LL in the UK
I guess this mixed portfolio could be called 'Town and Country'. You'll see why LL.
Some twon in this country, the UK and Europe then a little country frolicking for good measure. My sex life and life in general took off immediately after March 2004 and to be honest I've not looked back since. Apart from rubbing things in with you as the only woman who i couldn't trust. Read on, learn and be informed....
Sun, soap suds and sex from the apartment owner in Venice. Plus dinners out and company. Not bad considering I booked the place online LL.
Life moved on quite quickly for me in the eighteen months after we parted LL. I took quite a few short breaks in Europe and longer ones here in the States. One of the earliest short breaks was in the first quarter of 2007. I had been travelling a fair bit anyway with photography commissions and the ....ummm...side benefits that came with many of them. In between I liked to have a more relaxing approach to travel. Hence, I ended up in the south of France near Nice in January, 2007.
Not one who likes to be without female company, I took Kate with me. This shot was taken shortly after we arrived. After all LL it's the best way to start a holiday...having a good fuck, then shower and out and about.
Later the same year I had a commission in Italy. We got on so well that Giada being nude in her extensive grounds became the norm. The norm started after I had completed the shoot, been invited into her bed and made love a couple of times. She had a very nice body and lovely lips....and lips.
You wouldn't have believed how easy it was to 'chat up' women online. Of course talk went through all the normal behaviours, as much for appearances sake on the part of the women as anything. The fact is most of them wanted sex, having been either starved of it or not getting the satisfaction they wanted.
So, it was n't difficult to get most of them into bed. In fact more often tahn not I was invited in...in in both meanings of the word. Naturally, I did the normal things. Wining and dining etc. but the bottom line was invariably....sex and lots of it.
This one was quite funny. I met Donna on the Internet and she made a nice comfortable stop of on my way up and then down from you LL. Up and down was our motion when together too. Donna was in it for sex nothing else.
She was bubbly and fun, but ultimately not for me. The fun parts came when I was least expecting it - like above the day when we took a walk in the countryside. Just so you know it was March 17 2005.
way out in the country walking across a field miles from anywhere Donna started stripping off saying she wanted to have sex 'in the wild'. I managed this shot even though she insisted on covering her very personal bits up for the photo. There was no laying down. We found a tree and had sex against it...twice. Once with her leg up - held by me - and again from behind. She found it quite exciting and satisfying!
I did too she had a pair of the firmest boobs I had handled up to that point and a generous but firm pussy.
Her clothes were at my feet
My hotel. Her choice. We were ships that passed in the night - same hotel, both on own. She loved this photo of which she has a copy. She was pleased and well satisfied with her choice. Her name? Not that it matters, but it was Clémence.
Commission. I had Alison pose this shot. The last pretty much. Then do you know what she said, upper class lady that she was? 'Do you like my arse and tits?' I wasn't quite expecting that from such a well spoken woman. She said as whe turned around from that window and walked toward me.
We were at the very top of her house. Probably servants quarters in days gone by and barely furnished. It sported a carpet two chairs that I had used in the shoot and a couch. I don't think it was the first time she had laid on her back legs apart ,on that piece of furniture LL. That day she was in that position with me between her legs grunting as I thrust in time almost to her moans. I did like her butt and her boobs. rather nice bonus to the shoot, I thought...so did Alison.
Hélène was a client that I had shot before. She was also a married client. This shot was taken in her home (while her husband was away on business in Germany). Unlike the previous shoot she wanted nude photos, but tasteful ones. That wasn't all she wanted....
You can't see them LL but her breasts matched the rest of here and were lovely.
House guest at her place. That is I was her guest in her home in Sarasota. Another lady I had been chatting to at the same time as mailing you. She liked my photographs of her and a few other services I provided. She came down to WLC in Fort Myers as well.
The area is called the Peak District LL. I found a few peaks and experienced a number to. So did Julia.
We drove out from near Matlock, just short side trip from Nottingham just off the M1. It was so easy to see these women dotted up and down the country on my supposed trips to you on a Friday and supposed return on a Monday. Julia and I 'hooked' up via the Net, of course.
