Sara

Another tale, from the author behind the blogs I post on his behalf.

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'Sara, yes Sara without an 'h', is a brunette. I dwelt more on the blonds in my last few blogs, so time for some raven haired and raven-ous beauties. So far I have posted encounters with 14 ladies over the four years I am covering  - 2003 thru 2006.

As I have intimated previously, I traveled a lot in those years. I still do, although I am now a married man. My encounter with Sara took me to Venice, Italy, a place I had visited quite a few times in my life.

We met however in Milan. I had decided on a short trip there and also a slightly longer stay in Venice that year. A year when I was aware that my supposed 'partner' was in fact with someone else. I felt free and that May/June took the trip.

Sara is, or was then, in her early 40's. I was standing admiring the cathedral in Milan, having had a late but light lunch nearby. What I thought was very much a secretary or school mistress type of woman stumbled right in front of me and dropped what later turned out to be a guide book. Before I could help she stooped and picked it up.

All I could see was a woman, albeit shapely from the waist down, with her hair gathered in a bunch on her head, a shapeless top with Oxford written on it, and some kind of sweater tied round her waist and jeans and walking shoes or boots. I guess you get the picture! She had sunglasses and these were on her head. She stood right in front of me casting around, so I stepped forward and asked if she was OK.

She answered in a lovely modulated well spoken accent that she had lost her sunglasses. When I pointed out that they were on her head she laughed, and so did I. She had a vivacious smile which belied her appearance. We chatted inconsequentially after we had stopped laughing. I suggested a coffee and she readily agreed. We wandered off and found a table in a restaurant I had been in earlier. She dumped a largish bag on the floor and slumped in the chair.

The coffee came then and she started chatting - we had introduced ourselves earlier. It turned out that she was an architectural historian who worked at Oxford University in the UK. Not an area I know much about - architectural history, that is -...a little but not much. It seems she was travelling alone, partly holiday and partly extending her studies. I told her I was leaving for Venice in the morning and she responded by saying she was due there too, but in a couple of days...by train. She wanted to stop off at Verona and also visit Sirmione briefly.

We seemed to get on well, despite her 'school ma'am-ish' appearance. She suggested we might meet for dinner in Venice. It was her first visit and she didn't know the city that well. I agreed, in the absence of any company, and suggested we meet by the tower in St Mark's Square when she arrived. She was aware Venice's streets and canals could be confusing.

The next day I arrived in Venice and from Marco Polo airport caught the Alilaguna boat to Fondamente Nuove the area in which my apartment was situated. Having established myself in the apartment. I spent the whole of that day soaking up the sunshine and atmosphere of this greatest of cities. Shopped at the market and ate alone in the apartment At that time I had just started my first book, a thriller, so that kept me busy. Later, I sauntered out to enjoy the Venetian evening having a few drinks at a local bar/restaurant before I retired.

A few words about the apartment, or I should say small villa. It was narrow on the ground floor comprising a dining area and small kitchen and a garden with a table to seat three. Larger upstairs with three bedrooms, a shower etc off one bedroom and a quite large bathroom which was at the rear. The guy I rented it from was called Gondolpho (Godfrey in English), he was in his late sixties and sported a wonderful mustache. Since those days I have bought a place of my own there.

The building was old, needless to say really in a place like Venice. Hence, the strange layout that afforded more accommodation upstairs than down. I used the smallest room to dump my luggage and as somewhere to dress.

The following day came and Sara was due to arrive at the station on the Piazzale Roma on the western edge of the City. Not sure how she did it but she arrived at St Marco Campanile, the tower mentioned earlier, around an hour late and in a fluster.

Seems a combination of sorting out which vaporetto (water bus) to get and being awe struck by the reality of Venice had created the delay..

She had that bag over her shoulder and was dragging a small wheeled case along. I took charge of both and asked if  she had eaten. It was now early afternoon and hot. She said no and neither had she sorted out any accommodation and needed to find a tourist information place to get somewhere for her stay.

The reader may think it is obvious, as I did, but it hadn't occurred to Sara that I offer her one of the rooms at my place, if she was happy with that. She was, and a breathed a sigh of relief. This was one disorganized lady!

Back on the vaporetto we traveled clockwise back via the Piazzale Roma and then onto the stop just past my place on the Fondamente Nuove. Arriving at the villa Sara was fascinated by the alleyways and small bridges over which I lugged her case. At one stage she stopped opened the bag I had been carrying and took out a very decent Nikon camera for some photos...not of me, not of scenes, but of architectural features.

Despite her academic ways, Sara turned out to be a lot more fun than I had anticipated...in more ways than one. But I digress - we grabbed some lunch at the end of my small street, more an alley way than a street, Sara put her stuff in the second bedroom, freshened up and we went together, with cameras, on a tour of parts of the City. I won't bore you with all that we saw but Sara turned out to be a fount of knowledge, naturally, on the various buildings, churches and features of Venice.

We also talked of ourselves, my widowhood and her divorce. That evening we had a great meal out at TrattoriaVesuvio on the Rio Tera Farsetti. I introduced Sara to spritz Aperol as an aperitif and we enjoyed a great Montepulciano D'abruzzo with our meal, rounded off with Limoncello's liqueurs.

Up until now we had no physical contact, apart from a kiss on the cheek but as we left she slipped her arm in mine and said what a wonderful evening she had enjoyed. We decided close to the villa to have another liqueur and, for me, an espresso at a favorite haunt of mine right on the lagoon - Algiubagio. The sound of lapping water beneath us. the restaurant extends out over the lagoon, the liqueurs and the meal seemed to have relaxed Sara greatly.

She said the evening had been perfect. No longer in her travel clothes she wore a simple dress and a cardigan over her shoulders. Not the height of fashion but quite acceptable. A modest neckline belied a fairly full breast beneath and the dress emphasized  a slim waist and great hips.

