Meine Schöne Deutsche Liebhaber und mein kleiner Engel x 2

Told in his own words and in the first person. I am merely the channel for his communications. Seems he has led a pretty good life from these accounts

Here are two tales (or should that be tails) from Germany.

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In deference to the fact she is German and has a distinctive name, I will refer to my lady in Germany as S.

I travel, that's a fact, one particular reader will realize that. No dates, calendar ones that is, but let's just say this event took place in the period after March 2004, at which time certain events came to light concerning the woman who 'called' herself my partner. Germany was something of a coincidence in events, as I had discovered timetables for flights to Germany on my laptop after use by the very same lady. My IT skills have always been excellent, due to my background and training. It took no effort at all to see what had been 'going on'.

All told that prompted me to re-visit Germany, which I had last been to in the 80's, on business and the 70's for pleasure - the former nearly 12 years previously. Bavaria is beautiful in the Spring and that's where I headed having flown to Munich and hired a car.

There was a trip I wanted to take and as I was a 'free' agent - I had no guilt regarding the woman mentioned earlier in view of her infidelities - felt I was free to enjoy myself. The trip was along what is called 'The Romantic Road', the old trading route to and through the German Alps.

I guess that sets the scene.

I picked up a car at Frankfurt airport and headed for Wurzburg where I was intending to stay that night. The following morning I spent some time exploring the town and then headed to Rothenburg ob der Tauber. It was there that I met S.

She was in a cafe on her own when I entered. She glanced up from her reading when I sat down just two tables away and then returned to what turned out to be a guide book. There were few people there that morning. I had a similar one book and after ordering a 'Kaffee', I pulled mine out and started to flick through to the section on Rothenburg. S was at the next table.

She was dressed casually in a summer dress and seemed from the guide to be doing what I was - exploring the area. She glanced up, as I had been looking in her direction, smiled and wished me good day in German, naturally. I responded similarly in her language. I speak a little German. However, I then spoke in English which she did also. We passed the time of day to begin with.

She had long shapely legs and, contrary  to the stereotypes that people have lodged in their minds as a typical German, was a brunette

It transpired that I was wrong - she wasn't a tourist, like me. She told me she was swotting up on the area so she could show some friends around who were coming over from the States. We 'clicked' in a very pleasant way, felt comfortable in each others company and I flirted with her and she with me.

We finished our coffee and she inquired as to what I was doing for the rest of the day. I told her that I planned to explore the area, but had nothing firm planned. She suggested that I be her experiment (we English might say guinea pig). I agreed after all I was there to see the place and what could be better than with a pretty guide by my side.

I guess I must have a friendly demeanor or aura, as I never seem to have failed to meet a pretty woman whenever. S said I had friendly eyes and a great smile.

I'll cut to the chase soon but we set off to explore the town and she proved to be very knowledgeable. In between the history lesson - churches, museums, and Topplers Castle - we talked, flirted and held hands. I felt like I had known this gorgeous German lady all my life. Not just a morning and afternoon. She was/is single and at that time four years out of a relationship.

Eventually we headed back into town from the castle visit having had a light lunch on the way at Zur Holl, a charming old restaurant that served good wholesome German food.

I guess it was approaching six in the evening when we returned having walked a fair bit that day. We had agreed on dinner back Zur Holl, but needed to shower and change. It was on the cards that I join her in her apartment so I gathered my change of clothes from the hotel and walked the short distance to her place.

The literal translation of Zur Holl is 'To Hell' but it seemed I was headed in the opposite direction as when I arrived at S's place she was dressed if that's the operative word in just a shirt and her underwear. Gone was the light summer dress.

We had, had a good day and seemed to be on the same wavelength so I took her by the upper arms and pulled her closer to me. We kissed and she wrapped her arms round my neck. I could smell her fragrance close up now, having caught a little of it on the air all day.

We had a couple of hours before dinner and it seemed S wanted to 'relax' a little ... free of our clothes. Within a minute we were both down to our underwear. She merely slipped her bra off to reveal a beautiful, shapely body and a pair of gorgeous and firm perky breasts. Her nipples surrounded by a dark brown aura were already proud in anticipation. She was greatly amused and indeed flattered to be photographed  then, posing quite unashamedly in a variety of poses. She had no qualms in showing off the whole of her body...and I mean all of her.

She knew how to tease...expertly!

All of which caused me to abandon my camera. She was  not shaved but fairly short in the 'working' area. Her body glowed with anticipation - we had made it to the bedroom and she had laid back on the bed with her legs spread wide. I knew what she wanted, and it wasn't immediate penetration. I knelt on the rug next to her bed - my manhood was rock solid by now - and used my tongue on her clitoris, flicking and teasing. This came to be accompanied by Mmmm's from her. Gradually I intensified my efforts with my tongue adding some pressure. She became far more voluble and I could sense her stomach muscles contracting. She was nearly there...and then she was. She reached her climax with some force. She tried to lift my head away but I persisted a little longer and she came again.

She laid back on the bed. Legs still akimbo and showing a well lubricated pink area between her thighs. She turned over, stood facing the bed and allowed me to fondle, caress and squeeze those beautiful breasts. The more I did the firmer they became and so did I. My firmness slipped between her buttocks and I rocked too and fro between the lips of her vagina much to her delight....and mine.

She leaned forward onto the bed, spread her legs and presented herself to me. I entered her relatively easily as she was fully ready. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her onto me and held her in place while I entered her with some force thrusting hard, again and again. She cried out saying "mehr, mehr" having reverted to German in her moment of ecstasy. That elusive G spot was at work again because I had undoubtedly found it and she was reveling in the fact, becoming increasingly wetter and wetter.

Neither of us could hold back any more and I came fully into her as she cried out one last loud "Ja, ja" and came too, convulsing with the moment.

We were both panting a little by now. She threw herself on the bed and laid back on the pillow looking up at me dreamily. I knelt between her legs and caressed her body from thigh to breasts, leaning over on my hands I kissed her too. My lips brushed her nipples and I then licked them eventually sucking on both breasts, alternately.

The caressing continued, which had the effect of bringing my member back into a very upright position. S encouraged the big fella with her hands and then pointed it into the direction of her pussy. I pulled her gently down the bed and then stood. she spread her legs very wide either side of me. Then around me, drawing me into her.

We were one then. Me teasing her as she held her upper thighs with her hands and spread her legs real wide. From that standing position I was able to enter her fully and with some force on her clitoris. The more I did it the more she shouted 'yes' and 'more' in both German and English. Her breasts were moving around in rhythm to my actions - her nipples and breasts firm and hard...perky as well. She had her eyes closed but I was looking down at her as I continued to make love to her. Her body looked great, her face was flushed with blood and she was very wet. The sensation for her was plain to see on her face and in her body. For me I felt all parts of my member stimulated and my eyes were more than a part of that taking in S's beauty.

