Rebecca

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

Here is Rebecca's tale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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



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

Lori

English, American and now Canadian.

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

Here is Lori's tale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready and waiting - nearly dropped the camera!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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No photos this time - for obvious reasons.



Postscript to a 'friend':

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

  

Mandy

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

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Mandy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mutuality

Not sure if you have read my occasional blogs under this heading, but I will be giving it a break now, as I am at home in Florida, with the sun, the sea and the sand....and family of course. Remember stepping out in the morning to that all enveloping warmth - guess it's a distant memory now.

It seems you aren't wearing that well as the 60's claw inexorably onward. Ten years haven't treated you as well as me, it seems. Ten years also of not forgotten baubles and beads either. Mere trinkets in value to me, but meaning so much more. I hope you keep your promise....but I'm not betting on it.

Looking forward to a month or two of Florida sunshine and relaxation before we head off for the summer again in November.

Businesses going really well. US economy doing very nicely and so are we. You missed out on so much through you idiotic actions and decisions. Just a small proportion of what I have could have made your life everything it isn't. I loved you, but you never seemed to value that. Now I have been with someone who does, for these past ten years, and she has brought me true happiness and much more.

Did you like the Italian photos - more memories for you. They covered several years as we have been going there since we bought our villa back in I think 2008.

I am still writing and being published. On my thirteenth book now. I enjoy the writing and using my imagination...and so do millions of readers. Have a short tour of book signing lined up for the Fall, as the twelfth novel will be released then. Cas is looking into a possible Hollywood film (he works in the industry on the East Coast). Long way from when you and I were together isn't it.

If you haven't already, one day you will realize what a fool you have been. You admitted as much back in 2006, come to think of it.

Think of me in this wonderful home sitting out by the pool enjoying Florida while you're trundling back and forth every weekend to see a soccer crazed fat guy. As I am about to publish this I have just stepped out through our very large sliding doors (electric and operated by remote) onto our beautiful pool and it's surround. Way down our yard is the sea and I'm looking out over the Gulf on a lovely summer's day. Sun behind me as it's morning, ben sitting 'at heel' by my side and my wife just inside in her bikini and wrap getting some fruit for breakfast. Life doesn't get much better.

I could write quite a few blogs under the Mutuality' heading. More names like Mandy, Louise, Penny, Christina, Denise, Rachel, Rebecca, Anna, Kate etc...maybe even a Mary.

I think I mentioned a short while ago that we had bought a new apartment in Oz. Here are a few photos for your delectation. As I recall you only ever chose one apartment and that was a s**t hole. I think my taste in property was and is far better, wouldn't you say. Mind you I made $45K on that place so, thank you :))

We haven't used it yet but will be doing so in November/December. Where will you be then? Plowing thru snow and rain to see a fat guy? That was your choice....not mine.

Ciao LL

Kim

There have been two ladies named Kim in his life. This tale relates to the first one he met.

Told in the first person again, this is another lady that a man could love and want to protect, but she also had a very special quality too. More of that as the tale unfolds.

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' I met Kim while in the northern part of East Anglia - Norfolk to be precise. At the time I had moved up from my London apartment to enjoy the countryside.

She was blond - a true blond - and just over 40 so younger than me. Kim was divorced and working with an estate agent (real estate broker) when I met her. I had, and still have, extensive real estate within my business  and had various contacts with agents. On the day we first met she had called to say that she had an interesting proposition for me. Previous dealings had been with another called Rose. The 'proposition' was entirely commercial, involving property, although that word came to mean something else entirely, later.

We met at the property and to start with it was all business - in fact I bought the property in the end. We seemed to get on well and a little friendly banter took place and...I flirted gently with her. She liked that and flirted with me. Never one to pass up such an invitation I asked out to dinner to seal the deal, so to speak.