Eventually we went back to the villa and after a short while said goodnight to each other. She went to her room me to mine. After the usual toileting I slipped into bed, I sleep in the nude, put out the bedside light and prepared for sleep. No noise from Sara's room across the small corridor so I guessed she had succumbed to the wining and dining. For a while the place was silent but after about 10 minutes I heard the door to my room open.

After that and a small stumble Sara lay beside me in bed. She was wearing nothing at all. It was dark, of course, so I could see nothing. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up to me her left arm resting across my chest and some very firm warm breasts against my left side. Surprisingly, we both fell asleep in that position and stirred when the sun was peeking through a crack in the curtains. Sara had her back to me and was curled in a fetal position legs drawn up.

I turned over toward her and spooned against her with my arm over her right side. She swiftly moved it to her breast which aroused me instantly. She felt my arousal against her back and shuffled slightly so that I was between her legs. Then she started rocking too and fro until her 'flower' opened somewhat. She was quite wet. I stroked her thighs and her right breast eventually finding she was ready to accept me, but which time I was very hard and rigid.

In that position we made love and she thrust again me with great vigor. Quite soon I felt her abdominal muscles tense and she climaxed with quite a scream. That kept me aroused - no trouble at all. I rolled her over onto her back and she smiled and said that was so very nice.

I climbed between her legs which she spread to accommodate me. By this time the daylight was streaming into the room and I was looking down onto a beautiful women. Her beauty having been hidden under her frumpish clothes. She took my breath way and I needed no encouragement, although I did receive, some to enter her again. She writhed and bucked under me like a woman who had not made love in quite a while.

In her heightened state it took very little for her to have multiple orgasms and she arched up against me several times. I watched her boobs moving in unison with her body as I thrust into her, teasing her and alternating between deep and slow and then faster and fuller. I felt my member expand and harden more, which must have touched her G-spot one final time as she didn't stop crying out, crying more and screaming. I came finally and filled her convulsing inside her several times, until all I had was deposited.

We lay back exhausted caressing each other and she laying in my arms her head across my chest. Finally, I left her there in what seemed like a state of euphoria and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee for me, and tea for Sara. As I did, I heard the bath running upstairs.

The bath was freestanding, a sort of claw foot deep bath higher one end than the other. I took the drinks up to find Sara in the bathroom. At that point she said if I wanted to photograph her I could on the proviso that I join her in the tub...to wash her back. This was a quite uninhabited Sara - not the woman I had met only two, now three days before in Milan.

Here are some photos from that happy interlude. These are in no particular order, but reflect what turned out to be quite a photo session. I had no idea that the somewhat 'frumpy' lady I met just a few days before would blossom so quickly into this beautiful butterfly

Those curves were certainly well hidden when we met but as can be seen above Heather was quite a curvaceous woman, in the true sense of the word.

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Whilst her breasts weren't large, they were more than adequate as can be seen below. She stood in this bath for some time posing for the camera. Apart from her obvious beauty, I like the way the camera shows the water droplets clinging  to her soft body. All her walking certainly kept her fit!

In the shot immediately below her arms are above her head distorting the shape of her breasts somewhat. The water and air were warm but even so her nipples stood quite proud.

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At the following point she is lowering herself into the bath. The curve of her back and that beautiful butt is highlighted and accented by the sun coming through the window. The  bath foam clinging to her buttocks is quite sexy.

A closer look. The window bars make an X on her back and curve round her right buttock in quite an artistic way

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Now on all fours, she shows me her butt in a teasing way.

 What a gorgeous sight....or is that site

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Looking toward the window, this shot like the others has been cropped to protect her identity, Nevertheless, her flawless skin and perky breasts are quite beautiful to behold. They say there is nothing like an English beauty and she was all of those things. I was a lucky guy to stumble, literally, across Heather.

 A closer view

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From the photo below you will see what a great figure overall she possessed. To think I had enjoyed her pressed against my body all night and again on awakening. The sun and my flash gun provide quite an interesting way of highlighting most of her best features.

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I love the way the light forms a wedge shape across her back, butt and hip in this photo. Taken from a kneeling position

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Perfect curvature is the essence of this shot showing the firmness and perkiness of those beautiful breasts

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Time to get out. We had already shared the bath at this stage. mainly back to back. I washed her back, massaged her shoulders and with all those suds, which couldn't go to waste, caressed her tits. In the photo below she is teasing me by mimicking what I was doing just a few moments earlier. Stroking her thigh at the same time, caused some rapid stirring on my part....

 A closer view of that lovely thigh

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Having almost stepped out of the bath, the light caught Heather in such a way I asked her to stop so I could take this picture. The full shot is one of my favorites in a quite large gallery.

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Perhaps a more defined photo of her lovely breasts. Her nipples having returned to a more erect position in anticipation of what my body was showing at that point.

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A longer and somewhat 'cheeky' shot.

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Now out of the bath and glowing. We weren't overlooked, incidentally. Lower half is equally as beautiful as the upper - see below.

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.....back as well as front....

From hereon in the photography began to take a back seat. There's something of a double pun in that sentence. Heather's hands against the wall were an invitation that included a wink, but not from her eyes....












She stood in this position inviting me to take her, even the reader might see below that, on closer observation,  she was ready. That teasing location in bathroom didn't allow much room to manoeuvre  - movement requiring skill and care. So she came out from behind the bath wrapped her arms and damp body round mine and we kissed passionately and urgently. She turned and placed her hands against the wall opposite that in the above photos and thrust her butt in the direction of my penis.

She was more than ready and I entered her fully and with some force. I held her hips to pull her onto me rapidly while she shouted harder, harder.I was rough with her but she seemed to love it and want more. I grabbed her breasts squeezing them hard and pulling and pinching her nipples. I felt and heard her come. I hadn't finished and my urgency was just as great as hers.

I pulled back her head by her hair which fell out from the way she had gathered it up. Her brunette locks cascading over her shoulder she rotated her pelvis on my penis and I felt her orgasm again, then again as I reached a climax and 'shot my lot' right into her. I stayed inside her as she lifted herself from the wall and I put my left arm across her stomach and fondled her right breast with my other hand.