I slowed and eased off to a slower pace entering fully and then withdrawing slowly against her G  spot. This brought her an altogether different pleasure and she regained her breath a little, as I did I. Around then I felt a little urgency arising in my body and upped the tempo to a fast pace increasing it more and more until she came, followed shortly by my filling her completely.

I eventually withdrew, lay by her side then took her in my arms, kissed her and caressed her and we fell asleep like that for about an hour. Finally, S decided to shower...but that's another story.

The poses that she provided are still treasured. They have been edited to protect her identity.

One final shot follows of her beautiful ass or part of it - she was winking at me at the time...and not with her eyes!

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My time in Germany was not confined to S. That year I spent time on another trip.  I was staying in a hotel in Berlin as that was what I had come to explore. It was my third day there and I had taken to having a pre-dinner drink in the bar. A somewhat up market place, the cock tail bar was all glass and a little understated bling.

That evening there few people at the bar where I sat, despite the fact it was raining hard. A couple at the far end, in what seemed like fairly earnest conversation. The barman and cocktail waiter equally engrossed in another conversation at the other, open end, of the bar. That left me in the middle contemplating my own image in the mirror behind the glasses and bottles at the back of the bar.

That is until a young lady walked in, all alone. She had almost black hair, a pale complexion, was slim and wearing a white dress. A guess you would call it a classic A line dress with a round collar and no sleeves. She had a watch on her left wrist and a silver bangle on her right one. Clutching a small silver colored evening purse, it was apparent there were no rings on her left hand.

She came up to the bar and sat one seat away from me to my left. She ordered a glass of wine. For a short while she just sipped her wine and me, my Jack Daniels. I looked up and into the mirror at the back of the bar to see her looking at me. Our eyes met via the mirror and she smiled and so did I.

She said 'Guten abend' which I returned then reverted to English and said hello. Thankfully, she had fluent English. We started chatting and I asked if she was eating in the hotel or perhaps had another engagement. She didn't so I invited her to join me if she wished.

There were few people in the restaurant but it was arranged in such a fashion that it felt warm and intimate. The menus came and the wine list. I ordered a bottle of Pouillac, a favorite of mine and we both enjoyed a fish dish as our main course. The evening went well. Martina, that was her name told me she was in her thirties and lived in Frankfurt. She was like a little elf although she wasn't small. She was very feminine and well read. Our conversation wandered through a variety of subjects.

Eventually we were on coffee and liqueurs and it was only 7.45 on a very light  if wet summer's evening. I suggested it was too early to call it an evening but too wet to wander around the City. She suggested we order a bottle of Champagne and retire to her room, ostensibly to continue our conversation. We entered the lift and standing there opposite each other we knew the rest of the evening was going to involve more than just conversation.

I slipped back to my room while Martina went to hers. I left my jacket there, picked up my camera case and headed back to Martina's room. She had left the door slightly wedged open with one of her shoes. I entered picked up the shoe and walked through into the large room she occupied.

The Champagne had already arrived. I could see it on the side cabinet before I reached the room properly - German efficiency. Not only had it been oped there looked like a glass was waiting for me. The other glass was in Martina's hand and she - well she was on the bed wearing nothing but a sheet.

I was not the youngest man she must have met nor was I close to her in age. I asked her why she felt attracted to an older man like me. She replied that she felt safe with me, even after only a few hours and that she liked older men because they were confident, usually secure and experienced...in life. She saw my camera bag and asked what it was - she already knew I was and still am something of am amateur/semi professional photographer.

I had wanted to take some photos of her, which she agreed to but my intention at such a short encounter was just a few face and body shots of her in that lovely dress. The whole scenario had now changed. I hesitated, unusual for me, and put the camera bag down on the floor, but she said to get it out and start taking some shots. I eased the bag to the floor opened it and extracted mt camera. She suggested I join her in shedding my clothes. So, there we were both nude and me taking shots of her in a variety of poses which she loved. Whoever said German girls had no sense of fun were utterly wrong.

We sipped and quaffed the Champagne between laughing and me taking photos - Martina was getting quite giggly with the combination of wine, liqueurs and Champagne. If she had any inhibitions about nudity, they weren't apparent that evening.

She cavorted about on the bed revealing her relatively small breasts at first the more and more of her. She had a pale color to her skin that I found very attractive. Her body was quite youthful and she was slim, but with all the curves in the right places. The area round her nipples was brown which against her pale complexion seemed darker than they actually were. Long slim legs poked from under what I realized was a duvet not a sheet.

She knelt on the edge of the bed and dropped the duvet altogether. At that point I put the camera down and took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them repeatedly, teasing the nipples with my thumb and for finger, pulling slightly. They were proud and Martina was obviously enjoying it. She drew my head down so I was able to suck on each breast in turn as I caressed her thighs and buttocks.

She leaned back suddenly and unfolded her legs which were now just in front of me. I caressed them from foot to thigh and onward to her hips. Her head was supported on a couple of pillows and she was smiling at me. My caresses moved from her outer thigh to her inner thigh and she parted her legs to allow me to work my way fully up to her crotch.

I massaged that area carefully. She was clean shaven - just like me - but in a totally different area! Her arousal was strong now and mine was self evident to the point of weeping. She was in a mischievous mood and although we both wanted to consummate our foreplay she was playing a half hearted game of hard to get.


She crawled away from me across the bed, her breasts hanging pendulously from her and her ass pointed fully in my direction. My camera was working overtime. She rolled over, spread her legs and revealed how wet she was.











I climbed between her legs and she worked my member against her clit vigorously climbing inexorably towards a climax. She came with a series of oh, oh Oh's! Pulling her legs up to facilitate access, she opened her legs to their widest enabling me to enter her and continue her pleasure. I nearly had her at her peak once more when she rolled from under me then turned me over and mounted me.

The sound of her wetness was a great stimulus in itself apart from her breasts hanging over me to suck. She pulled herself upright and rode me hard crying out as she did.

Then she leaned over me and said to spank her as I thrust into her with some force. I hit her hard on each buttock which just seemed to send into ecstasy - her cries louder than ever. Then she came in a wet gush over me. That combined with grabbing her breasts brought me to my climax. What an evening that was.

We slept together that night interspersed with some occasional gentle lovemaking and caressing

And...in the morning I greeted with the sight below. We showered...together with lots of  lather....

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright.

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 Ciao LL it was a pleasure....

