Adventures

The first woman he met was in a university town in England. He'd been on his own a while and there were plenty of women out there that were in similar circumstances.

Her name was Joanna and after chatting via a dating site, exchanging some emails and a few phone conversations, he was invited one Sunday for lunch to her small row house - or terrace as they are known in the UK. Pretty well educated Joanna was a slim and relatively tall woman at 5' 7". That day she was wearing jeans cut to the hip and a light shirt, or blouse. She had fair hair and a figure that did all the right things in all the right places.

We got on pretty darn well. Enjoyed a pre-prandial drink in the intimate back yard on that beautiful summer's day. Then consumed a typical English Sunday lunch. We talked and drank more wine. She showed me over the house and we talked a little more. Following her up the stairs was a delight and in no way a hardship - she knew it too. Exaggerating the swing of her hips to emphasize her receptiveness. It was pretty obvious what was to come for dessert.

Upstairs comprised a bathroom - useful. A master bedroom and a smaller bedroom which was in use as an office and study. All told a modest place but beautifully decorated and furnished. Joanna showed me the study and I started browsing her book shelves. They say you can tell a lot about a person from the books they read. Good mix of quality fiction was in evidence with  quite a lot of classical literature and poetry including Rupert Brooke of course. From that the well informed reader will work out the location.

I become  more than a little engrossed in my perusal when I chanced upon a volume whose subject matter was sexuality and women. The volume was more prominent than the others - sticking out from the otherwise neatly serried ranks of more serious tomes. At that point I was distracted from my reading by the rustling sound of cloth in an otherwise quiet house. With book in hand I sauntered out onto the landing to find Joanna in a thin dressing gown in the quite feminine main bedroom.

Sunshine was filtering into the room from two sheer drapes that were gently blowing inwards from the almost full length window. She came towards me, smiled, and started to unbutton my shirt and undo belt. I didn't resist. In fairly short order with my assistance there wasn't much standing between us. Just a very thin dressing gown...and I mean very thin. She went to kiss me then teasingly she turned and faced away from me. In front her on the left side of the bed was a full length mirror - no bedside table. She smiled at me again in the mirror.

Slowly she lowered her gown down over her shoulders until it was at elbow height. This revealed here wonderful breasts. She was undoubtedly aroused in anticipation, as her nipples literally stood testament to that! The gown was lowered further to just below her beautiful buttocks and....then to the floor.

The mirror reflected her hour glass figure and the fullness of her breasts beautifully. A shaft of sunlight shone between the drapes describing a wavering line of gold all the way down her right side. It touched her fair hair and lit it up with streaks of gold then like a golden mercury streamed down her side tracing every curve as it it did.

I put my hands on her upper arms and was rewarded with a little shudder then I caressed her shoulders moving down her back until I was able to stroke her outer thighs softly. Moving to her waist she thrust her butt out toward me. I moved my hand s upward and caressed the sides of each of her breasts which were now more fulsome than ever. My fingers mover to her areola tracing the minute irregularities there but avoiding her nipples. By this time I was ready for whatever was to come....

Her skin was like silk beneath my hands. My hands were warm and she moved them with her hands so that they cupped her breasts. As I fondled her gently she placed her hands either side of the mirror in a way that meant she was leaning forward slightly. The shaft of sunlight now shone between us until it reached my groin and her but which was well and truly thrust in my direction. She gently moved to an fro against me which stimulated her and me even more. The result was wet and warm.