She turned after I withdrew and she flung her arms around my neck and we kissed lovingly, slowly and for some time. I caressed her back, hips and buttocks as I felt her breasts and nipples against my chest. We were sticky in more ways than one and sa the bath was still fairly hot climbed back in with me sitting behind her. More caressing, more bath suds and we were done.

We dressed, had breakfast close by and I said I would take out to the Lido to sunbathe on the sandy beach there. She had no swimsuit so we called into a store we knew where she tried several and chose a really classy out fit plus a beach wrap. Then we set off....

The rest of that week was one of academic interest in the true sense of the word, walking, talking eating, drinking and lovemaking. The bath was used regularly as was the kitchen once,,,,'





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.

Heather

Another encounter from that author LL. Life for him was such a release post....you.

'Heather was a complete and utter surprise to me (and in my life) and quite young.  Above all she was exuberant, full of life and very mischievous. 

I have been a very lucky guy in my life, in the main. I'm fairly laid back but quite determined in what I set my mind on. The ladies in my life have, by and large, told me that they love my eyes and my smile, confidence and gentlemanly ways...among other things.

I found myself in Puerto Pollensa which is located in the northern end of Majorca - far from the madding crowd (apologies to Thomas Hardy). I had been introduced to this small town by a lady called Carole - her story is yet to come.

It is relatively quiet but boasts some really nice restaurants and a small sandy beach. I was a little fed up with things, living alone in England so decided to take a break that particular summer, post 2003. Only four days but four days that were far from what I had expected.

I had hired a small car in Las Palmas and driven north to the apartment I had booked. It was just one step back from the front. That is there were a few apartments in front of me on the second floor. It boasted a balcony that gave a view of the sea between two buildings.

Only a few yards then to the beach where I spent most of my first day. I like to read and people watch so soaked up the sun and did exactly that. Most of the day a rather attractive young lady had staked her claim on the beach, just a few yards from me. I guessed she must be around 30. Apart from admiring her micro bikini clad figure, I didn't take too much notice.

I guess I must have dozed off, as I woke to the feeling of water dripping onto my chest. I opened my eyes to find the sun blocked from view by the figure of a slim woman. I was Heather. She apologized but explained that she was concerned as my iPod was just sitting close to me and might have been stolen.

She had guessed I was English speaking, from the book I was reading. She dragged her stuff over to where I was sitting and sat cross legged and started chatting...a lot. It became evident that she had booked her week's stay with a girl friend who let her down at the last moment. She told that she had decided to come anyway as she had been looking forward to the break.

As I recall, it was a Wednesday which meant she had a few days holiday left. I asked her what she had been doing all that week. She told me that she had sunbathed a lot which was evident and taken to eating at lunchtime, as she felt uncomfortable eating out alone in the evenings. I did dine out in the evenings, but alone.

Two souls then that found themselves alone, on holiday, and lacking any meaningful company. It therefore seemed only natural to have a meal together that evening. So a joint decision was made. Heather went back to her apartment wrapped more modestly in a beach wrap, to get ready. I walked with her. 

Her place turned out to be just two small blocks away, but further back from the beach. I said I would call for her and, in the meantime, booked the restaurant. It was somewhere I had visited before with that lady called Carole.

It was, naturally, a warm evening calling only for chinos and a short sleeved shirt on my part. I sauntered off to meet Heather, thinking as I went that this woman is only 7 years older than my daughter. I didn't know what to expect fashion-wise, knowing that a lot of younger women were not necessarily the best dressers.

I was pleasantly surprised when I had climbed the stairs to her apartment and she opened the door. Heather stood there in a simple sleeveless dress that showed her figure off beautifully. A vee neck revealed just a little cleavage, and she wore subtle makeup and heels - she was, without the heels, I later discovered, just 5' 5" to my 5' 10".

We left with my preceding her down the stairs to the street. She slipped her arm in mine and we cut through the side streets to the promenade, turned left and headed for my chosen restaurant. It was a relaxing walk  by the sea and we talked as we went. Well, to be honest and unusually for me. Heather talked and I listened mainly. Before we knew it we were there. I had booked a table outside. The restaurant was right on the sea edge and in front of us was a patio of transparent glass tiles that enabled customers to see the sea floor and the fish there.

We enjoyed a great evening and a beautiful meal, accompanied by wine and liqueurs. Eventually, late in the evening we made our way back towards our respective accommodation. Mine was the nearest so I asked Heather if she'd like a nightcap before I walked her back to her place.

She agreed. My apartment was one floor up from the street and Heather preceded me up the stairs. I am sure, in fact I knew from later that night. that there was an extra swing in her hips as she climbed those stairs. I opened the door to our apartment. Switched the side lights on, poured a drink and handed Heather hers. I then opened the patio doors to the balcony which was quite a generous area. I turned to let her step out.

At that point she put her arms round my neck and kissed me. Not on the cheek as earlier in the evening but a full on passionate kiss. She pressed herself against me and I could feel her small breasts through my shirt. I put my hands around her waist and returned her kiss. I am easily aroused when a woman's body is held close to mine in such circumstances and Heather recognized this pressing her groin against mine.

She took my right hand and lowered it onto her bottom. I did the same with my left and pulled her tighter to me. She then started 'grinding' against me in a beautiful motion reminiscent of those swinging hips that I followed up the stairs earlier. 

We broke our kiss and she unbuttoned my shirt. I unzipped her dress.

From there it was only a matter of a couple of minutes before we were both standing in the main bedroom both completely nude. Although her breasts were not that large, as she was young they were very firm with excellent uplift and pointed right down to her pink and very proud nipples. She had great butt and legs and her skin was warm and very smooth. In fact most of her body was very firm and it was obvious she looked after herself. She teased me by breaking away and turning her back on me. I slapped her backside playfully and pulled her against me in a spooning position, holding her breasts in my hands.