Denise

Told in his own words and in the first person. I am merely the channel for his communications. Seems he has led a pretty good life from these accounts

Here is Denise's tale.

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Denise

'Back to England for this lady. I had to make no effort with this forty-something lady. She almost threw herself at me.

I guess I should start at the beginning, brief as it was. Denise and I met in a hotel I was visiting near the Norfolk Cambridgeshire border in the UK. It was lunchtime and we arrived at the bar at the same time. I gave way so she could order for her group first. We chatted and she asked what I was doing for dinner that evening. I told her nothing - I was going home to my place 7 miles away and would be cooking just for me.

She was kinda pushy but nice with it so I said why don't we eat out at a local restaurant. Later that afternoon she headed home to her place around 9 miles in the opposite direction and I made my way home. We met again later that evening and enjoyed a good meal at a local place as arranged. We seemed to get on pretty well and we exchanged something of our backgrounds.

She was single - divorced - some years previously, aged 43 with one grown up child who had left home. She was pretty much a free agent she told me. I had already ascertained that she worked in the electrical industry, locally. I told her that I had taken early retirement, which was true, but didn't reveal that I was man of independent means (one particular reader may get a smile (of regret) from this remark).

She said she would like to see my home. It was past 10.00 pm and I knew how the evening/night was about to proceed...and so did she. She followed me home in her car. I should describe that house's location. It has since been sold, as I am now living permanently in the USA. It was approached over a 200 yard tree lined drive, hidden from the rural road it was situated on and surrounded by fields, so pretty private, all told.

Denise is a little shorter than I am, has a curvy figure. That evening she was wearing a red dress, which complimented her dark hair. I cracked open a bottle of wine and we talked and drank a couple of glasses. I showed her around the ground floor and we refilled with a couple of liqueurs. It was obvious that she was staying over - I had five bedrooms after all.

We viewed each of them briefly glass in hand and ended up in the master bedroom. Seemed she was really wanting it as she turned, smiled, looked into my eyes, put her arms around me and hugged hard. I responded and we kissed, by the light of the single green shaded bedside light. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt which she removed expertly and started kissing my chest, while at the same time she undid the belt of my trousers. I found the zip on the back of her dress and that fell to the floor in short order as did her bra.

By this time we were both down to our lower underwear and I was fighting to get out of mine in a hardened way. I slipped her panties off and she did the same for me. We fell onto the bed locked in an embrace, kissing and exploring each other's bodies.

Her legs were partially wrapped round me and it was obvious she was wet and partly dilated. She pushed herself off me and headed south to give my member some personal treatment with her mouth. She turned into a classic sixty nine position and we pleasured each other licking and sucking appropriately according each other's organs - a heightened sense of pleasure enveloped me....and then she came. I ensured she had maximum pleasure from that moment and  then rolled from under her.





She was still moaning with pleasure when I turned her over and placed myself between her legs my hands on her surprisingly firm and pointed breasts, squeezing and caressing in equal measure.


She widened her legs as far they would go and I entered her fully. She was bucking to meet me as our generous lubrication ensured a great 'ride' for us both. I held my erection fully - almost locked in place with desire, you could say - and my thickness, as she referred to it later,

made her moan and shout even more than before. Then it all happened at once. I hit her G spot, she ejaculated....and so did I!

We slept in each others arms that night, a long deep and fully satisfied sleep. (One particular reader may recognize the couch in the photo above ;-) )


The next morning she suggested we bath together. That was an experience that has stayed in my memory. It wasn't a big bath. Denise wasn't that tall either so we fitted in more ways than one. Stripped we both got into the bath, which was fairly full of bubbles. Soap to hand she started lathering me up and me her. She concentrated on my penis which had risen like a periscope from the depths and I took her breasts in hand, literally! There's something very sensuous and extremely sexy about soap and bodies and this occasion was no exception. Her breasts hardened (and slipped through my hands) in direct proportion to my organ.

She sat astride me and it was obvious entry would not be difficult. She lowered herself onto me and started rocking and riding to and fro while my hands squeezed her breasts. She leaned toward me and I took her nipples in my mouth in turn bringing forth sighs and moans as she continued her action. Putting her hands on the side of the bath she eased herself upwards so that I could take over, thrusting into her fast and hard she shouted, screamed, moaned and climaxed. I continued my action until she said 'no more', at which point I came and filled her completely. Not a night, or indeed morning, to forget...and I haven't.

She loved my photos, some of which are shown here, suitably edited and I understand she still 'treasures them.

We continued to date, enjoying meals out, the theater, walks in the country (and fun in the country too!) for several months

That was some years back and since then we have virtually lost touch...but I still remember her touch...and mine.

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright.

Rebecca

Told in his own words and in the first person. I am merely the channel for his communications.

Here is Rebecca's tale.

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'The sound I recall from my first meeting with her was a sucking sound. Not what you might imagine! It was the sound a door makes when it parts company with the rubber that is part of a storm guard seal - the device that prevents rain getting into a house.

That day it was raining, but not at Rebecca's. Wet later, yes, but not raining.

We had met before this particular occasion, but just to nod a 'hello'.. London was where we were and of course the rain was to be expected in April. Rebecca was a near neighbor and more neighborly than most in the Big City. We met 'properly' when I had come down from a home I owned in East Anglia and I had popped into a wine bar for an early evening drink.

If I recall it was a very pleasant Shiraz - fruity and reasonably light for the very early evening. We met at the bar - she was alone apart from a work colleague, female. She ordered two glasses of Prosecco. The guy behind the bar opened a bottle and while she waited she turned toward me and smiled. I smiled back and said hello. We talked for a few minutes and she returned to her table.

I thought nothing further of the encounter, although she was very attractive, and went back to my drink and the Telegraph crossword. Later I was aware she and her friend were leaving judging by the conversation immediately behind me. A highly manicured hand appeared briefly to my left then as quickly as it appeared it went leaving behind a card on which was written a phone number and an address.

Seemed that once again I had attracted a beautiful woman. I sat there turning the card between my fingers and ordered another Shiraz. I really didn't know her from Adam, or should that be Eve. Why was a woman who I estimated must be in her late thirties attracted to me. OK, I have a pleasant smile and, I'm told, friendly eyes. Beyond that where my hair exists still it is very short, but I am in pretty good shape physically, for my age.

So, her interest puzzled me, which is how I ended up on her doorstep the following day. No prior phone call, so for her no prior warning of my visit. We had chatted briefly in the bar the evening before and again on the phone.

It was an apartment, pretty similar to mine in London's Docklands area. When I first saw her in that bar she was professionally dressed in a black skirt, jacket and white shirt (blouse I guess that would be in the UK), and toting a laptop which, judging by the size of the case she was carrying, had to be a MacAir.

