Technique and Technique

For LL

More from that author that I pass on....

Technique is best described as a skilled way of doing something.

Bearing that in mind, I thought I would attach a series of photos from a set I completed for a lady in London. The first set are, of course, studio shots. I often think of her as my 'Lady in Red' for obvious reasons.

This was in the London studio and she had come to me on the recommendation of a friend. I remember her well (who wouldn't) as at the time I received the call to introduce her, I was planning a trip, a long one, to Italy as a somewhat mature student of Italian.

Following the intro, I called and asked when she would like to call in and discuss what she wanted, photographically. That day, she had said to me - lunchtime. I made my way to the studio and we met there. I showed her the facility and some backdrops etc and suggested we go to a nearby place near Covent Garden to discuss what she wanted. She agreed.

Over lunch I went through my normal preamble of the sort of thing I could do. Portrait shots, fashion, lingerie, family and outdoor shoots. On the latter she said she didn't want any outdoors, not in London. I can't say who she is, that would be breaking my strict rule on confidentiality, but that was the reason for no outdoor photos.

She was single, without a partner and without children, so no family shots were required. She thought some lingerie shots might be great, but wanted to focus on fashion shots, showing off her wardrobe and accessories. That was fine by me. I had done many such sessions.

Although she isn't British by birth or nationality, we seemed to get along just fine. We arranged to set things up a few days ahead and I suggested she send over what she wanted to wear by cab, before the session. Her wardrobe duly arrived and a few days later I had set up the studio for the shoot. The results are below and demonstrate how far my techniques have come in the intervening twelve years.

The session was, I reckoned, going to take most of the day. Throughout the morning - she, Alex, arrived at 10.00 a.m. or thereabouts - she changed through a series of dresses etc and I was kept busy taking shots with three different cameras, each fitted with different lenses. Then we stopped for lunch. She had changed back into the jeans she had arrived in and we went out  and caught a light lunch.

When we came back various lingerie shots were the order of the day. Whether it was the Chardonnay we had at lunchtime or just the fact that we had spent a good part of the day together, but she was much more relaxed and easy to pose in the afternoon. having finished the lingerie set about mid afternoon. Then we sat together and reviewed everything on the computer. She had slipped on a gown over her undies while we did. I remember the wafts of her perfume and her long hair splayed across her shoulder. Her right leg against mine. Nice moment,

 Alex said she had one final dress she wanted to be photographed in. She went off and changed and reappeared in the outfit below...if you can say 'in that outfit'! I remember her saying something along the lines of 'well I'm here so I may as well go the whole hog'.

She is a very attractive woman to this day...in her clothes, but then she started to slip the clingy red gown of her shoulder revealing first one, then both her boobs. Her skin tone was perfect and flawless (so were her boobs!).

She struck several poses, partly at my direction and then with all the confidence in the world pulled the gown up to reveal her long legs (see below).

Around this point she was definitely coming on to me with flirty remarks, and teasing shots like the one below. It wouldn't have surprised me at this point if she had nothing on under that gown, but she had skimpy black panties, just, as you can see below.

The teasing continued and accelerated, as she pulled them up tight against her pussy Then Alex turned and displayed her tight little ass to me and the camera. She parted her lips and gave me 'that look'. The look of a woman who wants to be taken.

 

Then she leaned right into the camera her boobs dangling temptingly in front of me as she slid her panties down those long legs. It was as much as I could do to concentrate. She did ask at this point was I getting everything. Naturally, I said I was, for sure!




She finished the pantie removal on the  floor, affording a brief glimpse of her pussy. The  stood for a number of full frontal, totally nude, shots.

Alex kept telling me that she was feeling very horny and needed for that to be satiated, as she displayed her pussy to me, fully, from the rear and the front....

Finally she struck a pose which I was to become quite familiar with. That of lying back with her legs fully spread.

This is where the second part of the 'Technique' title comes in......

There was a couch in the studio...makes me laugh when I think of the Hollywood cliche of the 'Director's couch'. It had been used in the past on a number of occasions and all the clients were, you might say, quite satisfied.

We made love, had sex, whatever you want to call it but I remember it was very, very good for both of us. She was about the fifth or sixth woman, I think, to use the exact words you did LL - where did you learn to make love like THAT!' Others have said something similar...and I'm not being immodest, in repeating what I was told. That is where the second use of the word 'technique' comes....in. Please excuse the intended pun.

