Getting into Gail
After working at the studio till everything was complete for the week's schedule. I left for Mandy's at three p.m. on Friday, an early finish for a change.
I had left Stephan at the studio expecting Mich for another shoot with her.
I got to Mandys and had a relaxing soak in the bath. I didn't dress after I dried myself.
I studied my body in a full-length mirror and liked what I saw. I had lost a few pounds and looked relaxed. My hair and complexion looked great; I felt great, and it showed.
I poured myself a Cinzano lemonade over ice.
I reclined naked on the sofa as I sipped my drink, reflecting on the change in my lifestyle.
I contemplated my photography, my sexual exploits, and the people I had shared my body willingly with abandon.
I concluded that I was happy overall, the only mishap, mistake, and misjudgement being Lainey.
I thought through what I was going to do in the future.
I would move into Mandy's house for several reasons, mainly because it seemed more convenient for my ongoing personal relationships.
I would let the cottage, coinciding with my return from America and Japan. The only difference would be I would need to travel a little further to the studio each day.
I would also take an assistant at the studio so that I would not impose further on Stephan. In my opinion, our relationship would be better if it were purely personal. Working together was meant to be temporary anyway.
He said he would help me, and he had immeasurably.
My evening with Gail did not start till eight a.m. due to her driving back from a meeting in London, hindered by heavier traffic than is considered normal for London.
We ate a meal of fish and chips that I cooked and drank a couple of glasses of wine each after clearing the dinner plates.
We were soon in bed, enjoying each other's bodies and making up for not seeing each other since last Monday morning. We tenderly made love, both being satisfied that we made each other sexually happy with several orgasms. She gave attention to my slightly sore bum hole, ensuring she massaged my rosebud with cream, smoothing it and exciting me.
I was amazed and heartened by Gail, her tenderness to my now easing discomfort. She was a lovely, caring and attractive woman.
I was hopeful that our liking of each other could develop. We shared sensible, more relaxed sexual acts than other partners I had experienced recently.
The whole thing with Gail was more like what I had with Bill. Gail seemed stable, comfortable and reliable, but like with Bill, not edgy, not wildly exciting, solid, fulfilling sex, not mind-blowing exciting but safe.
We showered together.
Gail soaped me all over and cleaned my pussy and bum hole.
I did the same to Gail, soaping her all over, fingering her anal ring and pussy, simultaneously eliciting a fantastic response, getting Gail to swear at me, calling me a cunt and arse-loving bitch, shouting at me to fuck harder as she climbed to her climax.
When she orgasmed, her legs gave way and slid onto the shower floor.
My fingers, being in her orfices, I had to follow her down. I was on top of her, wet soapy, turned on, wanting my release, so I humped her, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, my finger still dipping in and out of her bum.
I kissed her and rode her through another orgasm while I humped her to get off, water cascading over my back, shagging her hard, her back slipping on the floor as I kissed her, and she bit my lip, smacked my bum very hard, I climaxed.
"Fucking wow! just fucking wow!"
I exclaimed.
"That was amazing, Gail."
She kissed me and smacked me again.
"We both know what you like now."
She smiled.
"Come to bed Eliza before we both wrinkle like prune skins."
We dried each other bodies and lay on the bed, scissoring our legs, rubbing our slippy juicy pussies against each other, our lips gliding against each other, clits bumping on each other, getting enough friction to tip us over into breath-catching, panting orgasms.
Sensual, sexual fulfilment and a welcome experience for me, wonderfully satisfying and exciting.
How lesbian sex should be, I thought.
Tender sharing and safe.
We relaxed all day, staying naked, touching, caressing, kissing, feeling wanted, comfortable, excited at being needed, wanted, wanting more.
I found some smoochie dance music, pulled Gail to her feet, and ground my body wantonly against her, rubbing our boobs, nipples, and pussys together.
Gail kissed me firmly.
Getting down on her knees at my feet, she gripped my bum cheeks, her hands parting them, her fingers near to my anal rosebud, pulling me onto her mouth and devouring my leaking cunt, lapping the juices, nibbling my labia, probing my hole, licking my clit, getting me near, then easing off, then near again.
I held her head to insist she fucked me with her tongue, soon climaxing with such force my legs gave way.
I collapsed to the lounge floor.
Gail was on me in a flash, rolling me on my front, her weight holding me down, her hand under me between my legs rubbing forcefully my clit, making me push my torso up while trying to escape the pleasure, but wanting to prolong it.
My reaction caused my bum to rise to allow Gail to nestle her head between my ass cheeks.
She tongue fucked my bum hole, exciting me, lapping with her firm tongue, still frigging me off with her finger.
I responded by opening my legs, my face on the carpet, showing her my submission to her by parting my bum cheeks with my hands and pulling them as wide as possible, allowing her full access to my bum hole.
Her long fingers followed her wet tongue to my rosebud, insinuating two wet fingers into my sensitive cavity.
The surprise anal invasion made me gasp.
She pushed through my tight anal ring muscle into my smooth hot, taboo hole as she fucked me gently in and out, on and on, into me deeply, then almost out to the point of my sphincter, bringing me the natural reaction to force them out.
She then plunged her skilful fingers in deep again, on and on.
I was coming, repeatedly, one climax followed closely by the next, not knowing how many times she got me off, nor caring.
I thought I had gone to heaven with the ecstasy I experienced.
Gail removed her fingers from my sensitised taboo hole, leaving me well fucked but feeling empty back there and delirious.
Gail gently but urgently rolled me over on my back and mounted me in the sixty-nine position, lapping my pussy as she rubbed her cunt forcefully on my face, impatiently riding my mouth and nose to get her climax.
In the process, she soaked my face with her thick, sticky, tangy, sensual-tasting juices as I was smothered by her gaping open fanny and fleshy labia, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Forcing me to gasp for air, drinking her fragrant fluids turned me on, causing me to clamp her head between my thighs.
She fucked my face till she exploded with bouts of shudders, fell to her side shaking with the aftermath of the orgasm, going limp shortly after, smiling through her tangle of wet hair.
Sunday, I needed to go to the studio to get a file.
I asked Gail if she wanted to see it, and excitedly said yes.
Gail asked.
"What type of photography do you like best Eli?"
I honestly answered I did not know.
I showed Gail all around the studio and showed her images of work I had done. She was impressed and very complimentary about my stuff.
I picked up the file I needed and suggested we go to my cottage, as I required more clothes.
I wanted to get myself organised. Collect my soiled clothes so I could do the laundering of my underwear and work clothes at Felixstowe. I needed to collect my mail and get messages from my answering phone.
What was needed was to get myself organised. With so much going on, I was on top of the work side of things but had just got considerably behind with the basics.
We got to the cottage within fifteen minutes, parking my car nearby on High Street.
We entered together, ushering Gail into the lounge and taking her coat to hang up. I made her and myself tea. She sat gazing at my photos hanging on the walls, taking everything in.
I got my mail, listened to messages, made a few notes to order food and pay bills, and then showed Gail around the cottage.
We ended up together in my bedroom, where I gathered a supply of underwear, the makeup I needed, my passport, dirty washing and bundling it into the bag I had brought from Felixstowe, intending to wash it at Mandy's over the next few days. Slightly embarrassed as I did so.
Gail was telling me she thought my cottage was terrific.
