For LL in the UK
There are shots here taken in towns and the countryside. I've even interspersed the ladies with a few nature photos, for a change.
This lovely photo of Rachel was taken in a woodland a few miles from Cambridge in 2006. She posed for numerous shots that day in June of 2006. Tall and slim Rachel was a really nice woman, from the university that I met via a dating site (not the one you and I used). To my surprise given her age she agreed to meet and we did in the March of that year.
From there after two or three meetings we ended up in bed together - hers to start with, then mine. Despite her position, a quite serious one, at the university her other side was quite mischievous and naughty, hence the photos taken that day in the woods.
She also wanted me to 'take her' outside in those very same woods LL so I did, three times. It's always exciting outside as there is always the risk of being seen/discovered. Despite having sex outside many times being discovered has never happened and didn't on that day.
Sarah. What you might call a session in the sun, LL. No wonder I went off you! That wasn't the only reason, of course as you well know.
France 2007
Lizzie. Taken near Quakertown in her backyard.
Chrissie in the meadow left of my home when viewed from the front. The cut pathway was courtesy of my ride on. The bare boobs courtesy of Chrissie.
Bare boobs and riding on. That certainly took place and the rest of her was naked too. I rode her, she rode me. Those two years of seeing you LL were made all the better by the women I met up and down the country after you played away and up and down on them of course.
Lake District 2004
Not saying where, but it was some way from you and from places like Keswick. She didn't live there - we rented a place for about four days. Her name is Kate, or Katie as she preferred. What a wonderful week that was. What made me smile at the time was that you were at the beginning of that week with all your hang-ups, deceit and dysfunctional family and I had Katie to look forward to.
Katie all week and then a short trip back to your front door on the Friday.
Oregon 2016
Isabel
California 2018
Client.
Hope. No not an aspiration LL, but her name. Another client, but one who was after a little more than mere photographs. She got a lot more. In fact, she was almost exhausted when we had finished and her lovely hair was a bit of a mess. Why do men 'neglect' women like this. That I will never understand. I am sure you know what I mean by neglect LL.
Mid 2004 at my old home LL in the company of the delightful, pretty and very sexy Lorraine. I was totally unaware that this woman lived on my doorstep until she called at the house. I guess it wasn't surprising given that for most of the day I was at work.
Long story as to how she came to be sitting where she is, studying one of my father's Charles Dickens volumes from the early 20th century. However ...
.... she had heard that I had lost my wife, probably on the village grapevine. I heard the doorbell ring one morning and there she was. After hello's and her saying she had called to see how I was, having explained she had heard of my loss the year before, I asked her in. We went into the kitchen. I made tea for her and coffee for me. Then we sat in the day room on the two separate couches. Me on one she on the other.
I didn't know that she had known G, my late wife, but she had, through the hairdressers and beauticians. We sat and talked about her and, to be frank LL, I started to well up. Her loss was still quite raw, despite the front I put on for you. When I did Lorraine moved from the smaller couch to the large one, sat beside me and put her arm around my shoulders. I leaned against her until my emotions subsided.
Lorraine, or Lori, was wearing shorts and a blouse top. I could smell the freshness of her hair as I leaned against her shoulder. That was nice. Being where I was I couldn't help but notice the tops of her breasts withing her partially open blouse LL. Combine that with her bare legs and I was having thoughts that were really not appropriate at that point in time. I sat up and Lori's arm moved off my shoulder and round my waist. I turned toward her and thanked her.
We sat there looking at each other and both of leaned forward, Lori pulling me toward her with the arm she had around my waist. She kissed me and I returned the favor and put my arms around her. My notes tell me that I could feel the warmth of her body through her thin cotton blouse. they were tender kisses LL not passionate ones. Well, not a first but then both of our emotions got the better of us and I first felt her tongue in my mouth, exploring, then her hand on my crotch, briefly, before it returned to my back.
We both knew where this was going to end. She placed my hand on her breast, albeit beneath her blouse and encased in her bra. We continued kissing LL, softly and gently, but we were both building up a head of steam until Lori asked me to take her to bed. We went to my bedroom, stripped naked and soon her gentle voice was replaced by 'Oh, oh, oh' beaten out rhythmically, as I thrust in and out of her pussy. We were both nicely lubricated because Lori was quite wet when she came to bed and just wanted me inside her, urgently.