Alex turned out to be a very hot lady, and she told me afterward that she  never expected that from a guy my age (then). I'm still firing on all cylinders by the way LL. She told me that the way I used foreplay was a master class in how to seduce a woman. Although I think she seduced me to be honest...a willing lamb to the slaughter, so to speak. The way I followed it up by making her come, by just using my tongue in three places and then pleasuring every part of her inside and out was the skilled use of technique I was talking about. That and knowledge of how to make a woman float on a cloud of sexual pleasure. No wham, bam thank you ma'am. That is not the way, nor is a boring repetitive approach.

She reached a climax twice more through the 'application of technique'. I like to vary things and make lovemaking more interesting and more 'unexpected' each time, which leads me to the next occasion we were together........

....and it happened far from the London studio. You can probably guess where LL, somewhere extremely close to a place you once stayed in East Anglia. The countryside there is largely arable and is known as Britain's bread basket because of the large acreage of grain grown.

So a field of grain was entirely appropriate, I thought. We came to know each other quite well...in both senses of the word. She was acquainted with my parts and me with hers and like old acquaintances we got together a few times, mainly in London. Theatres, plays and shows, the occasional dinner date and the odd concert - we did them all. I may have been living on my own in that apartment in London, but I was never without female company when I felt the need...or they did.

You once warned me about STD's - you must have thought I was stupid or something. Like most of your advice I was way ahead of you. It was you that was/is naive, not me. Needless to say, nothing of that nature came anywhere near me. Were you trying to warn me off other women at that time and hedging your bets? Perhaps, but your judgment was/is rubbish so I had no thought that you would come creeping back. You had made your foolish decision and now you are living with all the mundane aspects of it, instead of the exciting life you might have enjoyed.

Enough of that, back to my sojourn with Alex in East Anglia. I had invited her to stay in my country place there. Not too far away, and screened by a thick copse and the drop of the hillside from prying eyes, we walked out of the house to this grain field. Camera in hand as Alex wanted outdoor shots. We had already taken some against the backdrop of my garden, fully clothed.

Wearing a summer dress (her not me!), Alex and I walked through the hay field next to the house round the copse to the field of grain. It was very private - in the middle of nowhere so to speak. She asked me to unzip her dress and we put the cushion pad we had brought with us on the ground. We were on the edge of the field hard up against the copse. Her dress slid quickly to the ground - she was wearing nothing underneath, so we got down to the photographs she wanted. A few, very few, of which appear below.

 

I guess feeling a little 'exposed she then went down on her knees, as did I with the camera, and I took these shots that follow below. The yellow flowers you can see is just a bit of wind blown oil seed rape that had germinated there. Looking back at these photos again now. I have to say that Alex had the most perfect boobs and figure and I am smiling to myself as I recall our 'adventures' in and out of bed....which is more than can be said for ours LL!

I guess we had been out there for about 20-25 minutes in the warmth of the sun that morning.  I knew that Alex wanted to be taken outside in the country. It was one of here little fantasies. Living in London as she did, that opportunity hardly arose.

I took several more as she displayed herself even further. An open invitation you might say and not one I was going to pass up.

 

Finally, neither of us could hold off any longer. I was wearing shorts, nothing else and I slipped out of those quickly as she lay back and opened her legs in preparation for my attentions. One arm lay across her tummy the other by her mouth. She had her eyes closed and I started a little foreplay, although she hardly needed any warming up judging by the moistness I could see between her legs. 

Anticipation is everything, they say and so I took a stalk of grain and used it lightly across her body teasing her and stimulating her nipples. Her breast were a lovely size - even my large-ish hands couldn't totally encompass them. they warm, soft but hardening by the minute she took my fella in hand and used that 'stalk' to stimulate her clit at such a rate she made herself come within a couple of minutes.

I looked down as her tummy contracted and she squeezed her buttocks together arching her back at the same time. She was totally dilated by now. Warm and very wet where it mattered and I entered her with ease....and the rest LL, I will leave to your imagination.

She reciprocated my hospitality and I took this final shot at her home in London

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©

Ciao bella

Ne,to No via Ca

For LL

I took you right across the southern States in my previous blogs and described who I met along the way. I thought I might do the same with some more random places.

Starting quite close to home in New England.

Close to home is relatively speaking in my now home country LL. The distances are far greater than in 'little ole England'. For instance, if I were to drive down to New York from our home in Nantucket  it would take me 5 + hours via Boston on the Interstate highways. We would drive from Hyannis which is on the mainland - ignoring  the distance from the island which includes a boat trip. One reason we have our own jet. It's far easier to get around. no security, no check in, just passports and customs/immigration and we can land on the island

The blog title is explained at the end - enjoy the read.