She rotated that beautiful butt against me and before we knew it we were joined together. She was very wet which provided superb lubrication for me to enter her. Being that young she was pretty tight in that area and that heightened both our pleasure. I have never known a woman come so fast as she did that first time that night.

I had barely started on more than a half a dozen thrusts before I felt her body tense and she cried out oh!! yes, yes, yes!! accompanied by murmurings of satisfaction. By this time she was fully bent over with her hands on the bed, legs apart and just about still standing. She rolled onto the bed and turned over. I could see those relatively young breasts were engorged and when I lent over her and squeezed then found they were very firm. 

I kissed them and then sucked on each breast and nipple in turn. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed and I lifted them and she then held them so that I could enter her from that standing position. I entered her and started slowly entering her fully then slowly almost withdrawing and in doing so rubbing my penis against her clitoris. She started to moan softly, her eyes closed but a smile on her face. I upped the tempo slightly and felt and saw her tummy muscles tighten. A little faster and she came again. I wasn't there yet but feeling her vagina contracting against me took over and I was thrusting hard and fully against her. Slamming into her pubic bone and at the same time her clitoris.

I felt her convulse again and then again . At which point I emptied all I had into her. We lay on the bed on our sides, still 'joined', wrapped in each other's arms gently moving against each other until my member gave up the ghost.

Needless to say we slept a deep and satisfying sleep....together.

Onto the gallery below - Heather spent most of the rest of her stay with me in my apartment. We had a lot of fun. Spent much of it wandering around the apartment stark naked and  making love... frequently. She was almost insatiable in her sexual appetite. As a result of our joint sexuality she allowed me to take quite a number of photos of which a few appear below. Note her tan is nearly all over...'  

Enjoying the 'wet' room - in more ways than one

Blonde hair and great Ass - Perfect

Erotic Mornings

Want Some More?

You should see my Nipples now!

Great butt

Lower

Lower I said!

That's it - right around here

Slap the right Cheek next

Great body and perfect little breasts

Nipple tease

Nipple tease #2

What follows LL is a small demonstration of filter effects. Incidentally, these photos were all taken in the wet room at the apartment. We both got very 'wet' between 'shoots'. I beat my record of x 4 in 24. You'll remember!

Finally, a lovely shot of Heather's left breast. The full un-cropped shot is a little more revealing.

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 An invitation

What follows was quite 'cheeky':

End of Shoot and.... an 'open' invitation

We spent time in the countryside around Puerto Pollensa and found a lovely rustic restaurant with an outdoor pool which we used several times for lunch and swiumming during Heather's final few days of holiday. She returned to the UK via Gatwick - she lived in Kent and I via Stansted to East Anglia. We still keep in touch some 11 years later.... Both our lives have of course moved on enormously since that happy interlude.

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.

B & B

A few connotations could apply to this title. For example - Bed and Breakfast, Blondes and Brunettes or Boobs and Backsides. In fact all apply.

Over the years from 2003 thru 2006, I had the good fortune to meet a number of beautiful women and make love together. Geographically, they ranged from Europe to here in the US - I traveled a lot, and still do. Despite my now being happily married I have fond memories of each and every one of them....bar one.

We all enjoyed each other's company in a variety of ways, but nothing too kinky. But first of all perhaps a gallery devoted to blondes and brunettes...boobs. I am a very able photographer apart from any other attributes I may have, so sit back and enjoy if you are male.

If you are one particular female...eat your heart out baby, because you did me a great favor. You weren't the one with the best or largest breasts after all... and certainly not the best body. Birthing stretch marks - no way! You were 'stretching' the truth then, which sat quite well with your later lies.

I have loved, truly loved, three women in my life. My late wife, my wife of the last 9 years and the one 'particular' female mentioned above. Two stayed and are staying true to me, but the other was in the end not worth it, due to her infidelities and lies. You can still love someone and hate what they did at the same time. I always find that strange, but it's true.

Enough of you though. I'd rather relate and have my readers view what I enjoyed - in my case, first hand. Another pun there - can't resist them. You were probably quite near the bottom (another pun) of the 'chart' when it comes to those I have enjoyed. You were somewhat clumsy and quite inexperienced for a 49 year old, at that time. Whereas, those that followed you were, by and large, anything but inexperienced. In time I could have taught you, but you were vertically challenged just like you current partner. Horizontally, just a little lazy.

Blondes and Brunettes - Boobs and Butts...or if you like ...Ass!

So here's a selection with notes. They are not all different ladies, but they were all good at one activity and vain and beautiful enough to pose for my camera. Edited of course to preserve their identities. They were also good friends and most remain so.


These short notes are not necessarily in chronological order but nevertheless took place between March 2004 and well into 2006.

Liz

So, to the first lady. She lived close by my apartment in London and, although I have already related a similar tale, she is more than worthy of mention, in that she gave of herself mentally and physically quite freely. The more observant will note the beauty marks under each breast. When my fingers traced around them I felt the softness of her skin and the warmth exuding from those beautiful attributes.

These photos were taken on a single occasion in London, as mentioned, although we met and 'joined up' on a number of occasions. I lived in East Anglia at that time but, having the apartment in London, gave me flexibility away from that home. Being a virtually free agent by dint of my so called partner's infidelity, I felt able to take life as it came. On this occasion Liz came along.

I had met her just to say hello and had drinks together with her and others from the neighborhood on those infrequent occasions when I was in London. Younger than me by some 15 years, she lived in the same block as I  did. One day we were both walking back from Tower Bridge tube station, separately, but of course heading in the same direction. To get to our apartments (mine then - since sold) one has to walk round the Tower of London then cross the road approaching Tower Bridge. As you approach the bridge there is a road that drops down to the waterfront and old docks on the approach to the block.

That day it was raining heavily. I had had the foresight to take an umbrella with my earlier that day having checked the forecast. It was April 2004...so showers were not unexpected, except this was a deluge. I headed off down the road head down and umbrella held at an angle before me. I passed a woman on my left, glanced at her and smiled having recognized her as Liz my near-ish neighbor.

