Lorna's Journals (Part Three)
Looking back at my handwritten journal from my first real "hands on" experience with Rex Davenport makes me feel yet again that rush of electric sex power that is the very force behind Rex.
I had slowly made my way home from Rex's lovely North London home. I walked for a bit and then eventually took a taxi to my place. Got comfy and really enjoyed Rex's photos and, as I said before, gave my clit one hell of good finger thrashing.
I slept so very little that special night. I lay awake with those mouth-watering visions of Rex in the various poses I had put him in for my lens and for my nurse-like explorations. The way his toned 40 year-old form remained so supple and so healthy. His skin peachy pink with vitality and his muscles so tight yet not exaggerated. That classical uncut cock flowing with foreskin and blessed with both admirable girth and length had made me lost in awe. Can a woman in her 60's be so cock-smitten? I loved nude men all my life but Rex Davenport's dashing looks and magnetic personality brought this man-love into a whole new realm.
Those lovely soft eyes in a delightful hue of green and his manly contoured face, strong featured with great cheekbones. I could also see why his well-groomed hair, all thick and golden-red was such a lure for eyes all around the streets of busy London...if only the onlookers on the street could see the gentle rusty coloured body hairs he sported in such a jaunty way. His six-feet of height alone was noteworthy as one gazed his way.
I knew Rex would be faithful to his pledge not to cum until we met again. I knew he wanted this whole "mother may I" relationship to bloom. I smiled the whole of the next day knowing full well my Rex was getting blue balls just for me! Nice!
Looking at all the possibilities for our next meeting I landed on two winners. A wonderfully bisexual man-woman couple I had known for years and swung with from time to time and a gay couple whom I had known for what seemed like forever. In either case, all the men were troupers and great lovers. Well, the gay couple I could only guess about being great lovers since they were 100% gay. I was just a sister-like best friend with whom they shared all the intimate details of their sex life with. I always found them very open to letting other guys into their bed and often it was guys who were younger and in need of some good solid man lovin'. Rex was in that category!
Phil and Raymond were nearly my age if not older and rich as Midas. They were retired, lived near the Thames in a luxury flat close to London Bridge and had a home in the south of France as well. They were articulate, artsy and dressed like the pages of a GQ magazine from the 70's. The clothes they wore were probably that vintage and all bought from London boutiques when they were considered the height of men's fashion. They were funny and caustic. I adored them!
A long, detailed phone call from me that day had wet their appetites for my muse Rex and I assured them he was open to any fun the two had in mind for our little after work visit. Since I knew Rex worked in a large advertising firm in central London, it seemed perfect to go to Phil and Raymond's place some afternoon for cocktails and more!
The old gents were both on the phone with me. The questions were non-stop. What was my mission? How did I meet him? I talked and talked. They asked about Rex's endowment...exact measurements. I said I never used rulers, only eye gauging and maybe in time, a good cunt fitting. But I assured them Rex packed a very BIG tool with silky foreskin to chew. They both audibly sighed over the phone.
They understood the whole voyeur thing and knew it meant so much to me. I could come clean with them in ways that most of my female friends could not cope with. Voyeurism was something intrinsic to me and these wonderful players knew it and respected it fully. They loved the idea of having us drop by for drinks and fun. The fun would be for the guys and the viewing pleasure was for this lucky lady! I asked if I could shoot photos and they said fine. I assured them it was all about Rex and they not need feel under any pressures to be in them. They laughed and reminded me that they both walked the Thames up and down every day as part of keeping fit and, more importantly, it was a super way to pick up lovers! Two fit silver haired daddies out for a stroll...and on the pull! I loved these guys! So bold and real go-getters!
I waited to until I knew Rex would be home from his work day and phoned his house. He seemed breathless and on edge. I asked what was up. No sleep, cock stiff as a board and copious pre-cum oozing forth all the time. I was in heaven.
"You poor thing, all hot and bothered and no end in sight!" I teased while Rex groaned.