New England

Many moons ago when I was exploring New England, all over again - I had done so with my late wife, I guess about 22 years ago now - I viewed a variety of places, but ended up buying a small place, by US standards near Concord, New Hampshire. It was an investment and a base for my exploratory trips. Sold it back in 2008.

Anyway the house backed onto a lake. There are lots there and it was separated from other homes by woodland about half a mile either way. It was peaceful and also fairly private. I never did like living in that community in Fort Myers in WLC, little lady. I prefer the country to retreat to.

I spent some time there over the years between 2005 (summer), when I bought it, and 2008 when it was sold. It was a great location , photographically. The lake was always changing and the woodland had its wildlife.

I was sitting on the back deck one day, sipping coffee and enjoying the sun, when the door bell went. I was thinking it was probably the mail man with a signed for delivery I was expecting. I hauled myself through the house opened the screen door and then the main door. I was confronted by the lady below, although she was dressed right then!

She looked hassled and a bit weary. It transpired she had run out of gas and had spluttered to a halt right outside my place, just able to pull over to the shoulder. Apparently, she was heading down to Boston.

Normally, I had a jerry can of gas in the garage but had used it all up on my ride on mower the day before. I couldn't help, but I could offer coffee and a lift to the nearest gas station. I invited her in. Made coffee and we went out on the back deck which overlooked some back yard lawn and then the trees and path leading down to the lake.

We sat sipping coffee and she told me that she was an assistant editor with the TV studios in Boston. I asked her about it and she was quite willing to talk about her job. Then she asked me about mine. I gave her some background. and she then asked was I born here in New England. I told her I was a Brit, Scots father, English mother - she expressed surprise. I had already, even back then, picked up the American idiom and a slight accent, which made me sound a bit like a 'New Englander' - certainly sounded like I hailed from Massachusetts, she said.

We talked a bit about the UK and Europe then she asked where the path led. I told her, the lake. She asked to have a look-see, so we wandered down there, having finished our coffee. I grabbed my camera. There were often birds and scenes to take shots of. and never went to the lake without one.

 I asked about the gas, and she said it was OK as she didn't have to be at work until Monday. It was Friday morning.

The trees gave way to some scrub as we reached the lake shore. The sun was shining and it was getting hot. She slipped her trainers off and stood in ankle deep water. I joined her. She said it was beautiful there.

'I'm going in, will you join me', I remember she said, or words to that effect. It was hot, very so....

'Yes, sure' I said.

She stripped down to her bra and panties, revealing a tanned and lovely body. I remember her undies were quite sheer and left nothing to the imagination.  As she stood there ankle deep  in the water looking out over the water she reached behind her, took her bra off and slipped her panties down over a beautiful butt.

'You can use your camera if you want'

So I did. She splashed out a few feet then immersed herself fully in the water. I put my camera down stripped off as well and joined her. The water was cool and refreshing.

'This is good' she said. 'Never thought I would end up doing this when I get up this morning'

'Nor did I!', I said

I had only seen her from behind, which was lovely, incidentally LL. After that she was in the water up to her neck. We languished there for sometime just a few feet apart. Heads back looking at the sky and enjoying the sun and the moment. far away there was the distant sound of the odd vehicle. Apart from that, there was just the birds and us. We were silent, just taking it in and relaxing.

As I lay back in the water, I felt fingers take both my hands. Bringing my head back to vertical Dee, that was her name, had taken mine in hers. We were still immersed in the lake but now the swell of her breasts were just there in front of me. The rest of her including her nipples were below water. The lake water was clear, as it always is, and then I glanced down and so did she and we both smiled. She put her arms round my neck clasping them. Then she kissed me and I kissed her. Her breasts were against my chest and she had one leg between mine.

Then just as suddenly she broke away and splashed ashore. A gorgeous site!

'Take some photos', she said.

'What about the gas?'

Who cares', she said laughing. 'I feel free and I love it here'

I took a load of photos and she posed for them.

'A natural' I told her.

'Of course' she said smiling.

Then we sat on the shore as naked as the day we were both born and had a quick look at the photos on the camera screen.  Her knees were drawn up under her chin, her thighs pressing against her breasts and spreading them sideways.  We decided to go back to the house and towel off etc. She went  ahead on the path,which was a delight for me, LL.