I offered cover under my brolly, which she accepted. The only way to do this was for her to grab my arm and huddle close to me, which was very pleasant. We made it to the block and then into the lift. Liz was completely bedraggled. Her hair clinging to her head and utterly soaked through. Even some of her mascara was running down her face. She looked in the lift mirror behind me and we both burst out laughing.

That was the first time I had met her properly and alone. When we reached her floor, one below mine, I stepped out, out of courtesy to let her exit. Coffee or tea, she said. I replied I could murder a cup of tea, so she let me into her apartment and put the kettle on for tea. Then she said she was going to dry off and change. I slung my camera bag on the floor, and made the tea.

Liz is a blonde, a true one. I can attest to that from personal observation of all her follicles. Slim and around 5' 6" tall, she had always attracted my eye when I saw her. What man can't resist looking at a pretty and attractive lady as she walks by.

Liz reappeared in a white toweling robe, her hair wrapped in a hair turban and her face devoid of make-up. She still looked great to me. I poured her tea and we sat at her breakfast bar opposite each other talking and cupping our tea in both hands, as we drank. As we sipped the hot tea she looked straight into my eyes and smiled - I did  the same. By now she was leaning forward a little and was completely aware that she was showing two thirds of her breasts to me.

It was mid evening and getting dusk by now. We were both single for various reasons and knowing my supposed partner was playing away I felt free to enjoy the evening and what appeared to be on offer. No strings attached came into the conversation after Liz's second glass of red wine. By this time I was sitting there in my shirtsleeves and she lent across and unbuttoned a few allowing her gown to drop open even further.

Time to rise - and I was! But I am talking of the breakfast bar. We both stood and came round the end of the bar. Liz put her arms round my neck and we kissed. She has quite full lips and we enjoyed just kissing each others lips before going a little further and exploring mouths.

She removed my shirt and unbuckled my belt while still kissing me gently, and me her. I knew she had nothing on under that gown. My hands rested on her waist and she looked up at me, soundlessly, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a very becoming smile on her lips. She reached up and pulled the turban from her hair, allowing her near blond tresses to fall over her shoulders. Even that small gesture took my breath away, and she knew it.

She shrugged the gown from her shoulders and it fell to her waist where it was still, just, held in place by the belt. Her hair now virtually dry, fell over the most gorgeous chest I had seen in a while. She flicked it back over her shoulders and just smiled at me after my eyes had returned to her face.

Here, I will digress a little. Areola, that pigmentation around all of our nipples, is of course more pronounced in a post pubescent woman. In Caucasian women, there is quite a variation from dark brown to the softest pink. More will be revealed later in this blog.

As can be seen Liz was a soft pink/soft brown in that area. The area I had been staring at...which is why she smiled. In fairly short order she had undone my belt and zip and before I knew it was naked. Her gown was resting on her hips and only loosely tied. I slid it off to the ground as we joked about being equal. My hands rested on her hips and then I placed them on her buttocks pulling her toward me and kissing. I was pretty proud certainly higher than at a right angle and fully engorged. She parted her legs slightly to accommodate our closeness.

We were then in touch in a quite intimate way and the flower was certainly on it's way to blossoming fully. I glanced over Liz's right shoulder into the main bedroom, briefly, where I could see a  mauve black and turquoise patterned bed cover. Guess we were going to end up there.

I caressed her back and her buttocks, moving my hands to her thighs, then her waist. She was warm to the touch and I could feel a small beauty spot just above her left buttock. Her skin was smooth and almost silky. Eventually,  my hands moved up around her torso - she still had her arms around my neck but was now moving slowly back and forth on my member with increasing lubrication evident from both of us.

Her hands had now dropped to my buttocks which she was squeezing and pulling toward her> i could feel her  nails digging into me. More of those nails ...later.

She was shaved completely of pubic hair so there was no encumbrance on the way to her 'pleasure area'.  There was an urgency to our situation now from both of us. She left my embrace turned and 'spooned against  me again with her legs slightly apart to accommodate me. I had nowhere to put my hands - he said - so I had to caress her breasts and lift them and tease her nipples which were small but quite erect - see photo above. We never made it to that bedroom until afterwards.

Liz turned and fell back onto her leather couch in the living area. By this time neither of us could wait any longer. She pulled her legs up and apart and I entered her fully from the start given the response I received it was certain that she wanted a hard and fast session of lovemaking. I pounded her and her pubic area, exciting her clitoris to such an extent that she was crying out from the start. Her  excitement made me even harder than when we started which pleasured her even more. Her breasts were moving in time with our bodies which heightened my desire further.

She pulled her legs even further apart as she reached a climax. As I watched her, at that moment, her eyes rolled up in ecstasy. Something I have only seen a few times with the women I have enjoyed. I enjoyed Liz greatly and she enjoyed me being inside her.

To such an extent that within a half hour we were making love again within the hour, this time in the bedroom.

On several subsequent visits over a few months she allowed me to take many photos. For her, and for me. I particularly like the following one in it's unedited form. The copy below is edited. It took me until we reached the bedroom to discover those two beauty spots on her breasts.

Helen

Helen was a lovely lady in her very late 30's. If we jump a year forward from when I met Liz then you find me visiting Indianapolis and that is where Helen and I met.

As I said previously I was virtually single in 2004 due to my then partner's infidelity which she thought she had hidden. After that year passed and I discovered another man had entered her life, following the previous one, I had no qualms about setting out to enjoy life.

Eventually after I left her in late 2005 she said I wouldn't have a problem as there were 'plenty of women out there that wanted to get laid'. That was not my approach to life. I enjoyed the company of women in preference to men socially although my business activities put me very much in a man's world.

I guess that was how Helen and I ended up together. An old friend lived in Indianapolis and on a whim I flew up there from Florida, where I had a home, courtesy of Delta. I hadn't been there before. He lived near the airport so on landing I got a cab and headed over to his place. On arriving there was no answer from the house.