As I said earlier Kim was blond around 5' 6" and had a lovely figure. Not too slim, shapely and in no way overweight. When we met at the property she was in business attire - skirt white shirt and jacket and, I noticed, pantie hose (tights over there). Her legs were slim and shapely and she was quite well endowed with her other 'assets' that were straining somewhat at her shirt buttons. The shirt was undone a little, enough to see the top of her cleavage...and she knew it.

I booked a table at a local trattoria - I know the owner, so a good table was guaranteed. We met locally and she switched to my car from where we went to the restaurant. It was October, but the weather was relatively mild  A short walk to the restaurant and a simple Italian meal in rustic surroundings. She wore smart jeans and nice top in white which sat outside of her jeans.

We had had a lovely evening and talked of many things. There was a chill in the air when we left so I covered her with my jacket and our conversation on shared things continued as we walked back to my car.

One in particular bound us together spiritually in a quite surprising way. But, this was a fun evening and we climbed into my car and set off. Both of us were heading for empty homes. Kim didn't want that after such a great evening, so she decided to come back to my place. Ostensibly for a nightcap, but we both knew it would be more than that.

My house in that part of the World, as has been said before, was reasonably remote, so we were totally unobserved. No drapes pulled, subdued lights on. We kissed and then she pulled away and smiled - that kinda smile you know means something much more. I held her hand and she let mine slide from hers and headed into the hallway. I followed and she laughed and headed upstairs. Not a house she knew of course but she unerringly found the master bedroom.

By that time it was heading for 11 pm. No lights for quite a way around. No street lighting in that small village and no one could see us. She played the part of being trapped in the bedroom, moving to the far side of the bed  trapped by the outside wall - she knew she was cornered and wanted to be caught. We laughed and then I wrapped her in my arms. Good word because what she said next was ....unwrap me.

These photos are just for fun...and are not from the writers originals

The act of undressing someone is as sensual as many of the acts that follow. The slowly building anticipation can be, and is often, as big a turn on as a mad rush for satisfaction.

I unbuckled the loose belt she wore around her waste and removed it kissing her lips gently. Then moved to the button on her white top just where her cleavage began. As a blond her skin was quite fair and I could see the milky swell of her breasts as I undid the second button.Then the third and fourth, revealing a pretty white bra. The fifth and last button caused her top to be fully open. We kissed gently again. I held her waist. It was warm and her skin felt like satin.

She swiveled round so that my hands still held her waist but I was now behind her. I undid the button and zip on her jeans and they fell to the floor. She had gorgeous shapely legs. I slipped her top off her shoulders and it fell to the floor to keep the jeans company. By this time I had joined her in the clothing stakes...or rather unclothing stakes....and was at a similar point. You could say neck and neck.

I laid my hands on her upper arms and kissed the nape of her neck. She made a purring sound. My manhood was by now fighting to get out of the strictures of my under pants. I slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and undid her bra. She let it slide slowly down her arms revealing the marked slope of her breasts and her nipples from my position behind her. My hands moved to her panties and they too joined her three other item s of clothing. I slipped my underwear off and she feigned surprise at my erection, then hidden behind her, but perfectly aligned with her ass. I turned her around so we were facing each other.

Her hair was fastened with some sort of comb but she removed it and shook her head causing it to fall over her shoulders and as far as her breasts.... which seem to have thrust their way through the ends of her hair. Her breasts were among the firmest I have seen, almost conical in shape and because of her fairness her skin was a milky white all over. Tipped with ruby red nipples they seemed to almost pucker under my gaze. Then we embraced and it was not only me that was hard and firm. Her breasts became engorged and her nipples erect with anticipation.  Quite proud of this photo and so was Kim...and it shows.

We stood by the bed kissing. My hands caressing her thighs and buttocks. Moving upwards I cupped her breasts and then squeezed and stroked them. They were firmer than ever. I leaned forward and kissed her nipples, sucking, teasing them with my tongue and cupping them once again. She moaned in pleasure.

I held her hips and then we slowly parted from our embrace. We gazed at each other then she lay on the bed and invited me to enjoy the present I had unwrapped.