We walked. Julia wanted me to take her photo and then her photo in her underwear, then with nothing at all, hence the shot above. We weren't going to waste things. Both highly sexed, we couldn't keep our hands off each other so we made love in the lee of that wall you see above. that was special so were her two peaks on her chest and the two she reached in that field.
South east of Canterbury just off the North Downs. Nobody for miles around. Lesley had a very nice butt and was also a very comfortable lay, LL. You'd be surprised where those legs could go and being between them was quite heavenly, especially when she was on the cusp of coming. I love to see a woman fully satisfied and Lesley was...as often as I could get down there. Mainly weekdays. When the sex is good, I always make the effort!
Spring had sprung in Norfolk LL and here I was quite close to my home on the edge of a field of oil seed rape with a naked woman. How did I manage that?
Amelia or Amy was a lady I knew from Swaffham, LL. A small upmarket town to the west of where I lived. We had met several years before, even before your time, when I had some business in the town. I bumped into her again in 2005 (during your time). She had been in a relationship but no longer was. She had also heard of my bereavement. Life being what it was with you or rather without you commitment I told Amelia I was single.
We went for coffee, went for dinner, went to the theatre and then in November of 2005 she came to stay with me in my recently acquired London apartment. that was the beginning of our relationship which lasted, in between my travels, until early 2008. She was lovely. A lovely person and lovely in bed. The photo above was her idea and took place not very far from her clothes and my house. Completely private. I managed some great nude shots of her that day.
Yes, LL, I did land on my feet, financially, socially and sexually....more than you can ever imagine. I have had the time of my life over the last sixteen years.
One of my encounters in France. This shot and the one below of Michèle was taken in northwest france, obviously right on this remote shoreline.
I am sure you can imagine what might have happened right there among the dunes behind me....
Lovely body don't you think. One very satisfied lady later we found a nice little restaurant to salve the appetite we had acquired. Our other appetite was sated....for the time being.
A drive out into my woods on a nice warm day, some photos and some sex. Perfect. Annie thought so and so did I. She's a Concord girl so our little forays into the hinterland here are easy. She drives in on one of the dirt tracks I have and I meet her at 'our place' in the forest. What she gets with me LL, she doesn't get at home. Need I say more.
Sometimes it was an older woman LL and this lady, called Jane had no qualms about what we were doing deep in the forest. I could have had any number of women in their late forties and fifties, but I was little more discerning the more women I met. So I tended to go for the younger ones and they for me, especially after I had started my photography business. The younger they were the more proud of their bodies they were...and wanted to show them to me!
Jane was a pretty good fuck though, when all was said and done. There's something to be said for experience, which it seems you lacked in that area.
Another wee walk LL but this is within yards of my house. Due west in the copse just across the way. Jenny walked over in one of my windcheaters and that left little to the imagination. At this point we had ventured into the depths of the copse so couldn't be seen by any stray dogwalkers, not that I recall there were any. Always careful.
Jen wasn't the first I had taken over there, nor the last. To wander through there naked was her idea and also for the photographs she was happy for me to take. We didn't quite make it back after I took my shots. We were distracted....by each other. Not surprising given my attraction to her and her previous full satisfaction with my previous performances. Add to that she had never had sex outdoors and it was a perfect coming together of wishes.
She was wishing for sex outdoors, I wished for her and the coming was on both our parts. God knows what the wildlife thought of her moans and my grunts! Another great arse and lovely boobs given full attention. It would have been hard not to...and I was hard, that's for sure!
Ruth is a good friend from Hampstead in London. I may have told you that I lived in Finchley for a while, before your time. I had known Ruth and mainly her parents throughout the 1980's/90's. I sort of reconnected with all three of them when they came to my late wife's funeral in early 2003. By then Ruth's parents Ben and Abigail were getting on in years - sadly now both gone. I attended their funerals in 2010 and 2011. Partly, held at the Hampstead Synagogue.
Ruth and I had been in a relationship of sorts for a year when we took this vacation together in Dorset. We rented a remote cottage (I know and knew the county well having lived there). This footpath was right alongside the cottage, but really not used that much. I took this shot of Ruth around 7.00 pm one morning. Rather lovely isn't it. There are others.
