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By *assageMarie OP Couple
over a year ago
... for FUN with you? |
I met a new man today in a big forest near London. The weather had been hot and when he came in for a 'massage' during the week, we both struggled with the conflict between plenty of sex and a warm hotel bedroom.
"Wouldn't it be nice to do this somewhere cooler?" he remarked. 'This' of course was after the 3rd time he had made love to me and after I had squirted all over the bed. "Yeah" I said drolly "And we wouldn't have to tidy up the Hotel room after you!" It had been a long session. He was well over 50 but as fit as they come, or cum. I had enjoyed him and was thinking we shared a lot of passions... massage, music, outdoors, sex, sex, and sex!
As people who know me will know, I do like to give value for money and with the older man I like to offer extra time. What you may not know is that this is not just generosity but there is something about the older man that is more settled, peaceful and loving. Most of them are still married too and happy with that; I am just the bit of spare with no responsibility! I am happy with that and as I get to know my more mature clients I become friends and I hope they like me a little bit too?
"Can I ask you a question?" I said... "Do you like me?" He laughed, "That's really you... and I have only known you 2 hours! That was two questions in a short time." I cupped my breasts and looked down sheepishly. I had offended him and I had really got very fond of him in the course of our extended session. "What do you call a break in a long session of sex?" He glared at me... "Intercourse of course!"
He looked down at his penis. We were both squatting on the bed facing one another... "Well, Charlie, what do we think of Cesca?" Strange man, he called his cock 'Charlie' which was also his own name? I really never understand men. But, I was hoping Charlie (the penis) would give the right answer..
"Well, I reckon she is a bit of alright.Can you put me into her again and I will give you my final considered view?" I was wondering why Charlie (senior) was not answering my questions and was sliding towards me, arms akimbo, giving me a big hug and a kiss and, somehow, getting his cock into me again without either of us un-squatting! Amazingly, he came again for a fourth time and it was more loving and gentler than ever. I felt he was 'making love' instead of just screwing me. Was this his way of answering my question? If it was I was well satisfied with his answer.
"Cesca" Charlie said "You know when I wanted to kiss you after we had first met and you gave me the most wondrous kiss..." This was Charlie Snr. speaking, though I had kissed both of them on introduction. "I would like to do all this again in somewhere cooler and fresher with sunshine bursting through green leaves and traffic noise no louder than the gentle breeze in the leaves overhead. "I have a big old tent I don't often use now that the kids have left and I could put that up in a quiet part of the Forest if you would meet me there." "Mmmmm.. I whispered." "and I'll bring along my guitar and sing you a lullaby after we make love under the trees..."
"And how is young Charlie at the outdoor sex" I enquired. "Oh, he likes a cool breeze but I must bring a blanket; he doesn't like ants in his pants!" We both laughed and I agreed I would do it. "Really?" "Yes really. I love you both and I know I am safe with you and that we will have some good healthy exercise overnight. But will we be disturbed?" I asked in my usual fussy way. "We won't" he said. "If we are we will be able to hear them cumming." "And will you be able to stop cumming then," I said starting to get both horny and giddy at the prospect.
"I'll sit up, leave Charlie inside you, reach for my guitar and sing you an Italian love song. Anyone passing will think we are just a young couple. Which we are.." He looked at me and the 3 of us laughed so much. "It's a deal Charlie" and we shook hands or penises or whatever ...
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So today was the day and the two Charlies were waiting for me just down the short track (or so he had said?) beyond where I had found his car parked. I totally trusted Charlie by now but I was still relieved to hear his guitar start gently playing in the wood ahead of me.... It was a sweet sombre clever tune reminding me of Stefan Grossman or an early Ry Cooder.... very tasty. Like Charlie!
As I approached he walked towards me, embraced me and started to swing me gently to the same rhythm he had been playing. I led him away from the still hot evening sun and we sat down on a dry grassy mound under a big oak tree. Time for a long cuddle and to find out a bit more about Charlie _ the Man! It turned out that he was a Geography teacher and had traveled Europe with classes for many years exploring mainly the northern European countries. He had found that he could now just work part time and put much of his energy into his interests... e.g. women and music!
When I commented on this, he pretended to be shocked but I think he was impressed. "Aren't you the clever one now, Cesca? Let's see some more of your tricks." "Fair do's." Looking around I saw plenty of props, nice moss covered logs that I could straddle as we faced one another, other trees small enough to hug _ although I am not really a tree hugger. "Perhaps you might like to strip me and I can lean on that bough over there and it should be just the right height for you?" So we did that and it got me rather juiced up to feel him slowly taking off my few clothes _ a short flowery dress and a pair of knickers. That was all I wore apart from my shoes.