Quite what I expected on this unannounced visit was going to be a surprise either way, I was sure. It was. The door sucked itself away from the storm guard and I was faced with... a much older woman carrying what seemed to be a whole lot of equipment. A further glance revealed that it was cleaning stuff. At that point I reckoned I should have phoned first.

It seemed that the cleaning woman was leaving, so I stepped to one side only to feel a hand on my shoulder and the unmistakable scent of Kenko That hand had to reach up a little so I guessed it was Becky, as I came to know her. I was right. There was something of a merry-go-round in her doorway. Cleaner leaving, Becky arriving and me like the pivot in the middle. The cleaner had no idea who I was or why I was there, but Becky did. Eventually the situation unwound itself. The cleaner left, Becky entered and invited me in.

She said I should have called her, but in the next breath said she liked surprises. I said I did too. We both laughed. She stepped in, I followed and she kicked her shoes off. I took of my light jacket and stood. Partly out of courteousness and partly to survey my surroundings. Becky disappeared into the kitchen taking her mail with her. It was apparent that this was a sizable place. A little larger than mine with 3 beds all en suite and a through lounge and diner. There was an enormous five seat couch which gives some idea of the space available. The walls and doors largely painted white with sympathetically colored dining chairs etc and a large god framed mirror on one wall.

I meandered into the kitchen where I was offered coffee which I took into the lounge area. Becky said she wouldn't be long and disappeared. I guess she was going to take a shower before changing. She took a shower...but not right then.

I could hear the rustle of clothes as I sat taking in a view of the Thames looking downriver to the east. Eventually she re-appeared dressed quite casually in a loose top and a pair of comfortable pants (trousers for my UK reader). She was barefoot. I stood when she came in and she took my arm and we both wandered over to the window to take a look at the river. I heard music from her Sonos system - Il Divo Unbreak My Heart in Spanish.

We stood in silence here arm in mine like we had known each other forever just listening and lost in our own thoughts. Then she turned toward me grasped my face with both hands and kissed me...and it was wonderful. I guess the music, the warmth of the apartment and the warmth I felt emanating from Becky, led to the inevitable.

I guess I haven't described her so far but she is fair to blonde, shorter than me, blue gray eyes with a lovely complexion. I say she is, as we are still in touch. Most of my of past lovers, bar one, have kept contact for the very reasons we first got together.

Some people are never without their phones and, whilst I too am generally not without mine, in my case it is more about cameras. Apart from my DSLR, I also keep a GoPro handy. although this 'sport' is not recognized at the Olympics!

Becky held both my hands and looked at me, smiling. I thought she was gorgeous. She had a lovely twinkle in her eyes that made so much more desirable. My eyes traveled down her body as far as her breasts. They were a great size from what I could make out. I hadn't noticed before but it was apparent that, in changing, she had dispensed with her bra. She held me close to her and that confirmed it. She undid several buttons on my shirt and the belt on my pants. By this time I was pretty firm and 'he' was wanting to 'escape'.

I put my hands on her waist as she dispensed with my pants and my shirt. She used her arms to remove her top, over her head. Her magnificent breasts were revealed in their full glory. I slid her loose pants over her hips and it was then I discovered she was not wearing a thing underneath.

All told she was a very shapely lady with no hair in the operating area. She had no qualms about standing in the lounge near the full length window, completely nude, but being on the 10th floor and not overlooked made it a pretty damn private anyway. Come to think of it I was standing there with nothing on too....and it was obvious that I was ready for 'action'.

We embraced, her head laying sideways on my chest and the warmth of her soft skin and breasts on me. I caressed her back from the shoulders all the way down, and including, her pretty ass. She said it was a long time since anyone had held her so nicely and caressed her so gently. She clung to me for a while. I guessed she felt secure in my embrace. Then she looked up at me with the sweetest smile and we kissed.

My hands were on her waist then her hips. I was truly proud by this stage and she parted her legs and slid onto me. She was very wet and so there was some noisy to our lubrication as she slid slowly back on forth on me. Then she turned picked up a bottle I hadn't noticed earlier and poured what was baby oil  in a dribble down each of her breasts. I watched as each stream eventually reached her nipples and hung there like dew drops. It was obvious that this oil could not be allowed to descend further so I used my hands to massage it into her large, but not enormous, breasts.

This aroused Becky and me to the point that we could wait no longer. We never made it to the bedroom. That five seater couch was going to be well and truly christened.

Becky was passionate and very athletic. It was obvious she couldn't wait having been greatly aroused as she led me willingly to the couch. She laid back smiling at me and took hold of me rapidly, opened her legs wide and we made love with some frenzy. I squeezed her breasts which she loved as I thrust into her with a tempo I had not known before. I knew I had 'hit' her G spot as her face became flushed and her moans and shouts increased until she came quite suddenly and quickly. He tummy contacted and she arched her back. I continued my effort which caused her to come again until she could take no more.

We lay with each, some what precariously on the couch, getting our breath back. Both of quite lubricated and cuddling each other lovingly. Eventually, I rolled off Becky and we both stood. That lady sure could arouse me and she did by encouraging another erection. She knelt on the couch presenting me with her beautiful ass and an open vagina which was wetter than the rain that hard started outside. Standing behind her I entered her again and this time we took thing s at a leisurely pace to start with. Long and slow would be the best description and we enjoyed pleasuring each other in that way.

Her breasts were still oiled and I massaged them gently feeling here erect nipples sliding between my fingers as I did so. I have fairly large hands but even they didn't fully encompass those lovely boobs.

In time we upped the tempo when we both felt we were nearing our climax. In the standing poistion I had adopted I was able to thrust against her quite hard and it seemed she enjoyed that shout 'Oh yes' and 'more'. I obliged! I held her hips and pulled her onto me faster and faster until we came together, literally. Something that has been rarely achieved - usually my lovers get there first and I follow.


We had a number of photo shoots after this meeting - some of which are included here and above

A chance meeting in a wine bar and a relationship that then lasted several months - proved to be heaven while it lasted for two people in the big city. We wined, dined took in shows, trips on the river visits to Dorset etc but eventually we decided, mutually, to move on. She is now in her late 40's and from the occasional photos I receive still as attractive as she always was.

LL - There were other events on another couch or two in Norfolk (several times) with a brunette lady who you know of, who wasn't quite so well endowed as Becky. I recall you were quite jealous of her even though we had already parted.

Not to worry about endowed ladies, Becky more than made up for C and for that matter you, but then she was only 38...that's her age not her bust measurement! So you see I really did have the time of my life in those in between years. More to come (excuse the pun)....sometime.'



Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright

Lori

English, American and now Canadian.

Told in his own words and in the first person. I am merely the channel for his communications.

Here is Lori's tale.

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'A chance meeting in Fort Myers Airport, Florida, brought us together and we remain the best of friends.

Lori hails from the prairie lands of Canada and was on vacation in Florida when we met at the luggage carousel in the airport. She waiting on her luggage from a Canadian routed flight, me via Atlanta from the UK. At that time I was still a UK citizen.

For some reason we both had to wait until nearly last to collect  our luggage from the carousels, so we got chatting. Lori told me that she lived alone, as I did at that time, and that she had come down to Florida on a whim to get some sun after the Canadian winter. I suggested that we might share a dinner sometime and asked where she was staying. Turned out she hadn't booked anywhere and was going to make a few calls and then take a taxi.

We seemed to click pretty easily. At the time I owned a home - well several in fact - in Fort Myers. I was staying at my four bedroom lakeside home about six miles from the airport. I also had a car outside the airport terminal. So, after a bit of discussion Lori agreed to share my home and obviously a lift in my car.

She was tall, my height in flat shoes, brunette and had what is best described as a slightly tanned complexion. The luggage arrived and we headed out of the airport picking up my Sebring convertible (I have since graduated to a Mercedes and a Lexus convertible) and heading for my home. We needed groceries so stopped off at a nearby Publix to stock up. Lori picked up some suntan lotion across the parking lot at Walgreens. A few minutes later we turned into my driveway and set about unpacking and storing the groceries.

The weather as always was glorious and beautifully warm/hot. I showed Lori her room, a double on the other side of the house from my bed in the master. Then we cooked up some food fairly quickly ate on the patio by the pool, enjoying a bottle of wine and then.....crashed out. We had both had a day of travelling. Me from the UK and Lori from Calgary.

She showered in the bathroom on her side of the house and I did likewise in the en suite bathroom.

The next day started with a healthy breakfast and then we headed to Sanibel Island all morning - enjoyed some lunch and returned home to spend the afternoon by the pool before dinner. Lori lapped up the sun on a sunbed next to the pool, interrupted only by occasional dips to cool off. By mid to late afternoon we had both had enough and headed inside to shower and change.

Naturally, in the location we were in we adjusted the blinds for privacy. Me in my room - she in hers. That is until I heard her bare feet on the hallway tiles...

I guess you could call it a wrap in more ways than one. She was wearing the wrap she used by the pool and just her bikini...bottom. The wrap was diaphanous and pretty transparent. I was still wearing my swimming shorts. I guess we were equal in that way.

Lori said nothing - just looked at me and smiled and allowed her eyes to wander towards the bed. She had great legs which were in full view. Long and slender and toned, leading upwards to shapely hips and curving in beautifully to her waist. Her boobs were not small neither were they over large and her nipples were surrounded by a light aura, so far as I could see through the wrap. For my part it was pretty obvious she had me aroused without our even touching each other She looked  down there and smiled again knowingly. I found that smile irresistible.

She slipped the wrap off and revealed her breasts in all their glory, her nipples standing out but not yet hardened and firm. She kissed me lightly on the lips and I could feel her nipples on my chest. She slipped my swimming trunks off and my  'desire' was fully revealed. She caressed me there, as I pulled the laces undone that were holding her bikini bottoms together.  Her caresses ensured I was more than fully aroused.

She turned, facing the mirror on the pine wood dresser. I could see her pretty much full length and for her part she allowed my erect member between her legs, my stomach pressed against her beautiful buttocks.

She rocked too and fro on me, murmuring sounds of pleasure, becoming wet quite quickly - even more so when I caressed and squeezed her breasts. I cupped them squeezed them, pinched her nipples and caressed her stomach. She bent forward thrusting her ass at me, which allowed some penetration. I teased her there with partial penetration followed by near withdrawal. She was pretty well dilated by now and she turned, kissed me passionately while I caressed her back and squeezed her ass. She raised one leg, partially wrapping it around me and I felt her wetness with my penis. It was obvious that she couldn't wait much longer and ....nor could I!

Lori lay back on the bed, her faced flushed and expression welcoming. She held her legs up and apart and I entered her in a standing position, leaning over her and rapidly caressing her breasts, my palms roughly rubbing her nipples as I did. They hardened...and so did I.

Ready and waiting - nearly dropped the camera!

She was pretty active thrusting toward me as I entered her fully each time. Our passion was well and truly lit and on fire. We upped the tempo both perspiring pretty profusely. I looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open uttering load moans of pleasure.

My experience with lovers has been that generally the women reaches a climax before I do which enables me to pleasure her beyond her orgasm (s) and finally unload myself a little later. Lori proved the exception in more ways than one. It was obvious looking at her, judging her moans and shouts and the tempo of our moments that we were going to get there together.

She surprised me somewhat when she did peak, in two ways. Firstly, as she reached her first orgasm her eyes rolled back in her head, although they quickly resumed their normal position. Secondly, and I have only experience this with two other lovers in the past, she achieved female ejaculation shooting all around my penis. It was pretty wet down there when I too ejaculated fully inside her as she experienced a second and third orgasm. Exhausted we both lie back on the bed for a short time, kissing, cuddling and gently caressing each other.

It was pretty obvious that we both needed the shower. Lori said her legs were wobbly from our lovemaking so I got us a drink while she ran the shower and recovered. The shower would accommodate  us both and I suggested as I have always done (and did earlier) that we take some photos. She already knew that I was a pretty reasonable photographer from earlier that day. She has her own copies of those shown and more, as do I.

The shower was sensual with both of us caressing each other's soaped down bodies.

Hers weren't the only hands to lather her all over

 We didn't make love again there, but shared a bed that night and the rest of the week of Lori's stay. Coincidentally, we spent the following morning exploring Lovers Key. The rest of the week was wonderful for us both. We both lived alone and to enjoy each other's company, shared interests, jokes and bodies was pretty heavenly. A memory that is locked away in my mind like a treasure.

Lori is still living in Canada and we keep in touch, even though the events related above were 10 years ago. All bar one of my lovers (who also knows this shower, but never experienced what you see above) have not only kept in touch but have remained good friends over the years. I am re-married now and entirely faithful to my second wife as I was to my late first wife, but memories are memories and my time with Lori and she with me was a great experience. We don't talk about it when we speak, but there is a fondness there in her voice and in mine that remains.

The house was sold as part of a turnover in my portfolio, but the memories live on.'

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright

Rachel

Now here was a lady that was very different. I will leave it to the narrator to tell this tale in the first person as usual.

