro movement rocking a little faster now. Then her hands came down on my chest LL and she was now sliding up and down on my cock, very fast. I sucked her boobs in turn and then she came, her cum dripping out of her and onto my groin.

She was done, her legs quivered against my thighs and then she collapsed on top of me, her breath coming a little fast and then slowly decreasing. I was still inside her. She extracted herself, rolled off me and lay alongside. I watched her chest going up and down briefly. I rather liked the sight of her boobs heaving gently like that. 

I rolled on my side facing her and hooked my right leg between hers. No resistance and I didn't expect any. She spread her legs with me between them. I lifted them up and out and inserted my cock in her pussy. Two orgasms had taken a little out of her and she let me do all the work. I didn't hang  about and I don't think she wanted me to either. I fucked her fast. Helen took over holding her legs leaving one of my hands free to squeeze her breasts. She had very nice tits, by the way. I was going like a steam engine at full speed. Helens vocals range through all the moans, the whimpers of pleasure and finally the yes, yes yes, oh my God end game when we both came, almost together. My cum rushing in, hers oozing out. A superb confluence of fluids and utter satisfaction for us both. We slept.

The next day was spent in Marlow and enjoying a full lunch there. Can't recall what we had now, but it was very good and quite expensive, but that didn't matter to me LL. You hardly knew a small part of my wealth. I was careful as you advised, except I was careful before you advised. hence, you had no idea what you passed on. Sure was a close shave for me.

After that weekend Helen spent time with me in my apartment in London, which is where the sexy shot above was taken, my home in Norfolk and about a year later, my home in Cambridge. We are still good friends...one of the many you thought I never had!

Cannes.

Charlotte was getting ready to go out for dinner when I took this shot in 2017. Looks superb doesn't she...and that is all you are going to get on her. I, of course got a lot more, but that is something I won't be sharing here.

Straying into selfie territory here. It's one shot I didn't take LL.

Sent with love and some naughty notes, all the way from Milan to Naples, Florida...just to keep my interest up. Chiara is a lady I will be seeing quite soon, so once again I am not going to expand on our 'doings' here.😋😉

 

Another Cannes lady wearing the Cartier watch I bought her....and little else. Taken in 2018 as was Mia. 

Mia is an American friend who joined me in Cannes that year before the 'crowd' arrived so we were able to enjoy my villa in a great deal of peace and quiet. Slim long legged and attractive. Mia lives near Worcester, Massachusetts. No that far from me - just over an hour and a half away. She is divorced with no intention of remarrying the same as me. That is I have no intention of remarrying..

Here's an interesting thought LL. My children and certain ladies in my life are going to be very wealthy and quite well off, in that order, when I pass. One of those women could have been you, but I can however confirm that you won't figure in the bequests.

Mia and I had a lovely time during the three weeks she stayed. We drove into Italy, or at least I did with Mia i the passenger seat and I showed her the sights along the French Riviera, including two nights in my Nice apartment. Of course we had sex. That all started back in Massachusetts two years earlier when we both met at a show in Boston in the interval at the bar. Being slim and tall didn't help in the bun fight for getting served, so I took her order and barged through. Didn't spill a drop either!

We evolved from that chance meeting and started spending time together, when both our lives allowed. Of course, both being single it didn't take long before we were sharing more than just our social lives - we were sharing a bed - mine and hers, but hers was first. Mia is very good in bed LL, far better than anything you had to offer. Mind you that could be said by more than a few ladies I have had the pleasure of including that bête noir of yours...Carole. She's still over there living in Leicester these days.

 

This shot is back in your country - England. My time with Julia was quite frantic (on her part) and also full on. Also on her part. This was a lady who was separated from a reasonably wealthy husband living near Norwich, but not so close as to be in danger of crossing paths with some of my other, shall we say bed companions.

I'll explain that. Julia was some years previously a graduate from Cambridge University. Her interests in life didn't bear any resemblance to those of the ladies I had occasion to mount. Julia's mounts, apart from me, were horses. When she wasn't riding them, she was riding me. Entertainment was largely enjoyed together in London. She liked classical music. I do too. Something else you didn't know about me. My mother was a classically trained pianist and my father, although a naval officer, had a keen interest in opera - hence I had inherited that love from them.