After a coffee we went back to bed...and the rest I leave to your imagination LL...if you can still remember!! 😀
This is another of Ruth, taken a day later in the field on the other side of the cottage. We didn't make it back to bed that morning hence the battered grass underfoot
I sailed out of Poole marina with this lady who promptly removed her top once we were at sea. Dead calm sea and a sunny day so we cruised slowly along the coast and back. I became quite familiar with that pubic mound that long weekend.
We were staying at my home at Sandbanks.
This is somewhere along the River Stour near Canterbury in the days when few of us had cars. I did and it helped a lot with the girls. These two were people I had known at school Jane and Erina.
I reckon you can guess what we got up to given they are naked in this shot. Just me and the two of them. Fond memories of those times and our youthful bodies lusting for sex.
One of those weeks I didn't go home LL. Spring 2005 and I had an invitation to stay...not from you but from Louise, above. Straight to her Monday morning then straight to you the following Friday morning...and you didn't have a clue did you. I said you had to get up early in the morning to hoodwink me.
This was a small stream at the bottom of her garden. As it was Spring it was quite full, but Louise knew her own backyard well enough. I took this shot as I sat and watched her...what a lovely sight. Even better when she turned around.
I travelled, LL, and I travelled lots in the years after you. After all unbeknown to you I was pretty wealthy and now very, very wealthy. I decided to see parts of this country I call home now, back then. It was to be repeated when I met Ash.
One of my stop off places, during my journey east to west, was South Dakota. I met a number of ladies on that trip, in hotels at B & B's and people I had been in contact with over the Net through my photography and just generally. I like talking to women LL.
Linda was one such and I had been chatting to her in Rapid City near the border with Wyoming. Plenty of historic stuff out there concerning the Native Americans and pioneers. However, it was the present I was concerned with as far as Linda was concerned and she turned out to be a far more delightful present than I had imagined.
I don't mean sex although that was pretty good too. No it turned out she had escaped the rat race of the east coast and settled for a while out in the Range Country of SD. She was writing. She had her means financially, I didn't ask, to support herself. She found me interesting being a Brit by birth and having travelled extensively and I was fascinated by her and her literary skills. In stead of strange bedfellows we turned out to be quite well matched bedfellows...in more ways than one.
I stayed the week and then moved on into Wyoming. Linda is now on the west coast and we are still in touch. In fact I'm still in touch with about 80% of my ladies with occasional mail etc from others. You are the one BIG exception LL. Funny that...isn't it.
I think I spent more time away from my Norfolk home than there in 2006. Part of the reason I sold up eventually. After we parted, I determined to enjoy myself...and I did. I went travelling one hell of a lot. Not only with my photography, and that was taking off then, but also business and more than anything vacations with women I know and knew.
One such break was in Cornwall with Jessica above. She was someone I met through the Internet in 2005. We decided to meet up in 2006. Jessie lived/lives in Marlborough, Wiltshire. As you may recall I lived in the west of the county when I was in the Navy seconded to Admiralty operations in Bath. Point is I knew the area.
After a couple of visits, once to her place and then to mine we decided to take a vacation together, which is how we ended up in Cornwall and later Florida.
I took the shot above just after we had been swimming and fooling around in the sea. We fooled around a fair bit in our hotel bedroom as well, of course, LL.
I am sure you will have gathered by now that I was and remain far from deprived of female company and indeed ...sex. Not so sure about you and the round, very round, object you cling to!
A shake of the head which I caught on camear after some skinny dipping in my lake with with Lorna. She still visits occasionally. She lives in Tilton, a small place just to the north of my home. Easy access I guess you could say...to everything!
Generally, Lorna has come to me...when she wants to come...as once on my property there is no chance of being discovered. She was single when we first met in 2007, then married in 2012. I didn't see her for quite a few years in the sexual sense, but then one day in 2017 she called me. The upshot of that was that she is getting what she needs from her rather large husband and so started coming to my place when I was free and she could get away.
She still looks pretty good clothed or naked and on her back. Lorna gets what she wants...and so do I LL.