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'As I have intimated in previous blogs in this series, I have homes in several places around the world. At the time Rachel came into my life I had an apartment in Manhattan, New York. I have since replaced that with a much larger place nearby.

Around the time we met I had just embarked on my literary career and was at an event in NYC hosted by my then to be publisher. Life, after another woman who let me down badly, was on the up and up. Rachel was another encounter  but one where we didn't move on 'by mutual agreement'.

It was a pretty crowded hotel conference room decked out for quite a high powered event with several very well known authors of the English speaking world and, for want of another term, some of the 'beautiful' people and glitterati. Drink flowed freely interspersed by canapes discreetly served. I long ago learned to nurse my glass at such events keeping it reasonably full to avoid 'top ups', and thus able to keep my wits about me. 

Knowing the so called 'society' present, I am sure some discreet drug taking took place, but naturally there was nothing obvious. It was early evening and I had been suffering a fair amount of insufferable small talk, occasionally relieved by conversations with some of the better authors present. Back then I spent a fair amount of time in New York, mainly because I know the City so well and also because, despite some of the negatives, I love being there. 

After my own reasonably recent experiences in the North of England (more on this in a later blog), I really felt alive there. One of the reasons I left my country of birth and became a US citizen was the lack of negativity. the 'can do' attitude and the fact it is devoid  of the class posturing I experienced in England. I refer not to the higher social classes there, but the so called 'hard done by' lower echelons of society.

So New York was like a breath of fresh air - still is.

A friend and successful author, LC (another expat Brit), had just left my side after a great conversation and a few good laughs. I was about to circulate and began to head towards a guy I recognized when a hand grabbed my upper arm. At first I glanced down at the hand - it was a woman's. I then detected a waft of  that classic perfume Chanel No. 5. From there I turned slightly to my right and was presented with a vision of beauty and loveliness - Rachel, as I later found out. She came alongside and hooked her arm in mine, like an old friend and, in a New England accent, introduced herself. She walked me over to the side of the room. I went quite voluntarily. 

Out of the melee of people, we chatted. She wore what is best described as a cocktail dress that showed her figure off to full effect, whilst retaining a complete air of sophistication. Just a small tantalizing amount of cleavage was displayed. She had very dark brown hair that had been styled expertly. I suspected it was long but the intricacies of the hair styling hid it well, if indeed it was long.

She smiled at me, I thought at something I had said previously, but I realized that my thoughts and indeed eyes had been feasting, not on what she said, but how she looked. She knew where my thoughts had been and she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

I never cease to be amazed as to why and how I attracted such beautiful woman with little or no effort, but here I was again. I have been told that it's my voice, my accent and my manners and manner, but I can't put my finger on what it is. What the hell though...who is complaining!

She held my arm the rest of that evening and introduced me to a lot of people who themselves became good friends and contacts. We didn't retire together that night but shared a cab to my place and then she traveled on to her own apartment.

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Morning came, it was a Sunday in late Spring, and I received a call from Rachel inviting me over for coffee, ostensibly to discuss some areas of publishing. She lived close by on the Upper East Side of Manhattan where I still have a luxury apartment. It was a warm Spring day, so I decided to walk the two blocks to her place.

The concierge buzzed me through when I arrived at her building, wishing me a great day. I was hopeful... I took the elevator to her floor and found her apartment. As I was about to hit the buzzer the door opened.

Rachel, smiling broadly, gave me a full on all-American hug and I followed her into what turned out to be a large and very well appointed apartment. She was wearing  a long tee shirt that reached just below her knees . I guess you could term that Sunday morning relaxing gear. Her legs were something else! In England when I was younger we used to say a long legged girls legs went all the way up to her armpits. That applied to Rachel.

She had one wall of the apartment completely of glass. In front of it were two of those  S shaped lounger chairs all leather and chrome. She was in the kitchen area fixing coffee. For the past 10 years I have been a 'flat white coffee' man long before that drink made it from New Zealand to other parts of the globe. I think I discovered it for myself in New Zealand, about 10 years back.

I was standing surveying the scene outside the window. We were pretty high up of course and the view was great.

Coffee appeared, I could smell the aroma long before Rachel presented it to me. We sat on the loungers...or rather lounged. I'd kicked of my loafers, naturally. Rachel curled her legs under as ladies do, nursing her hot coffee and we enjoyed the moment in silence, staring out at the New York panorama spread before us.

Her hair was tousled but she had run a brush through it, it seemed. I found it and her very attractive in this relaxed setting, after the formality of the previous evening. We enjoyed the silence for a while sipping our coffee and taking in that view. She didn't know my apartment at that stage but we enjoyed similar circumstances and similar views. Her taste in furnishings was not wholly removed from mine but it was different in various ways including the art/pictures she had displayed on the walls

Our conversation revolved around that and various galleries here and in Europe that we had visited. She hadn't been to the Uffizi one of the oldest galleries in the world. We talked of Raphael and others by which time our coffee was finished. I went for a top up but Rachel declined.

As I returned I could see the full height window in front of Rachel, reflected her image perfectly. She had unfolded her legs and drawn them up revealing her thighs from where I stood and quite a bit more in the reflection. I had paused, standing drinking my second cup of coffee - black this time - and she saw where my gaze had fallen...and smiled at me in the reflection. She made no move to cover herself with a degree of modesty..

I put my cup down and she stood up turned took one step toward me flung her arms round my neck and kissed me, quite passionately. I returned the kiss with equal passion, caressing her back through the flimsy tee shirt she was wearing. In that embrace I discovered she was not wearing a bra and I already knew she had no panties...

Things moved fairly rapidly from that point. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed followed swiftly by my trousers and the rest of my clothing. She grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and it came off over her head in one swift movement. We both stood there naked as the day we were both born. We held hands briefly at arms length.

There was and is about 10 years between us, me being the eldest. Apart from that and at that moment there was nothing between us. She looked at me and I smiled. She said I had a great smile and very friendly eyes. I returned the compliment by first looking her over completely, catching my breath at her beauty and telling her so. Her desire was becoming apparent and mine was blatantly obvious. We walked the short distance from the lounge to the main bedroom she stopped just inside the room and I kissed her on the neck.

With one hand I caressed her tummy from behind and with the other cupped her right breast in my hand. I have been told I have large hands but she was quite a full handful. I squeezed her breast as I held it up and forward, catching her nipple between two of my fingers as I did. She was hardening quicker than I can write this sentence. I changed hands and breasts and she thrust her butt toward me. My right hand reaching down to her groin which was wet with readiness.