Consequently, it was no hardship to attend various concerts. In fact it was refreshing. Most women I met including you wouldn't know their Mahler from their Mussorgsky, or La Boheme from Pagliacci . Mind you that wasn't the only music we made and I am sure you can see from her photo above why I say that.

A perfect body, and I don't say that often, but that was what Julia possessed in my opinion. Long legs, great figure and breasts of a size I find absolutely spot on. Not only that, she was quite worldly wise when it came to sex - which she hadn't had much of from her husband.

Since your 'brief' time with me LL and partially during it, I have handled a lot of women and to use a word you that you thought applied to me in a variety of circumstances - I have been very lucky. I prefer fortunate myself and I made my good fortune. Luck is something that doesn't exist. Fortunate in having the women I have, fortunate with my two wives, both of whom have passed and fortunate in business. I like to think the latter is down to a certain shrewdness on my part though.

I was fortunate with Julia she was/is a lovely woman and made herself freely available to me back then, from 2005 to 2009. Then from 2016 - onward. She never remarried rather like me. Of course she has had other men in her life, as I have had other women. 

She once said something to me about our sex. She said, 'If you drink from a well that always quenches your thirst. You keep coming back for more'. She kept coming back for more and I have been more than happy to satiate her thirst. Touching her body always had an electrifying effect on me, combine that with our matching personalities and Julia and I could easily have married in another life.

Final word on Julia LL. Our sex was delicious, like having the best meal you have evr had or ever likely to have. I still enjoy the occasional meal....

And ...this one is also back in your county.

The photo is from 2004. Not the internet this time, but a chance meeting right in the center of your city LL. I'll leave you to figure out which store it was. A coffee shop, a florists, a larger store? Who knows apart from me and Sam. You could call our dalliance a reaction to your lies and you would be spot on LL.

Two weeks after chatting to Sam and she had not only invited me to her home, she invited me into her bed and between her legs.I wasn't going to refuse a slim tall woman younger than you by a margin was I LL, especially as a few weeks before I had found out you had been 'playing away'. That came from your own mouth.

Sam was almost, but not quite the first of many that followed. A good deal of them really only interested in satisfying the 'ache' between their legs and requiring a cock to satisfy it. Women are just as bad as men when it comes to not keeping their pants on, in my experience. Of course there are other and were others that wanted more than a quick jump into bed...thank goodness. Just sex becomes ameaningless mechanical act without something extra in the equation. 

In Sam's case it was her bubbly personality. Admittedly, Sam's first inclination was to get me in bed with her and I was a willing participant when she stripped off in her bedroom that first time. How could I resist a body like that - see above. After the sex though we got to know each other and I wanted to entertain her, wine and dine her, which I did. She had an ex-boyfriend who hovered around in your city. Not at her home as she had moved. Rather than tempt fate we went out of town to Keswick and to Newcastle. By and large the days we could get together were Mondays, her day off. As I was always leaving you on a Monday and you were working, it suited me admirably. Not every Monday mind yo - I had other fish to fry.

Occasionally Sam would get a few days off and then it was a case of mainly bed and sex. Often we didn't rise until eleven in the morning such was the extent that Sam liked to 'play'. Afternoons we got out and about and then late evening more sex. You may wonder why me and a woman like Sam. Personality and experience were the answers Sam gave me. We both knew of course nothing serious would come of it and so we 'enjoyed the moment', as they say.

Enjoy we did LL. Sam was a very active partner in bed and I could match her. She said something that was oft repeated in the future and that was she thought I was highly sexed. I put it down to more than my fair share of testosterone and I'm still firing on all cylinders even now. I loved looking down on Sam's lithe body as I slipped into her her tight but not too tight pussy. That first entry was always a joy for me with her. The sensation was lovely and we  never started until she was nice and wet. I usually had a hand or tongue or finger in ensuring that.

She could come. A lot and I mean a lot. Often several times before I had finished. There's something very satisfying and wonderful making a woman come. The effect the moans etc all had to my experience. She also thought I was lovely and thick. No not my mental ability, but the size of my cock LL. She loved it inside her whther that was with me on top, her on top, from behind or standing. We tried all those positions even the cradle which really had her going. 