I hadn't seen my friend in what must have been 15 years by then, although we were in fairly regular communication. Disappointed there was no one in (he lived alone), I headed back down his driveway to call a cab. A neighbor appeared and asked if I was looking for my friend. When I confirmed I was he told me he had some sad news. My friend had passed away 2 weeks previously and the funeral had taken place a week before my arrival.

This may seem like a random visit and that I should have checked things out but Indy was a stop off point on my way elsewhere.

With that sad news weighing on me I got the cabbie to take me back to the airport where I picked up a Seebring from Avis and headed into town and a hotel. I decided to stay at the Conrad on Washington Street.

It was there that I met Helen. I had walked into the bar for a drink and something to eat, having only had breakfast in Florida that morning. By now it was late lunchtime on a Friday afternoon. I sat up at the bar and ordered a beer and sandwich. I was pretty much the only one there until a rather petite lady came up to the bar somewhat rushed and flushed.

Funny how people gravitate. Some sort of instinct to want to be part of a group. The bar was large but this lady took a place only two stools from me. I was still enjoying my beer - Milwaukee Ice beer in fact - sandwich had yet to arrive, and I was chatting to the bartender. Helen, an American - I discovered her name later - started the conversation by inquiring... was I English? I replied, not strictly...I'm British by birth. My father was Scots, my mother English.

It transpired that Helen was an attorney who had been working on a criminal case at the Superior Court in the City Building at the other end of Washington Street. She had ordered a Jack Daniels, then a second. Tough day I guess, but she had finished up for the day.

We retired to a table and ate our respective lunches and the conversation turned to me and what I did for a living. We found we had common interests, Helen was also in business as well as being an attorney. I told her I was single, widowed in fact, and related the bare bones of my last affair with an English woman who betrayed me.

Eventually we finished our lunch. Helen said the case had been a pretty awful affair and she needed to de-stress. She said she could 'murder' a long hot bath but would have to wait until she had gotten home to her place near Muncie. We had been getting on pretty well and she asked if I would like to see her home town, at least the one she lived in now.

She was pretty, I mean really pretty, and we had clicked in a positive way, so I said yes. I told Helen I needed to make a few calls to re-book my onward flight and extend my stay here at the hotel. She suggested I check out and stay over at her place, which apparently had plenty of room. So that's what I did. We left the hotel and I followed her car.

We headed east along Washington then took the ramp north on I-465 eventually exiting onto I-69 signed to Muncie and Fort Wayne. All in all it took about an hour to arrive at Helen's place. When we arrived I took my case and her stuff into the house and dumped it in the hallway along with my camera gear.

She put some coffee on, good stuff judging by the aroma - I can drink gallons of the stuff. She invited me to take a look around, which I did. She lived in a large place, a house on two floors. It was beautifully furnished and pretty tidy. The backyard looked out onto the flat Indiana landscape which, from where I was standing, looked endless. There were plenty of law books in her den room but also fiction and I suppose unsurprisingly detective thrillers.

We drank coffee in the kitchen and chatted. Helen was in a business suit - dark skirt, white shirt and she had taken off a matching jacket. She was quite well endowed and her breasts were straining at the white shirt which was tucked tight into the top of her skirt. I knew she was fully aware of this as she leaned across the table to top up my coffee. Helen was blonde, another blonde and wore a nice shade of pink lipstick. She stood with coffee mug in hand and said I guess I had better show you where you are staying. I grabbed my bags from the hallway and followed her upstairs.

That was a very shapely petite figure I was following.

Helen showed me a bedroom where I dumped my case. Her room, the master bedroom, was accessed through double doors, which were open. She said to come on in, so I did. The bed had a comforter over it but I noticed the pillows were what I guessed was silk. Quite luxurious, so I mentioned it. She said she could afford it and had I ever slept on silk sheets. Just once before, I said.

She then slipped her skirt and shirt off and asked if I would massage her shoulders to de-stress, she said. She removed the comforter undid the clasp holding her hair up and lay on the bed face down. I said was she sure she wanted me a virtual stranger to carry on.

She said mmm, I do. You seem like a nice guy and a gent. So I sat sideways on on the edge of the bed and gently massaged her shoulders and neck, moving her long hair out of the way as necessary.  It was pretty obvious her bra straps were in the way so she pushed herself up and took her bra off.

I gradually worked down her back massaging her shoulder muscles her back and then the small of her back...just before the buttocks. Up until now nothing sexual had taken place but my body, lower down, was responding to the feel of her skin. She reached down her sides and pushed her panties back over her buttocks and asked me to finish their removal. I stood and she turned her head on the pillow toward me. She smiled and said I guess you are pleased to see me. I thought she was talking to me but she was looking at the bulge in my pants!

I guess lawyers are no different to anyone else, after all. My massaging continued to her buttocks which were a delight to encompass with my hands. Then down the outside of her thighs and calves, slowly working my way back up on her inner leg and thighs until I was massaging her crotch which was stickily wet. She parted her legs and allowed me to massage the whole area from the outside of her 'lips' to their inner wetness. I asked her if she was now relaxed...

She responded by saying she would be when I joined her in discarding my clothes and doing the same for her front. Within a few minutes I was free of my clothes and my arousal was pretty obvious...so she grabbed it and began massaging it to a point where I was weeping. Whilst this was taking place I had somehow acquired some oil that I used on her breasts to massage tease and squueze. By now I was kneeling between her legs. She pulled me toward her and we kissed. All the time I was cupping her left breast and massaging and squeezing. Her nipples had long since hardened.

She had my penis in her hand and was using it on her clitoris rotating in rapidly in that area until suddenly with quite a cry she had an orgasm. By this time she was really wet and ready for me to enter her. I said she was petite but she accommodated my pretty thick member against her tight but flexible pussy. Almost immediately she was thrusting up against from the bed. I responded equally forcefully and this continue to our mutual pleasure for quite a period. Me trying to hold back my climax, she wishing it on. There was mutual noise too her cries, murmurings, mmmm's and gasps, my grunts of effort and pleasure.