Slipping my hands to her waist then to her upper thighs she allowed my rock solid member to slide between her legs. A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips and she rocked to and fro gently so that her other lips gradually opened. That was one of the most beautiful backsides I had ever had the pleasure of surveying. She turned, my hand slipping round her waist as she did so.

She laid on the bed, her breasts still showing firmly upwards rather than flattening sideways. They were a pretty pert pair of boobs. Her legs were apart and she was showing all the wetness and lubrication necessary. I knelt between her legs and she guided me into her. I allowed myself to tease her vagina and it's lips, rotating around as I did so. This aroused her even more and it was apparent she wanted me fully inside her. I resisted at first teasing her even more.

Then I thrust into her deeply and fully, then almost withdrawing at an angle that caught her G spot each time I did so. She came and then came again, shuddering as she did so and arching her back accompanied by all the yes's you can imagine. I withdrew and moved her to the edge of the bed so that I could stand. She held her legs as far apart as she could with her hands grasping her thighs.

I re-entered her and changed the tempo of my thrusting to hard and fast, coming down on her pubic bone and clitoris regularly and with an increased tempo. She shouted out again and again in pleasure and I knew she was experiencing multiple orgasms. Her face was reddened with the excitement and her nipples and breasts were in equal shows of engorgement. I lent forward and grabbed both her breasts with my  hands and squeezed them hard, by which time I had reached a peak and gushed into her. That last effort saw her eyes rolled back in her head as she hit the heights a final time accompanied by vocal noises that had me squirting again into her. I laid down, supported by my elbows, on top of Rachel as both our bodies shuddered with pleasure. I was still hard and stayed inside her. She later told me that I was the first man she had met that did that and it made her feel that she was at one with me.

We lay like that for a short while until she wriggled out from under me and I withdrew. I was still quite hard and she could see that. Not many women have had that effect on me, which made Rachel rather special. She stood by the bed and I joined her still having my member rock hard and still ready for action. She turned placed her hands on the bed so she was bent over and opened her legs. This presented her still wet and engorged vagina directly at my penis. I entered her again but this time I thrust in and out of her fully, the underside tip of my penis catching her G spot as it did so and of course where we were both ultra sensitive.

My hands were holding her by the side of her waist just above her gorgeous hips so I was able to pull her onto me as well which encouraged her to come again which she did with some force - I guess I had brought about a female ejaculation as she gushed all over my member. Things were really wet now and she was almost shouting for me to go faster. I obliged as I could feel myself reaching a point of no return. We were both bathed in perspiration and my hands were slipping on her thighs. I let go and grabbed her breasts just as I finally came and felt myself let my load into her. She was gasping and I withdrew.

We fell literally into each others arms and she wrapped her legs around me as we lay on the bed regaining our breath. I have to say, as she did, that neither of us had experienced anything like what we had both enjoyed that New York morning. She said I was quite a sexed up man and although the previous evening she had taken a liking to me she never thought it would climax literally in such a sea of passion. I was born British and she said she would never again joke about us as lovers.

One way and another we were both pretty sticky so she showed me the bathroom where there was an ultra modern greater than double, shower. Wet room style, it had no doors just a central glass panel with entry points either end and two upper and lower shower heads. She invited me to join her. The shower ran hot over our bodies cleansing away the bodily fluids. With plenty of shower gel available the whole shower became an erotic 'pleasure dome. My hands caressed and washed her body from breasts to thighs and from butt to back. She responded at the same time by running her hands all over my body and my genitalia, which despite previous exertions responded to her caresses, as did her breasts which hardened up and became engorged once more.

The shower continued to run. She turned away from me and grabbed the support rail in the showere and presented herself to me once more from behind. I was fully 'cocked and locked' if you will excuse the pun. I entered her gently my hands on her breasts which were slippery with soap suds. Her legs were apart as she stood there pretty much up right. I used one hand to garb her long brunette hair and she arched her back which gave me full entry into her. She moaned and used her body to move my penis in and out of her rapidly. I likewise was thrusting into her and boy what pleasure we both had. I have never heard a woman express her pleasure vocally so much as Rachel did. It didn't take either of us long to both reach yet another climax. Not sure whether the women in my life have realized what a turn on it is to hear a woman moan when making love to her but it sure made me come again when I thought I had nothing left.

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I had no idea of the time nor did I care, but by the time we had toweled each other off it was getting close to lunch. Rachel told me she wasn't too sure about walking as her upper thighs were aching with our lovemaking and this from one of the fittest women I have know...in both senses of the word.  We had more coffee, dressed, Rachel did her hair, and we left for lunch. The elevator was empty all the way down which enabled us to kiss and for Rachel to then fix her lipstick before we reached street level.

The concierge could see Rachel was glowing as we passed him, arm in arm. I was rewarded with a smile and a wink from him. The restaurant she chose was full, but there was nobody else there as far as we were both concerned and we enjoyed each other's company, conversation and silences, which were filled with smiles, looking into each others eyes and holding hands occasionally across the table.

Rachel is Jewish. She is also a very good literary attorney and she remains my literary attorney to this day. So, as things stand, I still see her in New York from time to time.

I had to leave a few days later and flew to Indianapolis to meet an old friend, but I didn't leave Rachel behind in my life....more in a future blog.

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No photos this time - for obvious reasons.



Postscript to a 'friend':

LL you should be able to figure this one out. After all, you were playing around behind my back when I embarked on this trip. You knew of the trip but not of it's purpose...and you thought you had the upper hand! Think again baby! 

  

Mandy

He had seen two  women called Mandy in his life. This is an excerpt of part of his encounters with the first, lady bearing that name, correctly called Amanda. Best told in the first person by the author, so his story is here. All these events, as narrated in this blog, took place some years ago.

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Mandy

'As I have said in my previous blogs I am a wealthy man. Not ostentatious, but nevertheless liking the good things in life. Good wine, good food and....beautiful women.

Part of my wealth is vested in real estate, both in my home country. the USA. and at various locations overseas. At the time Mandy came into my life I was spending some time at my apartment in Docklands, London, UK. I spent 15 years off and on, in the past, living in London and love the place. Some of that love stems from my late teenage years when I frequently spent weekends there with friends.

Meeting Mandy was pure happenstance. I was frequenting my usual coffee place close by my apartment. All the tables were taken apart from a couple of seats at mine. A stunning - to me - lady approached and I looked up from my book. She asked if she could share the table. I acquiesced,naturally.