Continued below.....

We reached the house and fetched two towels and threw one across the day room to Dee. She went out on the deck to dry off and I followed.

'More coffee', I asked.

'Sure', she said. ' First.....', and with that she came across to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed. My hands settled on her damp dry waist first of all then drifted lower onto her buttocks.

'Squeeze them' she said as we went forehead to fore head, pecking and exploring each other's mouths.

I did and from the deck I carried her back into the house and into one of the bedrooms. She was something of a wild cat. She straddled me, lowering first one boob then the other toward my mouth. just far enough so that my tongue could reach her nipples...and tease them. My hands were holding her butt firmly.

Then lower so that I could suck them in turn. All this time she was sliding her wet pussy up and down my fella down there who was definitely on duty and hard as the rocks by the lake. She sat up still straddling me and wiggled around so that I could enter her....

That was it! She went wild riding me like she was working for the Pony Express. So fast that as I grabbed her boobs and held them they kept slipping from my hands. She was screaming out as she reached  her climax. Her clit was so proud I could feel it. A hard part of her resting on my pubic area. The rest was dripping wet.

I rolled her over onto her back and stood. She lay there with her legs wide open her hands supporting them. I looked down at her. She was flushed smiling in that dreamy way women do when they are in their pleasure Zine and I entered her again, leaning forward to caress and squeeze her boobs.

Slowly at first but then stimulated by her wetness and the mmmm's emanating from her. I upped my game and took hold of her thighs drawing her right onto to me. Then my thrusting was hard and fast. She came again with a scream and several OMG's.

I hadn't finished so I continued. I think she had reached her limit, or so she thought. I looked down she was really wide and that strip of pubic hair just above her pussy was quite wet and sticky.

She was tossing her head from side to side as I continued on my journey in and out of her then she came again with another scream and, with a rush, so did I pumping into her all I had. Surprisingly, I stayed hard and was throbbing some inside her and filling her all round. Then I withdrew. Threw myself on the bed beside her as she drew her legs together, rolled on her side and I put my arm round her.

She snuggled up to me and closed her eyes. I caressed her gently, from her beautiful but, up around her waist and along her back. Her warm breasts were snuggled against my chest and it felt great. 

Later..... 

We showered. Dee washed up first and I took a few more shots. then I joined her in the same shower. She put her arms around my neck smiled and looked at me and said....

'I came four times. That has never happened to me in one session before. I thought I was going to die!'

I embraced and whispered in her ear, above the noise of the shower.

'Do you want to share my bed tonight?'

'Oh yes!' she exclaimed. 'You bet'.

She stayed. We grabbed some stuff for lunch from the fridge and got dressed. After lunch we drove out in my Grand Cherokee and solved the gas problem. I also bought some groceries and we cooked together that night.

Over a bottle of very good red, we talked and talked. One remark I do recall was that she said 'Not bad for a pit stop'

'The food, or the dessert? I queried.

'Definitely, the dessert'.

We went to bed and.....I'll leave you to imagine the rest LL.

The next morning Dee left for her job in Boston. She was in early on the Monday. It didn't end there LL. Dee called in whenever she was passing having called me most times and we spent many a happy hour by the pool, on the couch and in the bedroom. I wasn't always there of course but we kept in touch when I was back in the UK and was there for Thanksgiving in 2005. 

I guess you thought I was in the UK, I wasn't😀. It was so easy to spread disinformation to you. You lapped it all up. But then you were the one who erred while we were together.

That encounter with Dee which continued for quite a while. We never asked each other whether we had partners, funny that, but our relationship worked well, for quite a while. It fulfilled a need for both us without any commitment..

Having been married over 30 years, I guess I never thought that I had any attraction for women, especially younger ones than me. How wrong I was. Dee made me realize that what I perceived about myself, was not what the women I encountered saw.

She was not the first after you strayed in 2004 LL. I will write about that woman sometime. The first after you....




California


My first trip to California was a long, long time ago when I was in the Service. At that time it was restricted to San Diego and Annapolis - the USNA. I went back to the State of course, in the eighties and the nineties. Then after the death of my wife, I ventured there again. This time in 2005. Cameras always at the ready. I set up a studio in Oakland. From there I took trips around the State and also took on quite a few clients...not all for nude shots either! In fact most weren't.