She had no pubic hair and the tips of her inner lips protruded almost coyly from that cleft area. The sweet moisture of feminine arousal glistened on them. I too was moist and sticky.

Even though she was on her back on the bed, her breasts continued to present themselves very provocatively. She opened her legs and held her upper thighs bringing her lower legs completely off the bed. No further invitation was needed....

(A further note here. Most of the women in my life were persuaded on the basis that they remain 'anonymous' to be photographed. There are many more shots that flatter them. In almost every case the flattery was well deserved and reflects their beauty, sensuality and sexuality. (I am quite a persuasive guy....)

This angle was.... interesting...

Kim was both very athletic and 'noisy'. She rose with force to meet my thrusting which I alternated between long and slow and fast and hard. Teasing her towards her climax she came multiple times and then stopped her gyrations beneath me. I wasn't there yet. Changing my angle of entry slightly and coming down hard on her clitoris whilst finding her G spot with my angle of entry made her scream out with pleasure and, dare I say, ecstasy.

Almost exhausted from our exertions we lay back, side by side, holding hands and relaxing.

We met many times again, mainly at weekends but some evening as well. Enjoying time out at shows and dining, good conversation and of course satisfying our carnal needs.

I mentioned before that I had various homes. One apartment is in London and Kim and I used it fairly frequently when taking in a West End show. We had great times.

On one occasion we gained great pleasure, sexually, from showering and bathing together. For me as a man there is something very arousing about caressing a women's body covered in lather. For Kim it stimulated her to a very high degree and made her 'wet' beyond the water around her. What ensued was a variation on what has been related above including time in the double shower reaching a great climax for us both.... in a situation where I was looking at her back and ass...I'm sure that can be worked out in the reader's mind.

She found the shower head in the tub very 'stimulating' too as  the photo below suggests

The final thing I want say about Kim apart from her beauty and sexuality, is that she was able to tell me things about my late wife which could never have known. On the first evening we met she told me about her ability, I was very sceptical and disbelieving. The more she related about my wife and my life and love with her the more I was convinced that Kim was genuine in her claims. She told me that her maternal grandmother had the same ability. There was much more but this is enough to explain what I meant by 'special quality'.

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One final remark about the Kim's in my life - there was another who I was close to marrying.

Coincidentally, she also came from East Anglia region of the UK. When I met her she was living in California and I was there on business. I had lost my wife to cancer a few years earlier and Kim lit up my world. 

We spent six months together, which brought me great happiness following my wife's death and an ugly previous relationship. I was in the UK at the end of that six months, when I learned that she had died in a traffic accident in California. It devastated me, naturally. In deference to her memory  and the times we had together in California I will not be relating that relationship in any future part of this blog. One reader will know what I am talking about.'

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

   

Anne

Anne isn't her real name.

In this instance there is a reason for not using it.

She was as different from 'academic' Joanna as you could get. We knew of each other through mutual acquaintances. She was divorced some several years and tall, very tall. Standing at least an inch higher than him and he was fairly tall at 5' 10". Here is his tale, told in the first person again.

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"I guess I must have a penchant for tall 'leggy' women. Anne was certainly that. Our first meet was a picnic by a local river. Local to her, that is, in England. She set me the challenge of preparing an Italian meal to eat al fresco, which I rose to. The setting, again on a lovely summer's day, was by the same river mentioned and close to an old water mill. Selfie's weren't invented recently. We took one on that day, some 10 years back. She just approaching 50 and me a little older.

Anne is ex Navy and ex Police -  but there was no kinky dressing up or handcuffs in our relationship!

The day drew on and we went back to her place, to spend the evening watching the sun go down in her back yard - at that time of the year close to 10 pm - drinking wine as we did. Conversation flowed as freely as the wine. We were both under the influence to an extent, but still in charge of ourselves.