Next thing, she shouted out 'Oh, oh, oh my God' and she came. I wasn't even half way there,but her contracting pussy and tummy, and her face told me she most certainly was. Breathless briefly, we changed positions and she mounted me, lining up with my erection and then slowly sliding all the way down it. She sat there for a moment and I felt myself re-growing inside her, larger and more rigid. Lori smiled down at me and then started up and down on me, resting her hands on my chest.
I rested my hands too ... on her perfect boobs. I caressed them until she reached a point where I knew she would come again and then I squeezed them repeatedly until that squeezing resulted in an outflowing of her cum, juices and a lot of shouting when she hit the height. Her eyes rolled a little, her mouth opened wide and then she was done, collapsing on top of me. We were still conjoined and I enjoyed her contractions once again, throbbing against my cock.
Eventually, she rolled off onto her back, somewhat exhausted. I took her ankles as she lay there on her back, pulled her gently across the sheet toward the edge of the bed where I stood and then hoisted her legs in the air. Lori held them there looked at my cock as I moved between them and accepted that I was going to fuck her again LL.
I slipped in easily. She was swollen, wet and inviting and so I went all the way in to my hilt, then out, in, out slowly building Lori had gasped when I started now she was just uttering mmm's and the occasionally 'That is so nice'. I upped the tempo, she started to moan. She spread her legs wider, as though she wanted to swallow me in her honey pit. I was getting there and Lori moaned and whimpered with pleasure as I entered my final furlong. I could feel myself reaching that point of no return.
Then Lori came. Her cum flowed her voice uttered ...'Oh, yes, yes yes!' and I could control myself no longer. Out came my semen, shooting into her at the same time as her pussy was contracting uncontrollably for what seemed ages. It kept me hard for a short while and then we both collapsed on the bed. I cuddled her, holding her in my arms as she curled up and wrapped her lovely body around me. I sucked her nipples and then we lay side by side.
' Oh God Peter, that was so good and I needed that release so much. It has been a long time. Where did you learn to make love like that?' That last sentence seemed very familiar, I am sure you will agree LL. I didn't enlighten her n her question, but I told her it was also a lovely release for me too. Lori, as I said lived in the village, back at home with her parents after a relationship of some time had ended in 2003.
I didn't ask why she decided to go to bed with me. I was just pleased that she had LL. As we lay there she asked me to continue to hold her. I did, caressing her gently. She rolled onto her tummy, leaned over me and we kissed. One of the best kissers I have met and she lived on my doorstep LL. When she leaned over me Her firm slightly upturned breasts were just above my chest. When she kissed me I could feel her nipples brushing against me. We stayed in my bed (rather than on it) until late morning when Lori asked if she could shower. I gave her a towel and showed her the bathroom.
I watched her walk naked from the bed toward my bathroom when she said come on, you can watch me. You may recall LL that shower was only big enough for one, much as I would have liked to join her, so I settled for sitting on the toilet seat and watching her lather her body all over and rubbing her hands all over her curves. When she was finished, she stepped out and I handed her the towel. She was dripping wet of course and wrapped the towel around herself. I stood she walked forward smelling lovely and fresh, put her arms around my neck and we kissed again. She was in that towel, me in my boxers.
The towel came undone and dropped to the bathroom floor so, as we kissed I had her damp naked body pressed against me. That was lovely even though I became a little damp too. After that Lori slipped her panties on and her blouse, unbuttoned, no bra or shorts. She picked the latter up and asked me to show her around, which I did. It was in the formal dining area that I took the shot above. She had espied my dad's Dickens books and was browsing through one she had studied at school when I took the photo.
Her parting remark that first time? 'My legs will be wobbly for a week!' I watched her walk don the driveway swinging her hips provocatively. She knew I was watching. Then before she disappeared she lifted her dress a wiggled her bare buttocks at me.