The studio was in a building that housed several businesses, lawyers, office services and the like. One day I got to chatting to a lady, who was an admin manager at one such business, in the parking lot. She said she had seen me coming and going and then disappearing for periods. I told her that was right, for two reasons. Firstly, I was a UK citizen (then), and secondly, I went out and stayed away on photo shoots and business trips.

Her name was Lucy (her dad loved the Beatles - she told me). She was blond and about your height LL,. maybe reaching 5' 4" but no more, with all the curves in the right places. She wore tops that were as tight as a sock, so it was pretty apparent and on occasions almost transparent!.

We bumped in to each other a couple of times more, once literally as we rounded a corridor corner in opposite directions at the same time. The pleasure was all mine. I told her we couldn't keep meeting like this as a joke, and we both laughed. How about a coffee across the highway I then asked her.

So later that day we met up in a diner across the road. She asked what kind of photograph s I took, so I explained - wildlife, landscapes, street scenes, portraits, fashion but not weddings. I wasn't in that market, as I licence my photos for others, and for an income, of course. I get paid very well LL.

She then asked whether I would photograph her. Lucy said she would pay but I said you can have them on the house. In any case she really couldn't afford me on an admin manager's income. I asked where and when. She suggested the weekend and somewhere out over toward the coast. There's not a lot, apart from miles and miles of agriculture, in the San Joaquin Valley so that was set. I said I would pick her up around 10.00 am Saturday unless she would like dinner on Friday night.

When I was in Oakland I used to stay in my regular hotel LL. It was some years before I/we (Ash and I) would have a joint home in San Francisco. Lucy agreed to dinner and so I picked her up that Friday in a cab, so we could drink, and took her out for a lovely evening. I really enjoyed it, and so did she. 

After dropping her off by cab and arranging to meet the following morning we said our good nights with a peck on the cheek. Next morning I picked Lucy up at 7.45 a.m. and we headed for the the Sierra Nevada and a place called Sonora that Lucy said was a good spot to explore the mountains. It was about a 2.5 hour drive heading out on 580 from Oakland.

WE put the radio on, found a C & W station and settled back for the drive. Lucy wore shorts and one of her tight as a drum tops. She put her feet up on the dash and we chatted away - her more than me. Stopping off at some place just on the edge of Sonora we had a late breakfast and plenty of coffee...for me.

Then on Lucy's instructions we headed into the hills on a back road. She told me she grew up out here and loved the hills. It was quite warm even allowing for a slight change in the climate in the hills. We pulled over at an out of the way spot she knew and broke into the cool box she had prepared. I grabbed an orange and a cool drink. Californian oranges are huge LL. Nothing like the Spanish ones you get in the UK and real juicy. After demolishing half and Lucy doing the same I prepared my cameras with a couple of different lenses and a lens flash. 

'Where do you want me', she said, laughing at her innuendo.

'Just do your own thing and I'll take the shots and tell you if I think you need to change any pose you adopt.'

So away we went. Me circling her as she walked around the area and looked down into the valley and lake below. One shot, she stood on a rock looking back toward Frisco. Hands on her belt...or so I thought. It was a good photo, taken at an angle from behind with the sun catching the outline of her face.

In fact she had  been undoing her belt and her shorts. She turned and took them off revealing white lacy panties, which left little to the imagination. She said she wanted some shots in her underwear and then took her top off revealing a matching bra that was fighting to stop her boobs falling out.

It was getting hard to concentrate on the photos and she knew it, but I carried on. Somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do, when she slipped her panties and bra off and posed, arching her back, sticking her ass out and crawling about on all fours. It was as we both knew an invitation. If a woman can flirt with nothing on then she was doing it and then some. I slowly lowered the camera I was holding and just stood and admired her body. 

She may not have been tall but she sure made up for it elsewhere. Her butt and firm good sized boobs had me stirring and she could see that I had a 'pressing' need. She came over, unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. I could feel her nipples brush my chest. Then I embraced her and she me and we kissed passionately. I nuzzled in and around her neck and she set her head to one side so her long blond hair fell away exposing her neck.  I kissed it softly and with some lubrication. I felt her hands drift down and unbutton and unzip my shorts. They fell to the ground and she put her hands inside my boxers and  slid them off.

My hands were on her ass by now caressing it and taking it's curves all the way down between her legs.

In the meantime I was real hard and she had me in hand, so to speak.

'Take me', she said. 'Take me, now.'

I did.

I've handled some boobs and ass in my time but her boobs were something else and I loved all her white bits...twice. I'll leave it there LL, although we didn't. It was a regular 'port of call' when I was there.