The noise a woman makes during sex turns me on and I have been told, the noise a man makes turns a woman on. Either way we were really going at it for a fair period and she and I were perspiring, making my grip on her boobs even more slippery.

Those sheets were friction-less so we slid about on the bed a bit until found myself near the edge. I managed to stand while still inside her and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders. This tightened  her pussy a bit more and now having a better thrust the experience became immeasurably better for both of us. She came shortly afterwards with quite a cry. That was enough for me to make some final and wonderful rapid thrusts before I filled her completely. 

We lay back exhausted on those sheets. I remember them to this day and that early summer's day there.

Helen's bath accommodated two - the faucet was in middle - and we sat relaxing and facing each other our legs slightly raised and intertwined. She was glowing from our sex and looked wonderful as did her breasts. and I told her so. She squiggled round in the bath so for a moment I was facing her butt then she sat between my legs as I washed her back...then her front..which was a real pleasure.

Later that evening we headed out for a meal. Helen drove and took me through a patch work of fields all several miles square and completely flat. The sunset that day was great and totally unrestricted by trees or hills. It seemed the fields in that area north west of Muncie were all laid out in that fashion. I asked what grew in them and the answer was soybeans. 

The restaurant was real fine dining and the meal great. It was Friday and busy. A couple of people said hello, much to our amusement bearing in mind our antics a few hours before. It was great evening, one of many in my life that I will always remember.

We slept together that night on those wonderful silk sheets..quite erotic, really. I woke the next morning to find Helen's head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. I gently slid out of bed and downstairs to make coffee. I eventually found all I needed and returned with two mugs to the bedroom where I found Helen sitting up and yawning a little sleepily. I handed her the coffee and she let the sheet drop from her breasts. I had to catch my breath slightly as I climbed in beside her.

Coffee part finished, she turned and put her arms round my neck her warm boobs against my chest. I didn't need any encouragement below as she sat astride me and lowered herself onto me. Then she rode me vigorously too and fro. She was quite athletic and fit and she soon reached a climax as I gripped her buttocks hard pulling her onto me as she came. I reached as she continued to convulse and squeezed her tits hard. 

I rolled her off me and took up a position that gave me deep entry into her thrusting hard and fast she came again her legs now wrapped around my waist. She used that hold to heighten her climax then her legs returned to the bed.

I was only just behind her, in a manner of speaking, and shot my lot almost immediately afterwards. We never finished the coffee but showered, shaved and generally got ready. Helen suggested we head for the local Ihop for breakfast. Saturday morning was popular and several folk Helen knew were coming and going. I was introduced as a friend from England.

I had pancakes and followed by coffee - Helen, just the pancakes and coffee. The rest of that weekend we were out and about seeing the sights, in bed making love, in the kitchen making love and lazing in the countryside by a local river. Helen's place was in an area where the property was spread out and her back yard was completely private.

At some point she discovered all the camera equipment I was carrying and suggested I photograph her. I did and what follows below is just a few of those shots.

Incidentally, after that first weekend she was completely stress free and so was I!!

We were both busy. I had business in the UK and in Florida and she had a full caseload. We decided that we wanted to see each other again and so I invited her down to my home in Fort Myers and also over to my then place in the UK. We had several great visits and I went back to Indiana a few times. With my ties in the UK then, it wasn't going to work long term so eventually we parted. We are still in touch to this day

Coy

Less Coy

Beautiful Lips

Beautiful Butt

Beautiful Boobs

Beautiful Body

Great Pose

Great Breasts

Feeling Free

Great Nipples

 Standing Proud

 Taking the Back Entrance

Beautiful Butt

Note to LL - Take a look in your own mirror and compare - no comparison is there - I should know! As you said plenty of women out there.... and of course in far finer form. Some large in the mammary area, some smaller, but all a great improvement....

I will return to the B & B theme in future blogs

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.'

Louise

Louise (A Chance Encounter)

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Louise, a blonde who needed some loving back in November 2005. We almost fell into each other's arms, in a manner of speaking. I had been visiting a friend in Suffolk, UK and stopped at a pub restaurant in a lovely small town for lunch. Back then I often lunched alone, but being fairly outgoing often found someone to talk to.

That day it was sunny - cool being late Fall in England - but sunny. I knew the pub and was assured of a great lunch. The pub itself dated from the 1600's, so the atmosphere was/is charming and enhanced on that occasion by a log fire - the real thing of course.

I had entered through one of several doors that gave access to the bar and restaurant and was making my way through a short corridor when I literally bumped into an attractive blonde lady in her 40's. She spilled some of her white wine as a result, and so I insisted on replenishing it. She at first refused, but then agreed. I told her I would bring it over and she told me she was lunching alone and invited me to join her unless I was meeting someone.

I said her I was on my way back from a visit and then we got to chatting. Firstly, inconsequential small talk and then she started to tell me about herself without any prompting on my part. Transpired that she had just finished a long assignment as a PA to some guy in a large international company involving extensive travel. Now she just wanted to spend some time in the UK. She told me she had never married, although she had a number of 'boyfriends' in the past. None recently. I'm often surprised at how easily people unload themselves to me and indeed feel able to do so in the first place...but I'm a good listener, a very good listener...

At that time, I had just put a relationship to bed, so to speak. One, and in fact the only one in my life, that I was pretty glad to leave behind. The lady (?) couldn't be trusted.

We enjoyed a great lunch and our eating and talking lingered on well into the afternoon. At that time of the year it gets dark around 4 pm, so reluctantly on both our parts we decided we should leave. I picked up the tab as any decent guy should do.

We found ourselves in the parking lot and I sensed Louise didn't just want to say 'good bye and thanks'. She knew I lived alone, as did she. It started to rain  which is when she said would I like to come back to her place for 'coffee'. She was slim, shapely, looked great and was lovely to be with. So said OK, I'd come back to her place for coffee...

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I guess she had programmed her furnace to come on before she returned home as the place was quite warm when we entered. She lived in a spacious first floor apartment comprising of all the usual places plus a large bathroom and tub and a good sized master.