Lorraine and I had an arrangement LL. She loved the sex she had with me. I loved the sex I had with her. At thirty something we were never going to be in a full relationship due to our age gap. However, we both agreed that we could meet for sex and the occasional meal, but be free to look for others in our lives. That came to be a nearly three year 'relationship'. Whenever we wanted to meet up either of us would call the other to arrange a meet. That way neither of us 'walked in' on the other if we were 'entertaining' someone else, which I most certainly did. I never asked Lori and she never asked me - we just enjoyed each other and each other's bodies, for three lovely years.
Our second 'meeting' was four days later. She was one hungry lady.
No wonder I manipulated you into leaving LL, given the way you behaved!
I had been travelling over that way from Norfolk from when my old friends from Norwich moved to Tewkesbury. The opportunity arose to catch up with someone else I once knew from my banking days. Namely, Tina, above.
She had moved there when she was in what seemed a semi-permanent relationship with some guy. Turned out it wasn't, but Tina decided to stay anyway. I had mentioned Tina to an old buddy who provided me with her email address. Tina was a bit younger when she worked in my office in Norwich, but obviously with the passage of some eight years, was now older and in her thirties. I emailed her, we spoke on the phone and she invited me to stay... 'for old times sake'.
I have always enjoyed the company of women and they seem to enjoy mine, so I went. I had no agenda beyond a stay and to explore the area with Tina. However, Tina had a different agenda which involved her 'old manager' giving her a good fucking every night (and sometimes during the day) for four/five days.
Tina had certainly grown since we worked together and in one area in particular. Her breasts had filled out more than I recall of the little bumps hiding under her bank uniform. Now they were of a size that fitted my hands perfectly and they were nice and firm as well. Things were a bit tighter when it came to her pussy, but that had more to do with my thickness than her pussy and once she was aroused and dilated all became quite smooth and slick.
As I was staying for nearly a week, we didn't go at it hammer and tongs, but we did enjoy each other quite frequently - at least three times a day. I have to say it was a nice change from grabbing a day or two with a woman LL.
Tina was one, just one, of the reasons you didn't see me every weekend that year. All your own fault of course. I would have been 100% loyal if you had, but you spoilt everything quite early on, leaving me free to 'follow you example'. In the grand scheme of things, you lost, I won. You lost what I have and enjoy, the wealth the homes etc etc. I gained the company of women far superior and far more attractive.
... and a little eating out on the ranch in 2014 - with my late wife, LL.
Italy 2007
This was after we had made love, or at least that what we both thought, but the site of that behind, her damp body and her own inclination t open her legs again for me, proved too much of a temptation for us both. Having spent the late afternoon fucking and caressing, the early evening proved to be just as fruitful for us both. We both showered afterward, second time for Mariella and then went to dinner. Collapsed into bed together around 11.30 pm and Mariella made one further demand on me before we slept ... very soundly!
The morning came and so did Mariella, twice.
I was on a business trip in connection with my photography and also my Italian passport application. I still carry,or have,four - USA, UK, Italy and Australia.
Never thought I would end up sun bathing north of LA with a naked woman, but here's the proof above LL. You were (sexually) a dim and distant memory by then. Now, I can hardly believe I even had sex with you. I certainly wasn't myself back then. As you have learnt, you really didn't know me at all, did you. But Elizabeth the lady above knew me intimately....as I did her.
London 2017
Upstairs, downstairs LL. Except I am not lord of the manor and she's not the maid. Her name was/is Amelia. I was on the landing and she wanted to pose naked in that position so I could take this shot. We had started out as photographer and client. We ended up as pretty much equals in bed. Taken in North London in 2017. She had no idea how wealthy I was, although she wasn't short of a buck or two LL. Some women really revel in having an older man fuck them and Amelia was one of them ... and there have been plenty over the years since your day.
When all is said and done, I would have been a fool to turn down a body likes hers when it was offered to me on a plate... or rather on a bed. I watched her walk upstairs after this shot. Her boobs were so firm they hardly moved as she climbed he stairs. then it was the bedroom - no lights, no camera, but plenty of action.
I am not going to describe our few days at her place in any detail - suffice to say she was quite an athlete and very, very vocal.