Dusk fell but the warmth continued that evening. Eventually we went into the house where one thing followed another fairly rapidly. There were no lights on in the house, just the vestiges of the sun's dying light making it possible to see. I noticed two pictures/prints on the wall which I recognized as being by Jack Ventriano. Each one depicted a person at a bar. One a man, the other a woman. The way they were hanging showed them more or less facing each other.

Depending on how Ann felt they were either arranged the way they are above or their places were swapped, giving the impression both parties were ignoring each other. This particular night they were arranged as you see. She wore a light summer dress in blue with  a white pattern which left very little to the imagination. She had a pretty good figure, although it was apparent that her breasts were on the small side. 

The white  of the dress 'shone' out in the fading light. We embraced and kissed. Slowly at first, exploring our lips and then our mouths. Her grip on me tightened and her kisses....and mine....became more passionate. Both our hands wandered over our bodies which was when I discovered that she was wearing nothing under that pretty summer dress

The straps of the dress were casually off shoulder showing off her beautiful skin and slender neck. I feel flattered that women as beautiful as Ann find something in me that they are attracted to. We kiss more and with greater fervor. She asks me to 'attend' to the zip on her dress. She turns around and I slowly unzip her dress revealing her back...no bra marks...so I guess she dispensed with it a lot earlier on. In keeping with the moment I undid the zip slowly eventually revealing the cleft in the upper part of her butt.

Anne was sometimes fair and sometimes brunette. I was find out which was true all too soon.

It maybe frustrating for the reader, but I am going to digress a little here. As the author has indicated, I

am a wealthy man...a very wealthy man but I was careful to ensure not only was my wealth not disclosed in full but also to adopt a persona that complimented my various partners. Moving up and down the social scale as necessary and being, to some extent, what I figured they wanted me to be. Having been in intelligence it wasn't that difficult and spreading a little benign disinformation did no harm

Joanna above was fairly serious and academic, but great fun beneath the sheets. Anne was a lady most men wouldn't want to mess with. She didn't suffer fools gladly. Her background was that she was an adopted child and I guess she found 'family' in the Navy and in the police force. That background also hardened her. She knew what she wanted, how to get it and when to move on.

That paints a rather harsh picture but she was great fun. So back to her beautiful butt....

The dress slid easily off her shoulders. 

The light was on, but she had lit a couple of candles in the lounge, by now, and turned the light off. The flickering light caught the full extent of her body which was tall and slender. I guess I had caught myself something of a nymphomaniac in Anne or...she had been on her own for a little too long.

In very short order she had the shirt off my back and everything else. The candlelight bathed both our bodies, it was hot and so were we in all senses. 

I could feel the sheen of a little perspiration on her body and I guess she on mine. There was something else in the air beyond the scents of an English summer's evening that told me she was more than ready. Whether that perspiration was the heat of the evening or the heat of the moment mattered not.

The question of reaching her bedroom didn't happen. In that warm atmosphere, the candlelight flickering we just about made it to the couch. I was proud and she was bathed in more than perspiration where it mattered. That first time was like two very hungry people gulping down a meal...fast and hard. Her long legs were wrapped round my waist my hands squeezing her small but nevertheless lovely breasts. She was almost completely shaved but what remained told me I was making love to brunette. All in all a very passionate start to what would become a 3-4 month relationship.

As I said, I'm a gentleman at my core. So I felt it was incumbent upon me to reciprocate. 

At the time I had a smallish home in the country in a region of England called East Anglia - it had been the family home once. One reader will know it reasonably well. What most of the women I met then didn't know was the extent not only of my wealth, but also of the homes I owned. Not least of which was a beautiful and ultra modern apartment in London. More of that and other homes later.

This property was approached over a long, 200 yard, dog-legged and tree lined driveway. The large garden surrounding it was screened from view by tall dense hedges. In fact the garden's immediate neighbors were three large meadows each running to 6 or 7 acres. Consequently, I never pulled the drapes. The garden also sported a pool, and bathing nude was a pleasure we both enjoyed there

Ann and I spent as much time together as we could. She was very attractive and sexually...well, insatiable. I was going to use the term nymphomaniac but, although her desires were great, they were not uncontrolled or abnormal in that way.