Back in 2008 when the shot above was taken, I remember very well. Lorna was quite wild when we had sex. On one occasion she sat on my lap facing away with me inside her, rocking on me like it was going out of fashion when she asked me to rub her clitoris. With one hand gripping her breast hard I did as asked. She was put into some sort of overdrive LL, because everything went up a notch in her response.
She was already moaning with pleasure before I started on her clit. When I did she started bucking forward and back even more vigorously. First her legs were wide apart then together, then apart...all very rapidly. It was as though she didn't know where to keep them, but I knew that it was the reaction to my rubbing. I was doing it really fast.
Eventually she came and when she did she gushed. Shooting her juices right across my bedroom and onto the mirror we were facing. That mirror reflected a few things I can tell you LL. It was a favorite place to have sex, being full length. I found it very sexy and I know Lorna did. She loved watching herself in the throes of sex and then having her climax.
All of the above eight photos were taken in Sarah's apartment on 10th Avenue, Manhattan, New York. She was my lady in the Big Apple back then LL. I stayed there frequently when I was in town and took literally hundreds of shots of Sarah, all of which she has. Not all were naked like these.
It suited us both at the time and lasted right into 2009. Near enough three years in all. I have posted more shots than usual as I still rather miss her despite all the other women that have passed through and remain in my life...but I shouldn't dwell on something that I can't have thirteen years on.
I did have her a fair few times in those three years though 😉😉😉!
I was staying at the Hallmark Hotel at or rather Stratford upon-Avon when I encountered Gina...or rather she encountered me. In fact it was her that made the first moves.
I was in Birmingham on business and decided to kill two birds with one stone. that is business in Birmingham and a little culture in Stratford, so I stayed at the Hallmark. Gina worked there, but this wasn't another hotel encounter and God knows I have had more than a few of those...not included in the 5-600.
Basically, having established that a) I was on my own, and b) that I was open to her advances Gina flirted with me at the hotel quite a bit. Twice I met her in the corridor to my room. I reckon she had followed me up on both occasions. The first she smiled said hello and brushed past me so closely I felt her boobs against my arm. That was intentional of course.
The second time she actually stopped and stood before me really close. So close that she just looked me full in the face, then kissed me on the lips. I put my hands on her waist. She whispered 'Not here - my place', and slipped a piece of paper. Looked like I was in again LL...and I was.
I turned up her place that evening. She was wearing the same back top, skirt and white tights I had seen her in before. Gina invited me in. She kissed me LL, pressing her body against me, moulding herself to me, thrusting her groin hard against mine. Took my breath away for a second or two, but then I gripped her just as tightly.
When we surfaced for air she took her black top off. Underneath was the white blouse you see above and under that was...nothing but her breasts. She flicked the button on her skirt while I was unbuttoning my shirt. As the skirt dropped to the lounge floor it became apparent there was nothing under her tights either! At that point she allowed me to take photos. She knew I was a photographer and she posed quite well in the lounge. The light wasn't superb in there so we popped out the back of her home where she posed for a few photos in the corner you see above.
After that well after that I was down to my boxers and Gina was well just down and ready. Some licking in the appropriate area, some coaxing of her little pearl and she made it to her first climax after that she couldn't wait for me to be inside her. I was twice that evening and I got to sleep over.
There's a line that popped into my mind while making love to Gina - it is in Shakespeare's sonnet 'Venus and Adonis' that reads:
'Graze on my lips, and if these hills be dry
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.'
Seemed very appropriate in view of what we did and where I was...in Stratford-upon-Avon.
This beautiful woman is Rachel in a shot I took last year in Naples, at her home. I first met Rachel way back, on my first trip out here after you and I had parted. She was quite young then and as sexy at that time as she is now. Perhaps a little inexperienced back in 2006, but not anymore. I'd say Rachel has matured to perfection.
We see each other as much as we can when we can, including right around now LL.
I'll leave you with that thought and the thoughts that may come with it of Rachel and I sharing a bed together. Compare what you see above and yourself and ask whether I got it right or not. You should have stuck with me LL, I have rarely put a foot wrong with the possible exception of you.