The sun going down over the Pacific in Montecito high above the town, cast that shadow across Karin's groin area. Quite a nice shot I though. I have few shots of her naked as she wasn't in favor of them. Hence, the way she is covering her breasts.
That isn't to say she didn't bare herself totally in bed, or not open her legs. They went high and wide more times than I can recall...including 2020. Long legs, great boobs and a hunger for satisfaction. I was in heaven then and since LL.
Who is Karin? A divorced friend.
Somewhere near Brougham to be precise LL. Holly was someone I chatted to online and I told her that I lived part of the time in your home town LL. True to an extent, I guess because I 'lived' at your place part of the time.
I guess I was more than a bit naughty as I used to leave you, spend a night with one of the ladies I knew (and knew) in Penrith. Then often on a Tuesday, I would spend a day and night with Holly and maybe catch her again on a Thursday now and again. She understood I had business in London and never enquired too much because she was getting what she wanted ... like you were LL.
A bounce back in time from Karin in 2017, I guess, which brings me to the matter of her bed. It sported a soft (too soft for me) bouncy mattress, the effect of which was to make Holly bounce under me. I would thrust down and the bouncy mattress would bring her soaring back up against me. That, because her clit was being hit each time, made her come quite quickly and quite often. The mattress wasn't the only thing that bounced either. Her boobs would bounce beautifully as I fucked her unless I had them in hand, so to speak.
She really enjoyed my 'servicing' visits and I enjoyed her. She was in her thirties, nice body as you can see above and wanted as much sex as she could get from me. You once said, after we parted, that there were plenty of women out there that want to get laid. Well LL, I already knew that eighteen months before we left each other.
Norwich 2005
This lady worked at a real estate agent I used and I used around four or five back in those days. Which provided more than a few encounters with the office ladies. Jen was one such. I'm not sure if word had gotten around or not but she came onto me first of all when she accompanied me to a property i was interested in buying at Taverham. Bit of a coincidence because earlier in the year that is where I spent some time with another lady while she was house-sitting for her parents.
On the first occasion nothing happened unless you call her flirting outrageously, leaving more buttons undone on her blouse than she would have dared to do in the office and 'accidentally' rubbing her breasts and legs against me. I'm neither immune or inured to these signals, so I went with the flow. We left and drove back to her office, buttons now done up, although she was showing a lot more leg than she had on the way out.
Jen suggested that she show me another property I might be interested in (talk about innuendo LL!) I agreed to another visit the following day. It was all a ploy of course. I looked at the place from the outside as Jen unlocked the place. It didn't fit any of my criteria and the brief I had given her, but I played along because I knew what she was after. We went inside and upstairs to one of what I supposed was a bedroom.
There on the carpeted floor was a fairly new looking mattress. Jen walked up to me and placed her arms around my neck and we kissed. When placed my hands on her behind she merely moved them down and under her skirt, so that I could place them on her skin. Then her hands left my neck and found their way to my belt and zipper. I was undone. I found the button on her skirt and shortly after it fell to the ground. There was no stopping us now LL.
I was out of my trousers LL. Jen had taken her blouse off, no bra but that little top you see in the photo above. She lay down on the mattress and started removing her panties. I took them the rest of the way down to her ankles and off. I had risen of course what red-blooded male wouldn't with a naked woman laying before him. Jen pushed her little top thing up to display her breasts. OK, they weren't large but they were firm and I found out quite responsive to my touch.
First things first though. I knelt between her splayed legs and put my mouth and tongue to work on her pussy. She came then LL. She tried to bring her legs together but as I was now kneeling up between them she couldn’t. I looked down at her pink pussy all wet, oozing and experiencing its own contractions. When those contractions subsided I slipped my cock into her. That resulted in her second coming. Jen was enjoying our lovemaking more than I expected. In my normal fashion I had held back my own climax so that when I rolled off her that second time, I was still erect, or almost.