Once you satisfy a woman the way I did Sam they become rather addicted and she did. I recall once we had sex in my old silver Lexus in a quiet car park one night in Keswick. I had moved into the passenger seat, lowered the chair and moved it all the way back. Sam had removed her panties and slipped her top and bra down. She mounted me after I had slipped my trousers down to my knees. Straddled in that car park with steamed up window we had sex twice. 

The second time it was the back seat. Exciting was not the word. We were both aware that discovery might be a problem and I guess that heightened awareness made the sex both more urgent and more satisfying.

The phot above, by the way was taken one morning in May 2004. Sam had just had her second orgasm of the day and was looking at my still erect cock while I took the photo. Needless to say, minutes after she allowed me back between her legs. She was generous with her favors especially in making sure I acme as well as her. 

This one is from Cumbria as well.... but not your city LL. It was, however, the same year but about four months later and to the south of you in Penrith. The funny thing was Stacy was a friend of Sam's, the previous lady in this blog. I was handed on in a manner of speaking. 

I met Stacy when I was out with Sam in Keswick. At the time I thought nothing of the encounter. Stacy was a nice woman but I had Sam, you and quite a few others in my harem at the time. I was a very busy man providing service to all those women. In time Sam found herself a boyfriend, which is when I received a text for Stacy. I was actually with you at your home, so I left it unanswered until the Monday.

The text was along the lines of 'you probably don't remember me but if you do I was wondering if we could meet up for a coffee or something'. I have to admit I did rack my brains a bit, largely because I had more than a few ladies on the go and I couldn't recall a Stacy.I pulled over on that Monday at Carleton Services on the M6 so that I could reply. 

I ended up there for about twenty minutes. I asked her how I knew her first of all. When she told me we had met in Keswick when I was with Sam, it all clicked into place. After some to-ing and fro-ing she asked where I was and if there was any possibility that we could meet that Monday. She seemed a bit keen to me, but I was going to pass Penrith so I agreed. I met Stacy at a small cafe just beyond Booths and Morrisons. 

We spent some time just chatting about Sam and how she was getting on and then about each other. Stacy was thirty three at the time and quite attractive so it was no hardship being there. I didn't have another 'appointment', if you know what I mean LL, until the Tuesday and that was in North Yorkshire. However, I didn't let Stacy know that of course. As far as she was concerned I had to drive all the way back to Norfolk. I rather liked her company so was in no hurry to leave. To be frank I quite fancied her and I let time drift into lunch and the early afternoon.

It was fairly obvious that Stacy wanted me to stay but she didn't want to be too open about it. By mid afternoon I said that I would probably have to book into the Premier Inn, which gave her the opening she needed. I did it on purpose LL. As I told you before, you have to get up early in the morning to get ahead of me. Stacy jumped into the opening I gave her and suggested I stay overnight at her place. I said I couldn't do that to her and she replied she wanted me to. I haven't mentioned that she was single with no current partner.

Well, the rest followed. We went back to her place. I put my stuff in one of her bedrooms and sauntered through to her bedroom where she was at the time. I stood in the doorway watching her removing her skirt and top leaving her standing there in bra and panties. She asked me to take her to bed. By way of an answer I took off my shirt and trousers. As I did that she took off her bra, which had me going straight away LL. Not large, not small, but looking firm and perky. I doesn't take much to get me aroused and her boobs did it for me that afternoon. She came over to me. I placed my hands on her waist, she placed her hands on my ass. 

We kissed, slowly at first, exploring. Then it became a little more passionate. Her body and her breasts were against me and her hands had moved from outside my pants to inside. Stacy eased them off me and they made a slow descent to my ankles. I now had my thumbs inside her panties where they rested on her hips. I eased them over and down her thighs, where they too ended up around her ankles. The bed beckoned LL and we were soon on it with me between her legs kneeling. I looked down at her laying there ready for me to fuck her and she ...well she looked at my erection. When I buried my head between her legs she asked me what I was doing (I later found out that she had never had a man lick her, eat pussy or make her come in that way). There's a first for everything and I was Stacy's first in that department.

My response was that she should wait and see.

