The Beginning's Third Chapter: Sixteen
Moving to Mandy's
After wrapping up my work for the week, I headed to Mandy's place at 3 PM on Friday, an unexpected early finish.
Stephan was still at the studio, waiting for Misch to arrive for a photo shoot.
Once there, I spent a leisurely time in the bathtub. Instead of dressing after my bath, I took a look at myself in the mirror and appreciated the fact that I had lost a few pounds. My appearance was more relaxed, my hair and complexion were looking great, and I felt fantastic.
I fixed myself a drink, a Cinzano lemonade over ice, and settled down on the sofa to relax.
I thought about my photography and the various sexual experiences I've had, some good and some not so good.
I realized that, except for Lainey, I was happy with my life.
I've made the decision to move into Mandy's house. It's more convenient for my current relationships and I can be closer to my loved ones.
I'll have to let go of my cottage when I return from America and Japan. But the only downside to this arrangement is that I need to make a slightly longer commute to the studio each day.
I also plan to hire an assistant at the studio to reduce my workload. This would give us the freedom to have just a friendship outside of work.
Stephan has offered his help and it's been invaluable.
My evening with Gail started late because of the traffic in London.
We enjoyed a fish and chips meal that I cooked and had a couple of glasses of wine each.
We finally made it to the bedroom and indulged in a steamy session of lovemaking.
I was touched by Gail's kindness towards me, especially considering my sore bum hole.
Gail was a warm, loving, and attractive woman.
I hoped that our whimsical feelings for each other could evolve into something deeper.
Gail and I had mutually enjoyed our sexual escapades, full of sensations that pleased both of us with multiple orgasms.
After our shower, we toweled off and climbed into bed.
With our legs intertwined, we rubbed our slippery vaginas against each other while gently kissing and caressing.
The combination of friction and pleasure resulted in us both experiencing breathing-taking orgasms.
We indulged in a day spent naked, touching, and caressing, sharing a deep emotional connection.
Listening to sensual dance music, I pulled Gail close and ground myself against her, our breasts and pussies rubbing together, creating an elated feeling.
Gail kissed me fervently.
Then, on her knees, she pulled my butt cheeks apart and began licking my clitoris, alternating between teasing me and bringing me close to the edge.
In response, I held onto her head, urging her to keep going.
Finally, releasing a forceful climax that left my legs trembling, I climbed back into bed and invited Gail to do the same.
Wanting to express my excitement and satisfaction, I said, "Wow, that was fantastic, Gail."
Gail kissed me and smacked my bottom again. "Now you know what I like."
Feeling our warmth and intimacy, we stayed in bed together, constantly touching and responding to each other's needs.
I knew that my sexual relationship with Gail was different from my other encounters. She was tender, reliable and stable, offering a level of comfort that had been missing in recent relationships.
I found myself enjoying the day naked, lost in our connection, huddled close together, longing for more intimacy.
The care and attention we gave to each other was beautiful, uncanny, and wonderfully satisfying.
I fell to the ground of the living room.
Gail moved quickly, pressing me facedown and keeping me still with her weight. She held a hand between my legs, rubbing my clitoris vigorously, making me push against the floor while trying to delay the pleasure, but wanting to extend it.
My struggle prompted my rear to rise, allowing Gail to nestle her head between my butt cheeks.
She used her tongue to explore my anus, stimulating me, licking with her firm tongue, still fingering me with her hand.
I responded by spreading my legs, lying on the carpet, displaying my submission by spreading my buttocks with my hands and widening them as much as possible, offering her unrestricted access to my anus.
Her long fingers joined her wet tongue and slipped inside my sensitive cavity.
The sudden anal penetration caught me off guard.
She managed to pass through my tight anal sphincter into my smooth, hot, forbidden hole as she lightly and slowly fucked me with her fingers, then almost completely pulling them out to the point of my sphincter, eliciting the natural response to force them in and out.
She then plunged her skillful fingers back in deep.
I came repeatedly, one orgasm following quickly after another, unable to determine how many times she satisfied me, unconcerned.
I thought I had reached heaven with the happiness I experienced.
Gail removed her fingers from my stimulated taboo hole, leaving me aroused but feeling empty behind me.
Gail rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top in the sixty-nine position, licking my vagina as she rubbed her genitals against my face, eagerly riding on my mouth and nose to achieve her orgasm.
During the process, she covered my face with her thick, sticky, tangy, sensual-tasting juices as I was engulfed by her open vulva and fleshy labia, making it challenging for me to breathe.
Forcing me to gasp for air, tasting her sweet juices aroused me, leading me to clamp her head between my thighs.
She rode my face till she reached a climax, falling to the side shaken by the aftereffects, collapsing shortly after, smiling through her tangled hair.
Aspiring to maintain control, I went to the studio on Sunday to retrieve an important file.
I asked Gail if she was interested in viewing it, and she excitedly agreed.
Gail inquired, "What type of photography do you adore most, Eli?"
Honestly, I confessed that I didn't really know.
I showed Gail around the space, discussing my work. She admired and complimented my photography.
I located the file I needed and suggested we head to my cottage. There, I intended to collect my soiled clothing, launder my underwear and work clothes at Felixstowe, handle incoming mail, and listen to my voicemail.
Organizing myself in this manner would have been challenging. While I was handling my work responsibilities, I'd fallen behind on daily chores.