South in Massachusetts from my home in New Hampshire lies a small place called Georgetown. Sometimes when I come back north from Boston I take that route and stop off at Pomodori for something to eat and coffee. That's in normal times, of course. There's also another 'spot' I take coffee and some eats in Georgetown.
I met Lisa through being a regular at her place of work, just like I met several women through Auberge many moons ago...through being a regular. Obviously, over time we got to talking. She came to know me and me her. Eventually in 2017 after Ash had passed I invited her to my place near Concord. She accepted.
I cooked for her. She rode so we went for rides. Whilst out on one occasion after we had dismounted and tethered the horses, she asked me to kiss her. Up until then we had been quite proper. When she stayed over she had her own bedroom and bathroom. I never 'visited' her (although I was tempted LL), nor she me. on the day of that kiss, she was wearing tight jeans and a shirt that hugged her figure, plus a hat.
I kissed her and held her. Just a hug but it seemed she needed it LL. When she unloaded on me, as quite a few woman have (including you) she was quite emotional and told me her story. I'm not going to repeat it here, partly because we still see each other and partly and naturally because it is between me Lisa.
We slept together that night. No more separate bedrooms. She was lovely in bed. We made love slowly and tenderly apart from just before the climaxes. The shot above was taken the morning after that first night and I let her keep the shirt...for future use.
As you might guess from this shot of Eleanor, she is or rather was quite a haughty woman. Even though I had been recommended to her as a discreet photographer, she treated me, at first as just another service provider.
Then she asked me who else I had photographed. I selected a few names, none that you would know LL, that I felt would 'put her back in her box'. Her attitude changed immediately. Amazing isn't it how people make judgements based on what they see rather than assess a person more deeply. The names I gave were of commissions I had completed for folk who were both men and women, with no hint of anything more than just a shoot.
Eleanor had come to me via a friend and former client who spends time in Cannes with me some years...unbeknown to her husband. What passed between them in conversation I don't know, but after taking the usual photos of her in her finery, She asked if it would be in order to take some in her lingerie. I told as far as I was concerned it was fine and I would leave the decision to her.
As a result LL, we embarked on the second stage of the shoot. Despite her earlier attitude she had warmed in personality terms as the shoot proceeded and I have to say at that stage she looked pretty good in bra and panties etc. Her final piece was the item you see above, which was just right for this shot.
Haughty, aloof condescending or not she was a woman and after my final shot and her standing alongside me to review what I had taken, she decided to slip that sheer garment off. It would be a lie if I said I didn't want her at that point but I didn't have to make a move. She took me by the hand still naked and led me to her bedroom. We kissed, I stripped, I caressed and rubbed and licked and then I was between her legs LL.
Eleanor was still recovering from her orgasm when I entered her wet pussy. I slipped in quite easily and started fucking her. Her boobs which are quite firm were moving nicely as I thrust and her nipples were engorged. I watched her face as I continued she was flushed and her utterances under my pounding were a series of 'Oh, oh, oh, oh's', pretty much in time with my thrusting.
I gave it to her hard LL. Some it was a residual anger at her earlier attitude and I vented it in this way. The rest was because she was quite attractive and sexy and I wanted her anyway. THat red lipstick she wore was well smeared when finally she came. I hadn't. Since your time and possibly because of you I have been able to hold back while still giving a lady a good fucking.
So it was that I turned her over on the bed, made her kneel and took her from behind. That fuck didn't last quite so long. There is a limit to my 'restraint', but as I watched her writhing beneath me as I stood with my cock right inside her. she was gripping the sheet and screwing it up and shouting out.
'Oh no, no...then oh, yes, yes, yessss!' That final 'yes' was when she came.
Three times in that morning. When I finally came after she had. I withdrew and she collapsed face down on the bed. I have to say that is a pretty fair body she has and she is very vocal when we have sex.
After that rather errant start on her part, she pleaded with me to come back to her again for more. I told her that I might, but that I was a busy man and see when I could. I didn't tell what I was busy at, where I lived or that I am a wealthy man...very wealthy. Two days later Eleanor called me and asked if we might repeat what we did before - her words. To be honest LL I had no trouble lusting after her body, but inserted a little hesitation into my response.