It must have been that certain 'je ne sais quoi', I seem to have that attracted these women. You never really knew me, did you. Never understood the grief I had at that time. But I came out of it and you - you couldn't wait. Your loss LL - not mine.

Norfolk, UK

Remember how hot, and how private, that back yard was in Norfolk LL. The one with the swimming pool that is. Not one of the various properties I had in Norwich, back then. Just remembered you didn't know about them at the time. You see - I didn't need your advice about not telling folk everything about me. In fact you never knew the half of it. You do know more now though.

You will have realized that you weren't the only 'visitor' to the Norfolk house, although from 2003 thru March 2004 (date of your 'confession' to playing away), you were the only one. After that, and not being able to trust you, I considered I was 'free', but I hoped you wouldn't repeat what you did. But...you did didn't you.

So during that year, apart from you, I got into photographing nude women ( and many other things) due to the lady below.

Believe it or not, she lived just one field away from me. In fact you could just see her place in the distance from one of my bedroom windows. Looking back I find it quite amusing how we met. Remember I used to frequent a place called Auberge (now gone). Well I was in there one Friday lunchtime having lunch at a table for two. It was packed. I was eating and reading a book when I looked up and saw a brunette lady hovering close by. She asked if she might share my table said yes. She apologized for interrupting my reading. I told her that was OK. 

She was tall slim and dressed in business attire and I caught a whiff of perfume as she sat down. She crossed her legs and I hear the whisper of her pantie hose (tights) as she did so. We talked and it soon transpired we lived (me part-time) in the same village. Amazing how people open up about themselves with a stranger over lunch. I had coffee, but as we talked more I asked her if she would like a glass of wine. I ordered two glasses.

It transpired that she was a lawyer (solicitor) and had been in court all morning but was now finished for the day. She also told me she was divorced, hence the smaller place in the village.She had obviously seen the ring on my left hand and asked if I was married. I explained that I was widowed.

As the conversation continued we seemed to be hitting it off, so I suggested she might like dinner on Saturday, the following day. She said she would. I booked a place in the country, later. In among our chat she mentioned she thought my place had a pool and wondered if it was still there. I confirmed it was. and said would she like to use it.

As a result we agreed to have a day in the sun at my place around and in the pool. 

The next day she came round. I had the sunbeds out and plenty of ice in the freezer. She slipped out of her clothes inside and reappeared in a bikini. After a short swim in the pool we lounged by the pool reading and talking and just laying in the sun. I remember that it was a very pleasant morning.

All the patio doors were slid back and we came and went in and out of the house to get drinks and coffee, then in the pool again until we got hungry and we sorted out a salad together from the groceries I had.

After lunch and cleaning up we went back out to the pool and the sunbeds. So far, a very lazy day.

If anything the afternoon was hotter. Which was when my guest decided to shed her bikini altogether. She dived in the deep end and the last thing I saw was her bottom disappearing under water. I joined her and afterward we sunned ourselves on the lawn to dry off. See below.

You can imagine that two people completely nude, both single (in a manner of speaking) didn't waste that moment. We went inside but didn't make it beyond the large couch in the day room.

I loved her long slim body and her long legs, especially the time I spent between them LL.😜

It was a good job that the house was where it was/is. She was a screamer when it came to lovemaking and when she came as well! After our romp on the couch, we went upstairs to shower, but didn't make it immediately. As I pushed her gently onto that bed LL and we did it all over again..

Later, much later, we headed out for that evening meal. She spent the night with me and we woke up to some early exercise on the Sunday morning as well. Four times in twelve hours LL. Remember that? You weren't the last, by a long way..... 

As she was just up the road, literally, there were a number of repeat performances, even after I moved down to London in late 2005. 

I had a hell of a good time in those years before I remarried LL. In no small part, that was due to you straying so early on, losing out too...in a big way.











In the title.....

Ne = New England
No= Norfolk
and
Ca= California

  Ciao

Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, and are copyright. ©

Delving

 LL

Been sometime since I posted something a little risque, but delving into my portfolio I found these few shoots and 'experiences', which you may find of interest LL. 😜

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New Hampshire

Locations are scattered but perhaps best to start with New Hampshire, the place you said I was 'so lucky to be able to live there' - your words, tinged I suspect with more than a small dose of envy...and regret.