I started licking along her slightly damp pussy, easing her labia apart as I progressed. 'Oohh, that is very nice' she said, more than once LL ... and I hadn't progressed to her clitoris at that stage. Gradually she opened up and I let my  tongue dart in and out of her opening a few times. Having induced a degree of dilation, I moved on to her clit. It was tiny to begin with. Took a moment to find it, but a little stroking with my tongue started it into action. Slowly it grew and became stiff LL. 

Couldn't have been more than two centimetres in size, but when I hit certain spots Stacy said ' There, oh yes, just there, Keep doing it there!' Now I was flicking it LL, being nice and stiff like it was it had the required effect and she started moaning, whimpering. I could feel its little tip with my lips, so I sucked on it. She nearly went through the roof until I eased off. 'Ohhhh do that again please', Stacy said. I did but this time I inserted my fingers into her pussy and rubbed a certain spot. That was it. I stopped sucking, withdrew my fingers and allowed her cum to flow out.

I could see her pussy pulsating uncontrollably while she finished her orgasm and came down of her high. She had drawn her legs together and back so all I could see, more or less was that pussy oozing and it's swollen entrance. Gently parting her legs I headed or at least my cock did, for that swollen entrance. In I went, no gasp she accommodated me with ease. Sliding in and out nice and slowly we enjoyed the sensations. I played around a bit, plunging deep one moment and then just pleasuring her entrance, before I plunged in again. The idea was to make it last.

I have a few ticks that enables me to do that, which I won't reveal here.

Slipping and sliding in and out, in and out LL, while you were typing away on your keyboard...and you thought you had the last laugh!. Stacy started thrusting up ward, a sure signal she wanted more than just the gentle stuff. I thrust faster metting her coming up, although her upward movements ceased shortly after ward. The reason for that was my comming down hard on her. Thankfully she was holding her legs high and very wide, wider as things started to reach their zenith. I squeezed her boobs, pinched her nipples and then squeezed them again real hard. that is when Stacy came.

Boy did she come. It was a flood as though that first orgasm was just for starters. Her cum flooded out, almost the most I had seen...or felt. Carole beat her on that score. Lots of cramping and of course at her point of climax lots of noise, the oh's, the yes's and finally...'Oh my God Peter, oh my God!!!'

I wasn't finished. I hadn't come. I rolled her over. She agreed to my fucking her from behind although she said she had only had it that way once and it was a disaster. I stood for this 'event' LL and had Stacy put her on the bed and her butt pointing upward. The height was perfect. My cock right in line with her pussy which was still wet and very sticky. In acknowledging her previous experience, I entered her carefully and sowly, although once I was in the fit was perfect.

I started thrusting again slowly but plunging her depths each time. I asked her if she was OK. Stacy told me everything was good and she was enjoying what I was doing. Although I was thrusting slowly LL, each time I did it was firmly. Stacy started utter grunts eah time I went in - 'Uh, uh, uh', she went, in time with my thrusts. Faster she said and faster she got. In fact, I knew I would come this time not that I was quite there when I started going faster, it was just a guy gets a feeling and looking down at her lovely arse and her curves, that feeling made itself known.

No holding off or going back now. In any event I had a feeling Stacy was coming as well. Her moans and whimpers told me I could quite quickly get her there with more speed. I went really fast. No stopping at all now, faster, faster. Stacy came I felt the mad rush in my groin and the gratifying feeling of coming as I ejaculated inside her...lots. When I withdrew Stacy was oozing her own cum mixed with some of my semen.

AS we lay on her bed afterward that afternoon, she said Sam was right, that I was very good and that she would look at older men in a different light from then on. Stacy drifted away after about six months, but in 2005 Sam had left the 'new' boyfriend and we got together again on occasions. Not quite so many as before as I stopped traveling to see you as much as I used to. Not sure where Stacy is these days but I know where Sam is because we have kept in touch over the last eighteen years (next month). She lives near Stratford- upon- Avon just south of Birmingham.

Th photo of Stacy above was taken in her kitchen one Monday afternoon in 2004

Finally, one from down under and down under I often was. This shot was taken on an empty beach just north of Noosa Heads where I was staying at the time LL. The time being November 2008.

Two travellers or vacationers, who happened to meet up and enjoy each other bodies for nearly a week...and each other's company of course!

Ileave you to use your imagination on this last narrative for some time to come
 

 Have a nice day ma'am

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