Jen knelt beside me after she had recovered and decided to take my cock in hand and get it back to its full size. I reached up and fondled her breasts. The combination of that and her hand and mouth did the job. She straddled me and impaled herself on me, rocking to and fro to begin with as my hands did a tour of her body ending up where they started on her boobs. She cam quite quickly through her rocking motion, no doubt due to her. Rubbing her clit against me.
Then she collapsed forward panting as she recovered, her tits dangling over my face. I drew her down and closer and then licked,and flicked her nipples and sucking on them, She loved it. With my erection still well embedded inside her I started thrusting upward in and out. She matched my movements and within a few minutes we both came right at the same time. A rare occurrence in my experience, but a very nice one.
The photo above is of Jen right after we had finished. She laying there with her legs clamped together, recovering. After we had cleaned up and dressed and were about to exit the house, Jen turned to me, pressed her body against mine in a big embrace and said, ‘Thank you that was all wonderful’ I told her she was lovely and I had enjoyed every minute of it too. When we returned to her office car park and she was about to get out of the car she said, ‘ What I heard was right, you are very good, very good’. Then with a cheeky smile she left. I sat there for a while smiling to myself before I drove off.
Jen showed me a number of properties over the ensuing months, two of which I added to my portfolio. On every occasion bar one (wrong time of the month) we fucked each other. Normally a case of skirt up panties off and with me trousers part way down. We did it standing up or from behind with Jen leaning over someone’s kitchen counter or table. If they only knew. Jen had a hunger on her most times and we often had hardly entered the property before her panties were off and her legs were apart for me.
It wasn’t always on property visits either. We managed to meet up during her lunch hours and find somewhere to get our satisfaction. A few overnight stays at my place were also part of our time together. If I was away for a while or ‘otherwise engaged’ she would phone or text as she was frequently horny. When I could LL, I was only too happy to oblige her often several times.
Chipping Ongar, Essex 2004
Norfolk 2005
Nubile Nicola. Strange how certain things come about LL.
Nicky worked at the small store in the next village to mine and sometimes delivered the papers to me in her small car, when required. A couple of times she drove up my driveway and I was outside with my camera and tripod. She asked whether I was a photographer and I told her (at least at that point in time) that I was a 'gifted' amateur, with the emphasis on the inverted commas.
The next time she appeared it was some weeks later, in early May. On that occasion I again had my camera out and Nicola asked if she could see some of my photos. I showed her a selection on my laptop and we enjoyed a drink together while we did. Tea for her coffee for me LL. Luckily I was the last delivery on her round so she was able to stay a short while. Nicola asked me if I would take her photo having seen some of my portrait shots, macros and those of the natural world. I told you LL you didn't really know me and you didn't. Needless to say I didn't show her my photos of other women in my life!
We arranged a date for some photos and I suggested she stay for lunch on that day, too. Nicola arrived looking very attractive in a summery dress, rather than the jeans and tops she wore when delivering the papers. I took photos inside and out. Luckily it was a sunny day. Head and shoulders, full body, some in garden and some in the meadows around my house. Nothing naked or intimate.
That all changed the fourth time I saw her at her small home just over two miles away. She invited me over, I guessed as a thank you for lunch and the photos. Sometime after I arrived she asked if it would be against my rules to photograph her topless. Silly woman, although she wasn't silly at all, because of course I would.
I remember that June day, it was hot LL. I was in smart shorts and a polo shirt. She was in a top and cotton skirt. I had my camera, but no tripod on this occasion. It was more than apparent that Nicola had a nice figure just below her cotton outer garments. When she started to unbutton her top there was at least one upper garment missing - her bra. As she removed her top she said she hadn't worn one because she didn't want strap marks on her skin. That reason could be taken both ways. The other way being that she had another agenda in mind. She did, but that only unfolded a little later.
Her breasts were lovely LL. Just from looking at her I could tell they were firm and their shape was perfect with her nipples slightly upturned. In fact her nipples were erect. I should have realised from that fact alone that she was horny. However at that point she gave no indication of her desire. I took her photos face on, at an angle, in profile and from below. After I had finished those few shots she came and stood beside me so she could view them on the camera.