I expect that you are aware that there a lot of lakes in my home country and more than a few in NH. This is one and the location for a shoot with this lady. Her request was nude shots outdoors. We headed off mid morning on the day in question. you wouldn't believe it to see the photos below but she was/is an attorney working in Boston, albeit a junior back then. Guess you could say she was 'letting her hair down' on that day. Pretty good looking too.

I guess I was quite privileged to take these shots as she only came to me on a friend's (female) recommendation. Naturally, she recommended me to others and that is how this aspect of my businesses grew. But, back to her. It was a little cloudy that day interspersed with some sun. Her idea to get in the water so I stripped to my boxers and got in too so I could take the photos. Cold, but not freezing.

As you can see she had nice hips, moderate boobs, nice full lips and nice long legs. She was totally uninhibited once she had stripped off, so I got some really nice shots of her. She was pleased with the results.

At one point she immersed herself almost fully in the lake, which had a wondrous effect on her nipples. I am not immune to the site of a naked woman who is also wet all over and she could tell I wasn't as, while I was photographing her, her eyes kept wandering down to my boxers. Guess you could say I had no control over that fella....

We finished up on the shoot and I put my cameras back in the bag and handed her a towel. She asked me to dry her back. As I did this using my right hand she took my left and placed it in her breast. Squeeze she said, so I did. The towel dropped to the ground followed swiftly by my wet boxers.

Still holding her left breast I put my right hand on her lower stomach and pulled her to me. Her buttocks were cold I recall (most women have cold or cool buttocks). I was really quite hard by now and she eased her legs apart to allow me to slip between them. I lowered my right hand as far as I could down ... and under you might say. Her pussy was warm and I gently massaged around it it until she became quite wet. She was rocking gently on my penis, then she drew away turned and kissed me. I returned the kiss, one arm round her back the other gently squeezing her buttock.

We found an area of soft grass near the shore of the lake and she laid down and parted her legs I knelt between them and caressed her thighs, which were long and smooth. Then leaning forward slightly I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently  brought my hand s down her body and up the slope of her breasts, just brushing her nipples as I finished the downward sweep. I repeated it and her nipples hardened again but this time from attention not the cold water.

In the meantime she was working on me down below, not that it needed much encouragement. She used that fella to stimulate her clit as I moved to cupping her breasts in my hands and squeezing gently. Then holding them so each nipple was really proud, I sucked on them to her delight.

I remember she had a fairly tight pussy and it took a moment or two to enter her, but she dilated a little more under the stimulation I we were conjoined. She remarked that I was really thick...and she didn't mean mentally! We made love, slowly at first and then a little faster. She came quite quickly and I felt her body tense and shudder as she did. I wasn't there and had a little way to go...again to her delight. 

Her eyes were closed now and she was moaning as I thrust into her gain and again. The lubrication, by now, was fantastic and we were 'slipping' together beautifully. Like two sheets of satin sliding over each other. The stimulation and sensitivity this brought was lovely. I felt I could come if I upped the pace even more and so I did. I looked down on 'F' and she had her eyes closed, her cheeks were flushed and she was really crying out in pleasure now.

I reached my peak and discharge all I had into her, feeling it flow around and out through her pussy. She pulled me down onto her and we lay there locked together for a while. Her soft but lovely body pinned to the ground by mine. Then eventually, I rolled off to her right side and we just lay there for a while.

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Turkey

Back in the nineties I had travelled to Turkey on business, stopping off in Istanbul and using a free weekend to visit Kusardasi and Ephesus. Around 2007, I decided to go there again but this time to the south coast. I chose a well known international hotel and took an all in package for the hotel itself, arranging my own flight and taxi transfer which was only twenty minutes.

It was great hotel. Seven restaurants two enormous pools and the beach with a view of Rhodes some twenty odd miles distant. Guests were from Western Europe, some Russians and some Iranians, plus a few Turks. Taking a break on your own has advantages and disadvantages. The latter could see you ending up surrounded by people, but lonely; the former presented opportunities to get to know a few folk. Being quite social in character I struck up a number of conversations with various people.

In particular, with the lady below. She was on her own, too. A very westernized Turkish woman, who traveled widely to the States and Western Europe. Her English was impeccable. It was my habit to take an early morning swim, when there were few people around and it wasn't too hot. On about the third morning of a 7 day break, I found myself at the end of one of the enormous pools with the lady below. We said hello in the pool and struck up a conversation. That is when we found we were both vacationing alone. After our swim we agreed to meet up for breakfast and i waited for her in the lobby of the hotel. 