She sat quietly, just sipping her coffee and glancing around. I looked up from my book and our eyes met. She smiled and so did I. She said I had a friendly smile. I returned the compliment and we started chatting. It soon became apparent that we didn't live too far from each other in London. We also shared something else in common and that was wealth. So, there was nothing to prove there for either us. She had been on her own for a while and had immersed herself in the businesses she still runs to this day. She said she was suffering from the 'all work and no play' syndrome and we laughed. I suggested we might concentrate on the latter - play - and invited her out to dinner.

It was Spring but not warm enough for just a summer dress. Mandy was elegant and chic in a skirt, blouse and tailored jacket. The jacket was in red and quite striking against her skin color which was a beautiful shade of honey. Mandy was of mixed race, part black but mainly white in her features and... that explained her skin color. She was somewhere in her 40's and tall with her heels. It was apparent that she knew how to dress.

Dinner was left to me and I booked a very small intimate and upmarket place I know in Mayfair. The rest of that day passed fairly quickly and with a good degree of anticipation of the evening ahead. Although we both had cars located in our London homes we used a cab that evening. My cab stopped by her place, which was only a short distance from my own apartment, and then we headed west through the evening traffic. It was dark and so was the interior of the cab. We chatted about inconsequential things for a bit (cabbies have ears!) and then I found her hand in mine and then our fingers intertwined. Hers were long and slender and warm and her alluring perfume was wafting in my direction - a perfect start to the evening.

The meal was exquisite and the way the restaurant was laid out we enjoyed the intimacy of our own booth-like area. The soft murmur of other's conversations and the adequately lit tables added to the overall experience. I have had some lovely evenings with beautiful women, but this particular evening was up there with the best.

We went back to our neighborhood and she invited me in for coffee - neither of us were in the mood for sleeping...yet. She had an apartment that reflected her wealth, as mine did back then. (I have since sold it and moved to west London). Luxurious, but not ostentatious. Coffee, fresh ground of course, not pre-ground....and an Amaretto...Disaronno... not the other stuff, appeared.

That done, she joined me on the couch kicking off her shoes and curling her legs beneath her facing me and cupping her coffee in her hands. We talked and finished our coffee. She leaned forward and kissed me. I had wanted to kiss her full lips almost since I met her. Our tongues explored each other....as might have done later, in more depth and spread.

Mandy slipped off the couch and into her bedroom just off the lounge. She reappeared a short time later wearing a short satin dressing gown. I stood up and kissed her tasting the residue of the liqueur on her lips my hands on her waist, then embracing her fully.

Later and on other occasions she allowed me to capture her beauty on my camera, sometimes during the day and on other occasions overnight.

She felt very comfortable in my arms and murmured that I made her feel secure. I had no idea that she felt insecure in any way as she had come across as the epitome of a confident professional woman. She then told me she had been alone for quite a while.

I wasn't in oil back then, apart from a few shareholdings in the majors, but it looked like oil was on the agenda that night as she was carrying a bottle. She asked me if I would like to apply a little 'in certain areas'. We laughed. We both knew what it meant. I shed my shirt and followed her into the bedroom.

The bed must have been  six feet plus square and furnished with satin sheets. Satin gown, satin sheets and I was pretty certain, satin skin. She removed my belt and I removed what remained. she handed me the oil and slid the gown off her shoulders, holding it at the waist. Her breasts were magnificent, proud and very firm, slightly up-tilted and her nipples surrounded by a beautiful shade of dark pink Larger than I had seen before. The nipples and the surrounding area were heading toward conical in shape. She smiled at me as I couldn't take my eyes of them.



Her skin in that area was the same honey color and no sign of a bikini having been worn. I said she was liquid gold and valued highly - she liked that.

I trickled oil in her cleavage....it dribbled down until it was just level with the underside of her breasts. I stopped it with my warm hands and began to spread it evenly on both her breasts, around her nipples, massaging gently as I did. The gown dropped to the floor. revealing her beautiful body in it's entirety.

 She tuned her back to me. As the oil spread and her nipples hardened under the attention of my hands, she spread her legs. She bent forward slightly so that my hands were still in full control of her breasts. She presented me with another lubricated area that was quite wet and open like a flower waiting to be pollinated.

The site of a female behind as beautiful as that presented to me was hard to ignore...and I was very hard and sure as hell wasn't going to ignore it, or the flower beneath. I teased her nipples with my fingers and her flower both of which were engorged. I teased her entrance and her clitoris which brought forth the response I expected. Slight entry followed by slight withdrawal heightened her need further. All the time her breasts were hardening.

The gateway was fully dilated now and the juices flowing liberally. I moved my hands to her hips and she knelt on the bed on the satin sheets. Her backside fully presented to me. I remained standing and then fully penetrated her, which brought a gasp to her lips. Pulling her onto me I held her there and slowly pumped back and forth teasing her clitoris as I did, and then upping the tempo a little further. I must have hit her G-spot fairly early on because she came fully, and full on, with plenty of vocal accompaniment, panting breathlessly, as she did.

I remained in her for a short while, but I could feel my member engorging itself further - locked and cocked, I guess you could say. I withdrew and she turned and lay on her back, legs spread wide. She smiled at my full on erection and beckoned me onto the bed. The satin sheets were wonderful to touch. I knelt between her legs. She was very wet and wide open. I caressed her legs, her thighs and then leaned over her to kiss and suck her nipples at the same time guiding myself into her.

Murmurs of 'mmm' and a gasp came from her. I teased her lips, those below, further and then she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me right into her. She let go and grabbed her own legs so they were spread as far as possible. I began a rapid penetration of her occasionally coming down hard on her clitoris. Her face was flushed and she was becoming more and more vocal..., a screamer in fact.

This heightened my need and urgency. The noise of our actions was equally erotic and she came again, and then again and then again. Her body arching and her stomach contracting as she did. I continued my exertions which pleasured her even more and then I too reached the same point and gushed into her. Satisfaction after a spell of celibacy, of an order that we both agreed was wonderful and fantastic.

The rest of that night was clothed in a lovely deep sleep for both us until we awoke. She fell asleep on my shoulder her hair against my left cheek and her wonderful breasts against my left side - her right leg arranged over my thighs. Heaven.  When we woke, Mandy climbed astride me and....well the rest you can imagine.

We continued to see each other for sometime around our busy lives. I spent time at my then home in Florida and Mandy joined me on a number of occasions and also in Italy where I now own several homes but didn't back then.

We are still in touch. Several years later I married, so our relationship since then has been purely platonic. Mandy is still on her own.

Footnote for LL -  I have always lived by a mantra - hope for the best, but plan for the worst. That is exactly what I did when I met you. Something told me very early on to be careful and cover all the bases and I did. I was right wasn't I. Hence what you read here and in other tales in this series'

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity and prevent full nudity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright