The first time with Helen

This story, to my shame, is absolutely on-key. To economize overplus to Helen of Troy, I have changed her name and some of the belittled details that might ease up a clue to her actual identity. I don't know who will scan this and would hate for it to get back to her and do any difficulties.
I met Helen on line. Her handle was"Lady of Kent ”. The schmooze line was a free forum, I can't remember which one it was now and it doesn't really matter. Just that it was the vehicle that brought us together. We chatted over various months, slowly discovering little snipping about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each early's stop of sight.
However, in the nature of these chat-lines, we got onto matter sexual. It was light hearted banter or flight of envision only.
Helen's sexual experience was limited to say the least. She had married her get-go fan and apart from a one off with somebody she had fallen for various years before, had never stepped out of her marriage. The one off was something she regretted deeply and realised that he had groomed her for his own gratification. It was only the one time.
Sex for her, was the once hebdomadary missionary status, no multifariousness, no upheaval and very likely, nix more than something working. Her marriage had lasted for 18 age and, apart from the initial setting up abode and having children, had become stale and boring. I guess Helen was at the point in her life when she looked critically at herself and realised that time had passed her by and if she didn't do something quickly, she would be too old to find that spark of fervor she read about in magazines. I suppose she might feature also thought that her girls, three of them, were holding her back from her desire. Helen wanted to get wind, go to college and suit ego employed as an controller. A dilemma to any cleaning lady, the wrench of self development and paired draw of motherhood, something Helen felt acutely.
I, on the other hand, could be considered something of a trollop. My dick pointed the way and I invariably followed. I rarely, if ever, refused the chance to fuck an available woman. My thirty class wedlock had survived by some miracle, mostly because I had managed to go along the two slope of my persona come apart and also, I loved my wife. Loving her though wasn't enough for me. I liked the tingle of the hunt. I liked the subjugation and compliance of will. I had had many lovers over the xxx years, but always came home to a wife who loved me totally, with a screen religion that I really didn't deserve. Sex between my married woman and I was anything but boring. Jen had discovered her liking for thraldom, luminance sadism and masochistic sex. It made for worry nights and repeated washing of bedding.
Lucky man you might reckon. I would experience to harmonize, but I had a greed and hunger and as I said, loved the frisson of the hunt, chase and entry. Helen of Troy was, initially, the next case of my attention. Chatting with her on-line was role of that hunt where, by stealth I gradually broke down her defences until we met one fateful day.
Neither of us could be called unadulterated specimens of the man race or particularly beautiful, but, in that short meeting on a cheery day at a Jutish zoo, strong-arm attracter had been added to the on-line fantasy we had developed. We didn't make love on that number one meeting, but subsequent chats on-line took on a completely new guidance. Gradually, Helen was persuaded that she really wanted to be intimate my brains out and vice versa. I could be a calculating motherfucker, but that is just one of the weapon system in the arsenal of a successive sex piranha. Helen really had become enmeshed in a web of my making, my yap if you like. All that was needed now was the opportunity to spring it, then, once sprung, have my way and notch her as another conquest. ( I will offer no defence to any accusation that I was a double-dyed damn ).
Helen provided the perfective tense opportunity. She was to trip to London with the party she worked for and be the representative on their stand at a wine exhibition in Olympia. Although she only lived approximately two hours travel away, she decided to stay in town. Now, I am sure that in the back of her head, the fortune to expend a Nox or two, away from habitation and in the arms of a buff, had more than than a little to do with her planning.
I visited her while she was on the stand selling the vino her boss had brought up from Kent. Of class, she had dressed for the social occasion and looked fab. Wickedly, I goosed her and was pleased to see her blush orange red while offering tasters to prospective customers. How she kept a heterosexual person typeface and horizontal surface voice as she spoke to them with my hand up her doll from behind heartbeat me, but she did.
Helen had to be careful. Her boss was around and he knew her married man very well. I suppose the peril of discovery added to the chill. She had been booked into a bed and breakfast locally to Olympia for the two Night she was to be away. I had other theme though and had booked a suit in Selsdon Park Hotel just outside of Croydon. The toll I though, was Charles Frederick Worth it and would of row, impress her. Looking back, that might stimulate been a error. It led to all kinds of troubles and recrimination, eventually to disastrous consequences to her marriage.
The show finished for the day. Helen of Troy went to the B & B with her gaffer, which complicated things a little and meant some frantic text substance asking me to wait and then having to modify plan so that we arranged to meet at Victoria station.
pretense tiredness, Helen of Troy retired early, leaving her boss at the bar to go to her room. Carefully, she left the brassy hotel and made her way to Victoria Station and me.
We picked up my car and drove out to Croydon. Selsdon green is a five star hotel. An old building covered in ivy. It sat in all-encompassing formal gardens with a terrace lawn and has a backup golf course of action all around it. A Nox there is a small portion in a entourage but as I said, worth the expense.
Neither of us wanted to eat when we arrived and checked in. The food looked sumptuous, but our appetency were squashed by a mixture of excitement and nerves. The suite was all it could be, on-suite cascade and can, huge bed and a well-stocked mini-bar. The décor was a small dark for my taste perception, but the carpet was so riotous, it felt like you sunk into it.
Helen of Troy looked at me, silent and looking daunt, like a coney in the heading lamps of an on-rushing car. I asked if she was okay and if she wanted to game out of what we had planned. Somehow, she answered in the negative, despite the croak of a dry throat. I went for a shower, leaving her to prepare herself, make whatever calls she needed to and try to calm down a bit.
She was under the bed covers when I came back into the room. They had been pulled up to her chin, her clothes dumped over the armchair in an untidy good deal, suggesting that she had hurried so that I didn't watch her get strip. I could interpret that, could understand her jumpiness and trepidation. It was after all, her first real elicit experience, her first prison term of a planned intimate encounter outside of her marriage and also, the realisation of a shared fantasy between us, evolved from so many on-line conversations. I thought it safe to just take things easily. It was just as well I had put on the bathrobe hung in the shower room because I think she might have bolted if I were naked, such was her nervous condition.
We shared a Scotch malt whisky and soda water, with me sitting on the sharpness of the bed while she trembled under the covers. I stroked her cheek and smoothed her hair, trying to get her to locate. Gradually, the trembling subsided as the scotch and easy stroke soothed her.
Inch by column inch, the bed covers slipped from her as she sat and sipped her scotch. We spoke about anything that came to beware in a random order of illogicalness, delaying the moment that would be the low gear footprint to an two-timing conjugation and something beyond where she thought she would ever go.
Gradually, I stoked her neck and shoulder, working my way down until I could release the canvass from where she had it trapped under her arm Inferno. I wanted to see her breasts. I wanted to fondle them and get to make love her torso more intimately.
She put up a relic resistance to my bridge player tugging the sheet. It was not a life-threatening attempt to go along covered. The sheet slipped down to around her waist and revealed her tits. They were small with turn back nipples and looked out of proportion with the rest of her. Helen was quite tall, had quite wide hip joint, but her tits were very small for her eubstance size of it. I cupped one, which fitted in the medal of my hand quite comfortably.
"They are too small."She said and looked apologetically at me."I don't wear a bra most of the time."I could see that she was embarrassed by their proportional size.
"They are pure. Any bigger would be a waste."It was an old line and not very archetype, but I hoped it would make her feel better."Helen, you should never feel embarrassed about your physical structure. It is an astound affair and can do so much to a greater extent than you know."Her inverted mamilla had now become pronounced as it grew hard under my fingerbreadth."You see how it responds ? It truly is a singular thing."
I took her spyglass from her trembling fingers and placed it, with mine on the bedside cabinet.
Having brought one mamilla to the Earth's surface, I thought to do the same with the early and then with both at the like time, using both hands.
"That's nice."She said, visibly getting into the feel of her tits being treated to a first class massage. Both mammilla were now standing proud, not very big, but the dispatch reverse of inverted.
I pushed her back gently until the pillows were supporting her in a resistless position. It allowed her to observe as her tit became even harder. Little buds sticking up from small areoles of a darker skin tonicity than the whiteness of her body.
"I love your freckles."I told her as the sour spots became apparent. They covered her shoulder joint and bureau and I truly enjoyed seeing them. I slowly bent at the waist to kiss the nipple nearest to me, drawing the small nub between my back talk and teeth. Helen thrust her chest forward, offering herself to me, to my mouth and the warmth of my glossa. Lightly, I gripped with teeth and flicked the tip of my tongue over the inculcate tip of her teat. My advantage was to feel it season even more and a moan of delight escape from her mouth.
I realised that I hadn't kissed her yet. In my haste, I had just gone for the teat and had forgotten to startle at the beginning. It was a bit late now, but I thought important to do. After all, I intended to fuck this charwoman, but for it to be the way I wanted it to be, needed to get the fundamentals right so that it was the intimately for both of us.
I wriggled onto the bed proper to lie alongside her. My bathrobe had hit the storey leaving me in boxers. My left-hand arm scooted under her head word and I drew her into a passionate kiss. Our breath and glossa mingled while I caressed her white meat. It seemed I had done the veracious thing. Almost immediately, Helen's breathing space became nettle, her body arched and her legs opened all-encompassing, ready for my entry. I was in no haste though, we had all night and I desperately wanted her to get the shtup of her life. I wanted her to receive an orgasm, something she had admitted to never having had before or thought she hadn't. It was my destination to allow for her with her first and hopefully, the best she would ever have.
The kiss grew frantic as her need rose. I let go of her breast and touched her quim, pleasantly surprised that she had not shaved her hair off. I love a bare quim, but sometimes, eau-naturale is just as dear. I hit upon her clit and gave it the slender of strokes with a fingertip. Helen of Troy gasped into my oral fissure and drew her knees up, making access to her sex easier. She was soaking already. Her lubrication had seeped into her hair. I had never known a woman get so wet so quickly.
My forefinger slipped into her easily. I imagined what it would look like, buried recondite inside her while her hair closed around my knuckle. She gasped again and then made throaty dissonance as I finger fucked her. I slide a second finger inside. It is a much stronger ministration where reenforcement is given to the hooking massage of my finger to her G spot and makes for a more powerful, less straining action, giving bully pleasure.
Without too much thought, I added my little finger and then all four finger were inside her. Helen of Troy was bucking her hips, driving my hand deeper inside. We had stopped kissing, concentrating on just the contact of my hand. I had not met too many women who could accommodate a whole hand, but it seemed that the more I crammed inside her, the more she liked it. I briefly thought about fisting her, but decided to get my quarter round pad on her clit instead. I believe she could receive taken my whole hand without too much problem. This was something new for me.
Helen's was thrashing about now, her legs straightening and then bending rapidly. Her breathing came in gasp and her back arched. Her climax was very penny-pinching and I found that it pleased me to have her in such a body politic so soon.
"Stop !"she shouted."hitch !"This was something else that was new for me. None of my previous buff had ever cried for me to stop. I hoped I hadn't hurt her."I need to reside for a moment."She said, again apologetically.
"Are you okay ?"I asked, concerned that I had done something she didn't like.
"I'm fine, it's just… well it was all too a good deal for me. I have never felt quite so… I don't know."I thought that her reserve in saying the quarrel that described her getting close to orgasm was perhaps a katzenjammer from her bringing up where sex and all the character that go with it are a dirty Scripture and something to be ashamed of.
And then, I knew, Helen was afraid of experiencing a full on climax, as if it were some hidden line in the sand that she dared not intersect. Perhaps she thought it would be the ultimate betrayal of her marriage, as if being in bed with me wasn't. Perhaps it was the reverence of a grown char, going to some property she had never been to before.
"Helen, it is okay. You are allowed to enjoy yourself. I want you to cum."
"It just… well no one has ever got me so close. I didn't… I don't… I have never got there before and it felt like everything was going crazy. It scared me a bit.
There it was, this woman who was a yr or two short of being forty, was frightened of the power of her body. Had never experienced the beauty of a wax blown orgasm and likely opinion she never would. Faced with the prospect, in a link with somebody former than her husband, the enormity had hit her and put her in unfamiliar territory. I suppose it would be daunting, but with no acknowledgment full point, I didn't know what to say.
Still with her head on my arm, I lay back beside her and began to just stroke her, hoping that, if I started again, she would flow into the natural scheme of things.
"That was powerful."She murmured. I've never had that occur before."
"But did you like the feeling ?"My hand was cupping her boob with my quarter round rubbing over her erect mamilla, squeezing it gently, between pad and the side of my finger."Helen, I can take aim you further if you want. It would be my pleasure, but only if you can consecrate in to the joy of it."
"It's just… Oh, I don't know. Let's take it slowly eh ? See what happens from there."
I could own taken that as a finale, an, I don't want to go there again, but I had my own agenda and filling her belly, with my spend, was top of that list.
I started back at the beginning, kneading her tit and kissing her mouth, exploring with my tongue. Gradually, in little steps, I was working her backrest to readiness. inexorably ramping up her desire, nick by notch. In careful increment, I had her creaming again around two finger's breadth that entered her, but took things a lot more slowly. I thought perhaps that getting her to the brink live metre, had all been too immediate for her. After all was said and done, we had only been here for a short while. I was hoping that, by doing matter a little more slowly, she would stimulate time to savor the delightful smell her soundbox could provide.
Helen of Troy was bucking her hips again. At first, she followed the rhythm method I set as my fingers massaged her G maculation, but then, as the sensory faculty built, she took over the pace, thrusting her hips up in ever increasing pace and urgency. Four fingerbreadth were spreading her sex and her button was being mercilessly rubbed by my quarter round. I could feel her closeness, could sense her inner wall clamping and then, her legs straightened out and her arse lifted off the bed. Helen crammed her fist into her mouth to contain from screaming as her number one climax smashed through her. It lasted for various s while her stage trembled and her physical structure shook uncontrollably.
I rolled her towards me so that she was lying on her side, facing me while she came down from the pinnacle she had just climbed. It allowed me to stroke her lowly back in soothing circles of fingertip contact.
"Alan has never done that to me."She admitted."I have never felt anything like that before. It was fantastic. Thank you. It was beyond grand. Oh wow."
I have never been a selfish lover ; deriving as much pleasure from taking my partner to the highest high I can possible grasp as having my own orgasm.
"Alan doesn't know what he has missed then."I suddenly knew that he had missed out on one of the most accommodating and marvellous sex collaborator I had ever had the perquisite to have met. Helen's capacity for sex was without bounds. If only he had taken the trouble to find out.
I realised she was crying, tears trickled over her short nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her husband couldn't care less. All he wanted was a quick fuck on a Saturday Nox with no regard for her wants and needs. It made me sad to think that she had had to waitress for so prospicient to experience the overwhelming crescendo of an all-consuming orgasm. But, at the Sami time, I was pleased that it had been me that had taken her there.
Eventually, Helen calmed and we began to kiss again, her passion radiated out from her as she began to go aroused. I fondled her boob which now had hardened nipples, puckering the skin of her areoles in piffling peek of demand. I suckled on them and teased with my lingua. She clung to me, forcing my backtalk harder against her breast.
I lightly ran a finger across her stomach which produced a tremor from her. I was finding areas of her body that responded to stir and stimulus. I loved the geographic expedition and delighted at each new place. The interior of her elbow had her gasping as I gently nibbled and pinched her hide with my teeth. That and cupping her sex, rather than entering her, soon had Helen writhing, her articulatio coxae gyrating in pelvic thrusts as she rubbed her sex against my hired man. She was soaked again. Her secretions coated my hand and her fuzz and I marvelled at her ability to be so gear up for me.
Without breaking middleman, I rolled her onto her back and threw my leg over hers until I was between her thigh. I waited for a little patch, staring into her centre that looked back at me, wanting and pleading. Slowly, I entered her body, pushing my cock into her, inch by inch. It was divine and her heat enveloped me in a quick cocoon. Starting really slowly, I pushed into her bequeath sex, keeping eye contact, my paw kneading her tits. Helens knees came up as my replete distance slipped inside and then withdrew, only to be pushed back again until I bottomed out.
Gradually, the pace increased. As much as I wanted to come in, I intended this to last as long as possible and for her to get the utmost out of it. She deserved the very best of me and I intended to grant her that. I was acutely aware that she had been extremely brave to be here in the first plaza. Had entered into something she had no fore knowledge of and was in a world of the very different. That bravery deserved to be recognised and rewarded.
I settled into a easy pace. One that meant I would lowest for a sane spell and would allow me to boil down on her body in the quest to find all of her erogenous zones one by one. I found that her knocker were possibly the most antiphonal, but so was her tummy when a finger lightly grazed over the instruct peel. It was a pleasure, discovering her articulatio cubiti liked attention and that her cervix, just below her ear would take a shit her thrust up to meet me.
I decided to try a new position. Eventually, with some awkwardness and a bit of giggling, she got the idea and straddled my prone body. I had to guide myself inside her until she got the hang of gyrating her rose hip and grinding her sex into mine. She knelt up, supporting herself with her paw on my dresser. Running my fingers lightly down her back made her shudder as she set the pace. Her heart were closed as she revelled in the sense our physical structure were giving her. She took the time to get each new delight while keeping up the steady tempo of our coupling.
With some difficulty, I managed to slip a digit between our bodies to rub on her clit. The added pressure tipped her over the sharpness. Helen of Troy came again. She stuffed a clenched fist into her mouth to stifle her shriek. She probably would have stopped there and been quite satisfied, but I had other idea and maintained the jab, keeping her on a senior high school until she came again, soaking my cock with her cum.
I wriggled out from under her parted thighs and laid her pile, facing away from me, her nates in my lap and her knees bent. I entered her once more and began to jazz her deeply while cradling her head in the crook of one arm and stroking her knocker with the early. Helen of Troy began to thrust back at me, meeting my forward presses, driving me rich inside her. The step quickened as my indigence to cum increased. I gripped her hip to gain purchase and began to ram into her, much harder than before. She managed to celebrate pace with me, forcing my first appearance to her inner astuteness, squashing my glob between us, but I didn't attention. The build-up to release was deliciously close. My cock was completely rigid as it plunged inside her like a steady ray of light of over enthused nerve conclusion. Suddenly, the instant arrived. I sunk as deeply as I could, grasping her hip in a tight travelling bag and scene my seed into her, my body stiffened with the effort of ejaculation and Helen, realising that my moment was here, shoved back on me to wee surely she received every last morsel.
She turned over after a few bit and clasped me to her, her top dog with its tousled hair's-breadth rested on my chest.
"I had no idea sex could be like that."She said in something like a whisper.
We slept until the alarm clock buzzed in the good morning. Neither one of us felt like food after we had showered. Helen had to get back to the B & B before she was missed, so an early start was needed.
We may as well not accept bothered rush, it turned out. Alan, her husband had been calling the B & B all night, wondering where his wife was. Her boss was frantic with vexation and probably a lilliputian guilt feelings that he hadn't looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to confront the music, uncollectible, she had to do it on her own and I felt guilty for that.
It was the beginning of the end of her marriage. Alan said he couldn't corporate trust her anymore, even though he didn't get hold out about us until very a lot later. She and her boss fell out eventually and things became so bad for Helen of Troy that she contemplated felo-de-se. Fortunately, I talked her out of that, but there were desperate clock time. Helen of Troy realised that she was married purely out of drug abuse. She didn't like Alan and told him so. After a few months, they split. Helen of Troy had the three girls in the sign they owned, he moved in with a relative down the coast.
We met several fourth dimension over those month of her severance up. Sometimes we made honey, but most prison term not where she was in such an emotional mess. She didn't want me to move in with her, preferring to keep me at a length until she sorted her intellect out. I would throw made that rift from my Marriage, I would not have liked it, but I felt as if I owed it to her. In true statement, I was as much an worked up wreck as she was. I had fallen in erotic love with this woman and was now enmeshed in a triangle between my wife and her. It wasn't how it was supposed to be and I was completely confused.
Eventually, Helen of Troy got her liveliness back on an even keel. Had begun classes for bookkeeping, something she had been doing for a number of year for local businesses, but without the reservation. She moved menage and gradually settled down. She also made it clear that I was not required. She might forebode me to descend and chatter if the girls were away, but those times were purely on her own damage and that was fine with me. I have to say that, each visit was as cheering as our first time and well worth the two 60 minutes crusade. Helen of Troy had never had a cock in her mouth. I promised not to cum unless she wanted me to. She didn't. Neither had she ever been fucked in the arse. Between me and a vibrator, Helen was soon screaming the place down as I unloaded in her beautiful arse.
And then she began to try out. She sent me a couple of photographs of her, in a leather thrall suit, being serviced by two men she had met online. Helen of Troy was entering into a menstruation of her life history where her new found freedom was to be explored to the maximum. I worried somewhat, that I had woken the Kraken and advised caution. She laughed it off, but I felt creditworthy and more than shamefaced for my part in her electric current situation.
Our touch became fewer and further between. Helen didn't answer many of my email and blanked my calls quite often. That was okay with me, but it didn't halt me worrying about her. I doubt I would hold forgiven myself if I read she had had some kind of tragical end.
The last I heard from Helen was to send word me she had found a new erotic love and was to be married soon. She was happy and the guy knew how to keep her happy in all agency. conscience absolved, I was happy for her and wished her all the honey in the world. She deserved it and I believe, had at last found it.
Actually, it wasn't the last time I heard from her. She let me jazz that she is a nanna now and that she hoped I was okay and that, yes, she was happy and settled and complete, for the beginning sentence in her biography. The thank you was most poignant.
Without question, Helen's receptive consistence and her electrical capacity for dear have found no equal on my part. I am transport that she has now found the joy that sex can bestow and with a better half who provides her every need. It is my privilege to take helped her discover that .