Our meetings continued and my property in East Anglia was the site of several encounters. My couch - white leather on this occasion for obvious reasons, was the site of at least one reciprocation on another summer's evening with no drapes pulled. Somehow we both found that more daring and exciting....and the leather (and on other occasions lather) was something Ann liked....a lot!

I don't need to recount every one of our meetings, but two instances are perhaps worthy of inclusion.

She has a 'wicked' sense of humor and the following shot indicates that somewhat, along with quite a suggestive indication that of course had to be followed up.

My bedroom was furnished with a large bed that enabled quite a bit of athletic activity. Ann and I retired there one day after having had a swim and a session of sunbathing. She wore a bikini and me, my swimming trunks. We were laughing and joking. She was being playful and teasing me by withdrawing just beyond arms reach until finally she had backed against the foot of the bed.

Her hands slid down the back of my trunks gripping my ass. Her bikini, both top and bottom, was secured merely by having been tied. Releasing her small breasts was a freedom she enjoyed and a pleasure I enjoyed. The bows on each side of her bikini bottom were not that secure and a thumb and forefinger each side soon dispensed with any clothing she wore. I stepped out of my trunks she lay back on the bed, feet at first on the floor but it was clear she wanted my face between her legs as she raised them with her hands.

She had great respect for my tongue and the sensitivity of it's touch. I caressed her thighs and my tongue went to work exploring, stimulating and teasing. She moaned and made beautiful purring noises to express her pleasure. For me, the more she made those sounds the more stimulated I was, too. 

Before long I sensed she was almost 'there', I reached up her body and squeezed here breasts and her hard nipples. That trigger brought her to a climax that, due to my tongue still working, repeated itself. Her stomach  muscles had contracted her body arched and she shuddered with pleasure. I climbed on to the bed to caress her and she climbed upon me, sitting astride my lower body and lowering herself onto me and my manhood.

She rocked back and forth. Gently at first. I caressed her body and her breasts. She then leaned over me so that I could suck her nipples and she moaned again. At that point she returned to the upright position and increased the vigor of her rocking. She wanted me to spank her in that position . Combined with her rocking on our pubic bones and her clitoris and the hard slaps on her buttocks she reached another climax and achieved female ejaculation. I lifted her slightly and I took over to the point where I reached a similar state of pleasure. Bathed in the warmth of our lovemaking we collapsed side by side and then I took her in my arms and cuddled her closely, caressing her....

The other encounter mentioned took place in an apartment we shared in a small up market location on the island of Majorca, Spain. Naturally, in late summer it was hot. Ann had been there before. It was a place not that well known to most European tourists and she wanted to share her 'secret' place with me - that phrase has more than one connotation!

We spent four blissful days there. Drinking, sunning ourselves, swimming, eating out and making love. One evening we were sitting outside on the small balcony. It was dark and we had turned the apartment lights off, enjoying a fair bit of alcohol and being quite high spirited.

We sat opposite each other my legs crossed and slightly to the side of hers. She wore a simple summer dress. Her legs were crossed and slightly to the side of mine. We were close enough to kiss if we leaned forward. One simple candle on the table and no wind. 

We leaned forward - no bra in evidence which was apparent from the outline in the dress - we kissed. Her dress rode up her long legs a little and I could see that she was only wearing the summer dress. She edged her chair forward and guided my hand between her legs which were no longer crossed or anywhere near that position. I didn't need to guide her hand to where she wanted to go. It found something quite firm to grip. The moment defined mutuality and was intense and all engaging. Before I reached the point she had already, she adopted a position of prayer and with her mouth brought me to the climax she had just enjoyed....

In the end, after several months together we agreed to go our separate ways but on the best of terms. We still talk and communicate now, after the passage of a number of years. Great memories for us both.