That close and topless, I was getting ideas. As she leaned her left beast brushed my bare arm and that got me stirring down below. She was fiddling with her skirt as we talked about the shots. I thought nothing of it until there was a slight rustle and her skirt fell to the floor. That was when I discovered another undergarment was missing ... her panties. From that point photographs were almost for gotten, but I did manage to get some great nude shots later ... some time later.
Earlier I referred to Nicola as being nubile and she was. A ripe sexual beauty, she exuded that sexiness as she stood there undoing my shorts. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and lost the remainder of my clothes in quick order LL as luck (or more design on Nicola's part) we were a short distance from her bedroom. Nubile was the word most definitely. Her curves, when she placed her hand on my chest and my hand on her chest. The feel of her hip as my other hand caressed her thigh and bottom. All firm all silkily smooth and then well she let my erection slip between her legs wrapped her arms around and me around her and we kissed. She slid to and fro on me until she was quite wet.
You will know LL where it went from there I'm sure ... and yes Nicola was definitely a 10/10 against you 4/10. To be frank, there was no comparison whatsoever. She was gorgeous and adventurous and allowed me to unload inside her ... unlike you. Her newspaper deliveries from there onward came with benefits for both of us from then onward. Not every occasion, but most. I told her how fantastic she was in bed and she told me that I was without a doubt the best she had ever had. After encounters like those with Nicola and all the others you were clearly slipping away in my plans for the future.
Once you were totally encompassed in those plans but you had to play around. I gave you enough rope, until 2005 and then I decided to manipulate you into leaving. You didn't disappoint me. That was your final test on 'commitment' or rather your total lack of it.
The photo above was taken at Nicola's cottage one afternoon in July 2005
Puerto Banus Spain 2006
A lovely German lady called Jutta (pronounced 'Yutta', LL). She told me the English equivalent was Julia.
I had rented a villa there on my own for a week, mainly so I could familiarise myself with the area. I was due to make a substantial profit on the six houses that were being built in Norwich, so was looking around for investment opportunities, above and beyond my property business.
Jutta was staying in this villa which was below mine on a hillside, the landward side of the motorway. You may recall it from your visits with the fat man. Anyway, we got to chatting down the hillside as she waved to me the first afternoon. I was by my pool almost but not quite, looking down on her small villa.
She invite me down. I went. After all I was on my own and only relaxing with a book.
Jutta was fun. Never let it be said Germans don't have a sense of humor.
We spent that afternoon by her pool which is when I took the shot above LL. We went out to dinner and the next day we went out and about together, relaxing by her pool again in the afternoon. We also went out to dinner again that day, but not before we spent the latter half of the afternoon in her bed, fucking each other. That pattern repeated itself pretty much until she had to leave a few days before I did. I think she got a lot more bedroom exercise than she anticipated on her vacation. I know I did!
Oxfordshire 2006
Sarah getting very wet and looking very sexy. Naturally, LL she had to strip off afterward ....
California 2015
Naughty Caroline not far from LA. My old Merc in shot too.
Whitsunday Islands, Australia 2009
Kirin - vacation. Wonderful beaches mostly empty LL , rather like Kirin -bare. Her preferred state.
Devon 2008
Bit closer to home. My home back then, that is.
Claire enjoying a small break with me. Flexible lady from Newmarket.
California 2009
Client, well she was when we started out LL. Too many neglected, divorced or plain single women when I was there, back then. The 'rewards' were very satisfying for all parties.
Italy 2007
I haven't a clue who she was, but she posed, if that's the word, for this shot and I took it. Nice ass, wouldn't you say.
Norfolk 2005
Naughty broad by the Broads. Norfolk broads that is, of course. I had no idea Jan was not wearing panties, although I knew she had no bra under her dress. She decided to show me and I took this shot. I was very familiar with her lovely arse, if you follow my meaning.
France 2016
Despite it being only just over five years ago, I only have a vague recollection as to how this French Canadian lady and I ended up at my place in Souillac. That is undoubtedly due to the fact that having only met each other the previous evening and then joining her at her table - we started off separately - that we drank too much. Luckily, the few miles I had to travel home were up single carriageway lanes with no chance of meeting anyone or anything or any cops. Apart from being surrounded by thousands of wild walnut trees it is very quiet in the hamlet where my home is.