He liked my pale skin in among the greenery; it made me look a healthy shade of green that was soon to turn into golden pink as he hugged me from behind and took me doggy style. Thankfully I was wet and the dell was slightly misty with the cooling evening. "I don't think anyone will come along now but just in case you can put on my Tee shirt..." Charlie offered. "I think we are well sheltered from the front by this big bough and from behind by the blackberries."
"I do so love picking blackberries, Charlie." "And I do love fucking you in one of my favourite places." replied Charlie, "Are you comfortable there?" I told him I was very comfortable and he was welcome to work away there as long as he wanted. "Sure, if anyone comes along you can point out the various trees and the features of the landscape. "Might be as well if you stopped pumping me though?"
He laughed and we settled down for one of the coolest, sexiest rides I have had in a long time. I think Charlie was hoping someone came along so he could play the schoolmaster, but nobody came. As it got dark there was more sound from the forest, foxes barking, Woodcock flying overhead, and I thought I saw a small Owl cruising by! It was lovely. I heard voices coming from behind his tent but he assured me it was from the Golf Course across the valley.
"Are you OK, Cesca?" I was and I just love having a guy remain so hard inside me for so long. It takes a lot of skill and experience. Being full up of love is something we miss in the rushed modern world. I remembered when I was newly 'manored' we used to go asleep with my hubby's cock inside me _ and it was still hard when we woke up! Charlie laughed, "Me to, Cesca, me too..."
It was lovely out there but maybe it was time to move indoors as there were more flies flying too. So we picked up our clothes and walked in our outdoorsy boots across the clearing. I felt very natural, very horny, and very happy. I was hoping to stretch this night out as long as the 2 Charlies could last; they were doing all the hard work after all. And they were very hard, the man over 50_, not sure what age his cock was? We were like teenagers excited in love?
I entered the big tent, warm and gloomy inside, but cosy and with a lovely peaceful ... humm! It sounded like a tune, one of the slow ballads he had been playing when I had arrived. He turned me back towards the entrance and reached behind me for an unseen guitar. As he played along the humming turned to singing. How was he doing all this? Gradually the song strengthened and my eyes adjusted to the dark. I was surrounded by men, and I was naked apart from my boots. Charlie just laughed and lifted me up onto his cock (Charlie #2) and held me as he waltzed on the spot and introduced me to all his mates. There were 4 of them and all good singers _ a real Barber Shop quartet.
"Say hello to my Epping choir! We come here just to sing sweet songs peacefully together; it's so quiet here we can sing the gentlest of songs away from the wives and children." "Well Gang, this is Cesca, a special friend of mine. A good singer too. Will you sing and dance for us, Cesca?" "I will, gladly, but lower the light and let me put on some clothes."
So that's how I sang for my supper, to Charlies guitar and the his backing group, in a dark tent in a dark wood. Occasional sounds outside contributed to a pastoral theme;I was so chilled out. We swapped massages and kisses and I found them all as sexy as my friend Charlie. In fact it was so dark I couldn't tell them apart.
"Anyone fancy some sex _ apart from Charlie and Charlie?" I shouted out. "Yes please" was the softly song response. I laughed . There was no way I could distinguish voices so close was their harmony. Was it it 1 person or 4? "Sorry, could you all reply one at a time starting from the man next to Charlie. They did moving from Bass to Tenor as if they always sat that way. Perhaps they did; maybe it suited their microphones? There was no hesitation. Perfect timing, all solo, and the last one being Charlie and his guitar.
"Ok Charlie and troupe, some hot guitar and sensual singing. I will dance and sing and lie down for you!" So they took their turns and each one gently kissed and cuddled me and in that dark tent on a soft woodland floor we had sex. Charlie's playing was so erotic; he reached a climax every time one of his companions reached their climax only to slide back into a largo appassionata as the next singer moved into place on top of me.
We had a lot of sex that night but there was much love there to. I should have been annoyed at the 2 Charlie's hoodwinking me, but I wasn't. Like many women I DO like being screwed. It's all about how it's done _ and music and friendship are a great aphrodisiac.
Thanks for suggesting I write this one, 'CHARLIE'. I hope there is enough truth and enough fantasy in it to please you all. I have had many multiple sex parties but none quite like this.
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