We arrived at the cottage in a matter of minutes, parking near High Street.
Upon entering, I led Gail to the lounge and removed her coat to hang up. I prepared tea for both of us. She examined my photos hanging on the walls, soaking in the entire scene.
After listening to my messages and retrieving my mail, I showed Gail around the cottage. We ended up in my room, where I fetched a bundle of underwear, the makeup I needed, my passport, and soiled clothing. I took it all, along with some laundry detergent, in a bag I'd brought from Felixstowe, intending to wash it over the coming days. I felt embarrassed as I did so.
Gail noted that she thought my cottage was fantastic.
I failed to hear her due to my preoccupation. She laughed at me.
"You are anxious because you're not fully in command. I have a service company handle my washing and ironing. I'll call them on the way back."
I had never considered having someone else do my laundry, but her suggestion appealed to me.
With bags full of laundry and a suitcase, we left for Felixstowe. Gail phoned the service and engaged in a pleasant conversation with someone named Varna. Gail scheduled them to collect my load in about an hour.
We unloaded my car and swiftly went through the house, tidying up excellent, including stripping two beds and remaking them, gathering anything that required cleaning, including the underwear I'd used.
I borrowed one of Mandy's thongs, which Gail assisted in placing, smoothing it over my bulge and warming me up with desire.
We bundled it all, and I made a sandwich for us. We ate it in the lounge.
At the scheduled time, the front doorbell rang. Gail went to address it, returning with Varna, who gushed excitedly in an Eastern European accent, "[Your city], [Your street]." Gail made arrangements with Varna, who departed with the sack.
Though fully aware of Gail's pronunciation blunder, I appreciated her advice.
"Varna is delighted to meet you; I'm looking forward to taking care of your needs, dear."
Gail grinned at me.
"I want you to provide the same services for Eliza as what you normally do for me. Satisfy Varna completely, is that clear?"
I took a good look at Varna, who was gracefully bending over for Gail and me to see inside her bags.
Varna's stunning features included her pinned-up blonde hair, accentuating her elongated neck and high cheekbones, standing tall at five feet eight inches, with her slender figure, endowed with large breasts unencumbered by a bra, long, tanned legs, and an incredibly appealing derriere clad in tight baby blue panties.
Varna accidentally came in contact with my now discarded soiled panties, then secretly, and observed by me, brought her hand and panties to her nose to detect my scent. Her actions betrayed the realization of where they had originated, and her own sensual preferences.
Gail moved close to Varna, took her hand, and held it between Varna's and hers, putting her lips on both their fingers while kissing them at the same time. Watching this relatively simple act was mesmerizing and intensely erotic.
Gail pulled away.
"Varna, do you understand this request, yes?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Yes, Dr. Gail, I do, I will."
The erotic environment dissipated when Varna began collecting the remaining bags.
Gail and I transported them to her estate car and filled the trunk.
"Varna will meet you on Wednesday for your service during the night. She'll call you first to inform you of her arrival. She requires your phone number."
Varna stated in her broken English, accompanied by a soft, sultry voice.
We exchanged numbers and sent each other flattering photographs.
"You'll save my picture with your contact details, right?"
I nodded and smiled at her.
She got in her car and departed, giving me a peek at her panty-filled crotch as she deliberately parted her long, slender legs in the process of arranging herself.
It was a stunning sight, with the sheer promise of the bulging panties.
She waved goodbye as she pulled away.
Fred stopped by in his patrol car.
After asking how I was, he inquired about Gail and went on to compliment me.
"Everything is fine with me, Fred."
"Thank you for your assistance and care of this property. Let's treat you to dinner to express my gratitude."
He hugged me and drove off.
Gail and I spent a wonderful evening together.
However, her phone emitted a notification signaling an incoming text message.
"My manager."
She stated, looking at her phone.
"Deni is unwell and needs me to cover for her as a speaker at a conference in Birmingham. I must return home immediately to pack my bag and travel early tomorrow to arrive by ten a.m."
I cried out, "What? You'll be back on Thursday?"
She squeezed me, placed her lips against mine, gyrated her hips in a sexually suggestive way, and then massaged my pussy through my thong. I rode her, eagerly eating out her juicy, dripping wet pussy when she hit her climax. Convulsing, she climaxed. She was a mess.
I touched my lips against hers.
"Think of me."
Following Gail's departure, I received a call from Stephan.
"Hello, Eli, will you need a ride to the studio tomorrow?"
"Yes, please,"
I replied.
Stephan further mentioned his changed schedule, stating he would provide additional details the following day.
I called Mandy to explain about making arrangements with Gary and Gemma, my house, the studio, and the fact that Stephan would be out of town. I didn't allow her to speak.
Oh wow, I spilled my heart out to her, telling her how much I adored her, how much I yearned for her, and how badly I wanted to be with her again. Since we were apart, I felt incomplete and longed for her presence.
I expressed it simply: "I love you so dearly, I crave you like crazy. You mean the world to me, my darling."
Sadly, we had to end our conversation for now.
I contacted Millie, who was delighted to hear my voice.
"So when's your next free day from work, Millie?"
"I have a day off on Wednesday. I only need to show up at ten in the morning to open up."
"I'd like to discuss some things that have been on my mind and make a proposal to you. Want to meet at the cottage for a talk?"
"That sounds like an intriguing conversation, yes I'll visit you at the cottage, I can't wait to see you, Eliza."
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