I believe she thought I was going to say no to her request because she followed up with, 'Please, please...' . I agreed. I had achieved what I wanted after her haughty approach to me at that first meeting. I had here eating out of my hand in wanting her needs met. In the end LL, I was a service provider but not of the type normally associated with the phrase.
We met again, one day later at her place. The only address she had for me was my studio. She was well and truly serviced and also introduced to two things she hadn't tried before....
One final point of note....she was married.
I was more than a little surprised when Sara said she wanted to meet me after we had been talking, or rather mailing mainly over the Internet. We had spoken via our cell phones just before we met.
As you undoubtedly know LL, you never really have a true idea of who you are going to meet. Often the only photo that you are given access to is a head and shoulders one. I can tell you now that back then in 2004/5 I met a few ladies for a drink and a chat whose bodies didn't match their head and shoulders! In the politest way I extricated myself from them.
The point is that when I headed off on the drive to meet her, in Lavenham, I had little idea, apart from a face and a voice, as to what to expect. To say that I was pleasantly surprised when we met in the restaurant car park would be an understatement. Sara was tall, slim, elegant and looked great. I remember thinking (my notes again LL) what a woman to be taking to dinner - a real head turner.
Sara, if she was aware of those qualities I saw in her and I am sure other men did as well, didn't exude the fact that she knew it. I had worked out from calls etc that she was a little on the shy side and being in her mid thirties, I somehow found that quite endearing. I have met the overconfident ones, the insecure ones and many in between. Sara's demeanour placed her in a special place for me.
We ate, we drank we talked. It was lovely and dare I say beautiful because it felt like we were the only two in the restaurant that evening, so engrossed with each other as we were. At the end of the evening, I told Sara how much I had enjoyed the evening and how much I liked her. She said exactly the same. Then she suggested I visit at the weekend. As luck would have it LL, it was one of those weekends I wasn't seeing you so I agreed. We kissed goodnight, nothing passionate but a lovely kiss nevertheless and headed off in our respective cars.
When we parted it was dark of course, but I caught a glimpse of her car as she left the car park which also gave me an inkling into her background - the car was a Porsche. Over the years I've had women who drove everything from a...errr...Nissan Micra to a Bentley. Sara was the first woman then who drove a Porsche.
On the weekend I drove to her place which turned out to be quite large and old. Seventeenth or eighteenth century at a guess, but I was no expert. I had arrived in time for coffee on Saturday morning, which was duly served by Sara. She knew about my interest in photography and indeed I was carrying my Nikon at the time. Sara said for me to feel free to take any photos of the house I wished, so I did.
As she showed me around and also to my bedroom, I asked how she came to be living in such a large place. She had been caring for her mother who had passed away the year before 2003. Her father had predeceased mother and as an only child she had inherited the house and her parent's estate, which I later learned was considerable...hence the Porsche.
The gardens were pretty extensive too and Sara had a gardener to keep it maintained. I asked her if she felt lonely in such a place as I had some experience myself, living as I was on my own. Sara told me she was used to it rather like me, but that didn't mean she didn't crave company.
And, so we spent the weekend together. Our very first weekend. Sara knew there was someone else LL - you. She also knew that I had lost my trust in you. She didn't care about at all which I was mildly surprised at. We spent that first weekend walking talking and me taking photos of where we walked, her house, her garden and Sara herself.
Sara cooked. I offered to go out for a meal but she said she hadn't cooked for someone in ages and wanted to. I provided wine and we enjoyed a relaxed meal against a background of soft music and talked.
Finally we went to bed. I headed for my bedroom and said goodnight to Sara. She took my hand and said, 'Silly, you are sleeping with me tonight'. We made love twice and slept in until nine the following morning. It was on that morning that I got Sara to pose nude for various photos including the one above - nothing intimate.
As you can see LL Sara was and I believe still is slim and very attractive. Our relationship between my travels and her business affairs lasted nearly five years. I didn't ask about any other men in her life and she didn't ask about women in mine. Just as well you might say!
We still communicate which is more than your unsophisticated little mind can manage.