Juliette was to an extent a little naive or to put it another way, not too worldly in the bedroom. Having said that we both tumbled into bed together naked that night, made love once and neither of us could recall anything more. Come the morning we had fully recovered. I made coffee and served Juliette in bed. She was sitting up when I returned, her breasts bare to the world. That morning her naivety was improved by a good few degrees LL and she enjoyed every minute of it. By day three she was joining in actively. The shot above was taken outside that first morning. The gown provided by me (someone else left it behind!) to cover her modesty outdoors. You could say in this shot - loosely.
Devon 2006
Taken on Dartmoor one evening.
Hampshire, UK 2008
Helen The umbrella was my idea. The panties only was hers. I didn't complain LL. Not my first visit. That was in 2005.
Norfolk 2005/2006
This shot was actually taken in 2006 after you had gone. It was taken at 6.15 a.m. somewhere on the North Norfolk coast. Obviously I know where,, but as Vicky still lives there even now, I'm protecting the lady. Looks great doesn't she. When I compare women like this with the shots I have of you, it makes me wonder what I was thinking .... being with you LL.
She was separated at that time, by the way and a lady needs a man from time to time, hence my presence. Time to time became frequently the more we saw each other.
Kath was quite a sexy woman and one I met purely by chance in 2004, which is when this shot was taken LL.
I was in London working. If you recall LL I was on a committee at the ABI back then - the Association of British Insurers. That day we finished at lunchtime. Normally I would have enjoyed lunch in the City with other members, but this particular time I was going to Oxford Street for something. I decided I would get a bite to eat there. Getting off the Tube at Oxford Circus in a crowd I made my way to the escalator and the exit.
That was when I firs met Kath, LL. She had slipped on the escalator right in front of me, no doubt due to the heels she was wearing. I helped her up off the steps and she stood taking both shoes off. I held thos as she balanced herself just in front of me. She had torn her tights and wasn't putting any weight on her left foot. With my support she limped out onto the street.
Long story short LL, I suggested she needed to rest her foot and as I was on my way to lunch asked her to join me. I was in a business suit and tie. She was merely on a day in Town. I looked about and managed to hook a cab in Regent Street and asked him to take us to Selfridges. A relatively short walk normally, but ... We settled in one of the restaurants and I asked for a bag of ice for Kath's foot, which they brought. She was bruised and thankfully had neither sprained her ankle or broken anything. (She wiggled her foot around for me).
That lunch and resting her foot, stretched into the mid-afternoon. I guess her day out was spoilt and I sympathised on that point LL. Kath was worried about her tights (I haven't used panty hose, which I'm now more familiar with living in the US). I offered to go and buy some. She laughed and asked if I had ever done that before. I told her I had, for my late wife many times. She told me the denier, color and size and off I went having ordered coffee for her.
Looking back now it occurred to me LL, that maybe she thought I might not return leaving her with her bruised ankle, torn tights and the tab for lunch. I did return of course. Kath went to the ladies room changed her tights and I paid the bill. I had my small mission to complete and so I left Kath browsing in John Lewis, telling her I would be back in an hour or so. She was waiting for me as arranged and we took a cab to her station and I saw her onto the train before heading home myself.
Kath had been profuse in her thanks for my help in her 'hour of need' and we exchanged details. There's a phrase - the kindness of strangers - and when I rang kath late that evening to make sure she had gotten home OK, she used it. We decided that we would meet up again and she invited me down to her home. I promised her dinner, she made no promises of any sort ...just in case you are wondering LL.
I stayed that first night and we slept together, making love before sleep and again the following morning. She said she had developed a 'taste' for me as the previous evening had been so good for her. From there we saw each other whenever we could or felt inclined. Given her lovely body, I was always 'inclined'.
The shot of her on the couch was taken six months after the ankle incident, at her home. She loved sex, was dynamite in bed and looked great naked or dressed. We are still in touch, unlike you LL. But hey, you have your very small life in a small town with a small outlook, so what do I care. My horizons were always far wider than yours and still are.
Have a nice day ma'am
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