She appeared, her hair shampooed and dry, and from where I stood, smelling great. Like me, she wore shorts and a thin top. Getting on as well as we did we spent the morning by the pool reading and sunbathing. In the afternoon she suggested a trip to somewhere she knew just along the coast. Turned out the coast and the river estuary we went to was beautiful, along with some graves built into the hillside BC, by the Ancient Greeks.

We pottered back along the coast and stopped short of our destination by the sea at a little known spot. it was here that she decided to pose for some photos. We had enjoyed a great day right from the start. She stripped to her undies, to begin with, revealing a beautiful body. You can judge for yourself LL, below Mind you, I had seen most of it in the pool, previously.

Then she went the whole hog and posed nude. These are just two of quite a few I took.

Needless to say neither of our beds were occupied by just one body for the rest of the holiday. I won't go into detail - you've had enough excitement with the New Hampshire encounter above....for a lady (that word is used advisedly) of your age. We met up again some months later in London, and I introduced her to Norfolk...in the summer!

 

 

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Greece

The next port of call, so to speak, was Greece. 

Way back when, I had travelled to the Greek mainland to 'work' in Athens and Piraeus. Can't say what, and I can't say when. However, after you went your way LL, I decided to look at buying a place on one of the Greek islands Should it be in the Pelopennese or the Dodecanese Islands? There was only one way to find out, and so I made a short list of places I was interested in and decided to look at what was available.

One of the reasons for this decision was a bolt hole where I could peacefully write and at the same time enjoy the azure sea, Greek hospitality and the food and wine.

Armed with my short list I set up appointments with real estate agents on the islands I was interested in. In addition there was the not so small question of getting around these various islands in a reasonable time. Funny life, isn't it. After I met my wife we ended up with our place on Skyros, but at that time I hadn't considered the island seriously.

In the end I didn't buy anything, although I saw a few I really liked. At the time the Greek economy was in a tail spin and I backed away from any commitment (rather like you did with me - big mistake wasn't it).

However, there's always an 'however' isn't there. That's rhetorical - not a question. On my viewing forays I was shown around by various agents. All were men apart from the lady below. Young, gifted and...'available'.

She was tasked with showing me a property that was set inland on one of the islands. I really wanted something near the sea, but I went along to look. This was the third property she had shown me over a period of four or five days. As a result, we were on pretty friendly terms. Chatting freely as she drove me around the island, she suggested, on this particular viewing, that we grab some food and have a picnic at the appropriate time.

It was well into the afternoon and after the viewing, that we stopped. She had driven up a precarious hillside road to a remote spot, she knew, with great views. She was right it was beautiful up there and pretty hot. We sat and ate. She had a blanket in the trunk which I spread on the ground and we used that as our outdoor site. She wore a skirt and shirt - business attire I guess. 

After we had finished she said she was going to remove her shirt and skirt to save them getting dirty...why did I think this was a pre-cursor to something else? She took her shirt off first to reveal her bra and the tops of her boobs. Then she undid the skirt fastenings and let it slide down onto the blanket. I expected to see matching panties but she was wearing nothing on the lower half of her body.

Reaching behind her back she undid her bra, and that came off, too. The result is displayed below. She climbed some nearby rocks and then sat down as I photographed her. She had a lovely smile. Being a red-blooded male my eyes took in the whole of her smooth slightly olive colored skin, those brown nipples, her small but perky breasts and the sliver of pubic hair just in front of her pussy. Her legs weren't in the 'long department' LL, but they were lovely, nevertheless.

Bearing in mind (like the pun LL) the warmth, willingness and, at a early stage, the wetness. It was long before we were in an embrace. Her arms around my neck , her legs around my waist. My shorts etc in a heap on the ground. She was quite a minx. Playing with me...if you know what I mean her lips and throat enclosed over me before spreading herself on the blanket for what was to come. She also wanted to be taken from behind...and she was.

I'll leave you to fill in the detail with your imagination. See beyond the photos below, also.

I asked many of the women that I have enjoyed, all younger than me (and you) and in some instances by more than 25 years back then, why they found me attractive in a sexual sense. Do you know what the main reason was? No? Or maybe you do, It was my smile and friendly eyes. The other factors were experience of life and sex, an ability to hold a conversation on most subjects and lastly, in their order of things...my not inconsiderable wealth. I was not suprised that wealth came last. I learned that a long time ago when it came to the women in my life.

Ciao bella

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