Burgh Castle Norfolk 2004/5
This encounter is one you would never dream of LL and I certainly didn't. Out of the blue I received a phone call at my Norfolk home from the owner of my former home in Burgh Castle. I had sold to a middle aged couple in 1994, but the voice on the other end of the phone definitely wasn't middle aged.
It appeared they or rather she needed to know the location of a capped well and also a land drain I had installed. The former I was surprised at mildly as it is marked on the pans of the property. The lalter I knew she would have no idea about.
The lady in the phone introduced herself as Amelia and wondered if I might drive over and show her where it was...the land drain that is, LL! She sounded really nice and having nothing else on that Tuesday I drove over there.
It was funny driving up my old driveway to my old house since painted in Suffolk Pink, notwithstanding it was in Norfolk. Amelia or the lady I guessed was Amelia came out to meet me. I was driving the new silver Lexus coupe. She admired the car and then invited me in. Coffee followed and it transpire she had tried the previous owners but couldn't trace them but my next nearest neighbour had my number, so that was how she called me.
I was a little taken aback meeting Amelia, she was quite sophisticated and attractive. Somehow, I had an entirely different picture of how she would look in my mind. She was wearing the sun dress you see above LL. It was June 2004 Tuesday 15th, between Kay and Sarah if you still view my diary in an earlier blog.
Coffee finished, we went outside. I located the site of the well. It was in the courtyard and then went to the rear garden which runs to three quarters of an acre. In the garage were some garden canes so I traced the line of the land drain beneath the lawn and two borders. . For some reason that I didn't enquire about it needed extending.
That done we went back to the house. Amelia told me she was separated and had ended up on her own in my old place, until she could sort a few things out and sell up. She seemed to want to talk so I suggested lunch at the Wherry on Oulton Broad, which she jumped at.
A leisurely lunch later LL and I drove Amelia back with the intention of dropping her off at her home, my old place, and then leaving for home. I had Sarah to see and service the next day, after all. Amelia invited me in ostensibly for a tea or coffee and perhaps I might take some photos of her. She had seen the camera in my car and on the way back asked me about photography.
I took her photograph and drank my coffee. The coffee in the kitchen and the photos outside inside downstairs and upstairs. Throughout the time we had been in each other's company I was aware that she wasn't wearing a bra under that dress. I found that mildly arousing and I know she was aware that I was aware of her breasts that tantalisingly provided glimpses during lunch and in the car.
The almost final shots were in my old bedroom - now Amelia's bedroom. It was strange standing there and my mid drifted a bit until Amelia said just a few more. She stood by the window that overlooked the courtyard and hoisted her dress to show her legs off. they looked pretty damn good to me. Then she kept pulling the dresss higher revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. I'm not sure when she lost them but it was when we got back to the house sometime.
And...
...she didn't stop there; she took the dress right off and stood there completely naked. 'Take me to bed', she said. Who was I to refuse this Venus with a shaved pussy, so I didn't.
We spent the afternoon fucking each other me first between her warm thighs held high and wide, sucking on her nipples as I thrust into her. then after she had come, reversing positions and she riding me as fast as she could. My guess was she hadn't had sex for a while, whereas I had mounted you over the weekend, Kay on Monday and now Amelia...with Sarah to follow on the Wednesday.
When she had that second orgasm I think she thought that was it. However, my cock was still hard and erect and waiting to spill into her. I didn't ask if she had ever had sex from behind. I just turned her over and fucked her and she loved it, mostly. There were a couple of moments when I though she couldn't take any more, but they passed She came twice more while I was ramming her from behind. The second time when she was nearly there I spanked her lovely butt hard and she spouted all over me and the bed. Liquid everywhere.
The line you once uttered passed her lips 'Where did you learn to make love like THAT?' she asked. I just smiled at her as she lay alongside me. 'Oh my God', she said. 'I have never had anything like that before or a man like you. Will you see me again? I said yes I would.
I drove home afterward LL, having had three women in as many days, with a fourth lined up the following day. A rest on Thursday then fucking you LL on the Friday. Wasn't a bad life then...nor is it now.
Have a nice day ma'am
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