We dispensed with our coats and, in her case, her scarf and boots. Then she turned round grasped my face with both hands and kissed me. The only light in the apartment came from some small lights that provided a little ambiance to the room. I guess we had both been a little celibate of late.

I was certainly attracted to her and she said I had smiling eyes, which she trusted and  I had a nice smile too. That first kiss was closed lipped, but the second one saw her using her tongue on my lips and mouth and biting down gently on my lower lip. I reciprocated and things began to heat up rapidly from there. I unzipped her dress and she shrugged it off her shoulders, making a swishing sound as it fell to the floor. She was then in just bra and panties, and the panties didn't leave a great deal to the imagination.

She unbuckled my belt, undid my shirt buttons and fairly swiftly we were both about equal, standing there in our underclothes. We were smiling, laughing and getting a little breathless. I pointed out that whereas I just had only my underpants, she still had her bra on. She turned her back to me and said mischievously, 'Help yourself'. Not many guys could resist an invitation like that and I wasn't in the minority!

Louise was slim without being skinny - she obviously looked after herself - had long slim legs and her curves were all there as far as I could see. Standing behind her I undid her bra and she slipped it off. I stood for a moment looking at her legs, her ass and then her back. By now I was fighting against my underpants...if you know what I mean. The temptation to remove her panties was high in my mind. I placed my hands on her hips and could feel the lace side panels.

I moved my hands, caressing her from there to her waist and then her ribs.  Naturally (a good word) her breasts were visible from the side as she was well endowed. My fingers reached the sides of her breasts and I used my finger tips to caress each side. Then I teased her nipples flicking them gently. They firmed up quite rapidly under my touch and caresses. This was appreciated with pleasurable murmurs.

I felt her hands hook into the elasticated waistband of my pants and then felt a pulling motion as she sought to get them off me but eventually she managed from behind her own back . I was pretty hard by now and my guy snapped to attention as soon as he was 'released'.

I cupped and held her left breast squeezing gently and used my right to remove her panties. Her boobs were firm and really didn't need my support but the pleasure was all mine...and hers. Free of our clothes we 'spooned' in a standing position. With nowhere else to go my erect member went straight between her legs which she widened to accommodate me. My right hand was across her stomach and my left caressing and squeezing that left breast.

It was obvious we were both somewhat wet down below - she more than me. So, some gentle rocking increased the lubrication and dilation (hers) and engorgement (mine). Her hands covered my right hand which lay on her stomach, and I kissed the nape of her neck which brought on a little shudder. She leaned forward putting her hands against the wall. I used both my hands on her breasts as she arched her back toward me and started sliding back and forth with her pelvis. She said it was soooo sexy. We were now virtually coupled but also teasing each other. She by gyrating her ass and me using my 'tip' to favor her clit and 'lips'.

Eventually, she turned, put her arms around my neck and said she wanted to make love in the bedroom.

My hands gripped her beautiful ass and I lifted her up, which meant her legs went around my waist. Even as I carried her to the bedroom we were close to full penetration - an interesting sensation given I was walking and carrying her as she kissed me ...with increasing passion. . I lowered her onto the bed and she lay there legs apart and hanging over the side of the bed. I leaned over her between her legs and kissed her lips. She pushed my shoulders down gently and said ....lower.

I knew what she wanted, but I lingered on the way teasing each of her nipples with my tongue. They were hard as her breasts were firm. I gently bit each nipple and then onward...or downward to her tummy. Pheromones are exuded by us all when we are aroused in anticipation of sex and I could smell and taste that musky aroma of a woman who is in full arousal.

I was now kneeling on the floor between her legs and my tongue found her clitoris. She gasped as I touched her there... and then I started to work on it, flicking, playing, licking. All the time she was dilating further and further and I was losing myself down there. Soon here tummy contracted and she started to moan, louder and louder. She was just about 'there'. I ceased my ministrations and stood...proudly....at least part of me did. From my standing position I lifted her legs and held them then entered her fully - she gasped and gripped the bed clothes hard. She had her first orgasm within seconds screaming out in ecstasy.

I on the other hand had only just started. I entered her again and again first quite rapidly then gyrating slowly to give the utmost pleasure and to ensure all parts of her were excited. Slowly, almost withdrawing, in an action that also caught her clitoris, I had her crying for more. She had been gripping the bedclothes hard up until now, but she switched her grip to her own legs spreading herself wider still and freeing my hands. I squeezed both her breasts hard and she came again. I think she was ready to finish right there, but I was still fully hard and unfulfilled.

Her cheeks were red and her skin blotched with the excitement of our lovemaking. Her skin had also taken on a sheen from perspiration, and the the noise of our coupling was quite liquid. All in all I found the combination, plus looking at her beauty, irresistible. I quickened my thrusting which engorged my member even more, touching all parts of her inside and finding her G spot. She convulsed again and moaned and cried out. At that point I could hold back no more. I exploded inside her and collapsed onto her gorgeous breasts and body. She clasped me tight, caressing my back as we both sought to regain our breath. Finally we ended up side by side, completely naked but fully satisfied. We cuddled and I caressed her....all over.

We were two people who met by chance, who had not had sex in a while for various reasons and who just clicked, together. We woke later that evening and shared a bath which was a pleasurable experience involving the use of lots of soap and exploring each other's bodies. One final coupling involved a fair bit of splashing but she rode me like a real 'cowgirl'.

It was late by then so she offered me a bed...hers...with her in it. I think, at the time, that was the best night's sleep both of us had enjoyed in a long time.

And for 'breakfast' a gentle round of lovemaking that was slow easy and languorous.

We agreed we were never going to be a permanent couple, but we met regularly into 2006 keeping each other warm in the winter months.

After that first night she allowed me to take some photos - shown below - which have been edited to ensure her anonymity.

  Gorgeous pair

 Beautiful Ass

 Love Long Legs

 We had a few 'romps' here

Perfect Louise

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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.