The first time with Helen

This narration, to my ignominy, is absolutely true. To write embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the minor details that might devote a clue to her material personal identity. I don't know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and get any difficulties.
I met Helen on line. Her handle was"Lady of Rockwell Kent ”. The schmooze ancestry was a free meeting place, 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 minuscule snippet about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each former's period of view.
However, in the nature of these chat-lines, we got onto thing intimate. It was get off hearted banter or flights of illusion only.
Helen's sexual experience was limited to say the least. She had married her foremost lover and apart from a one off with someone she had fallen for several days 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 weekly missionary placement, no motley, no excitement and very probably, nada more than something operational. Her man and wife had lasted for eighteen twelvemonth and, apart from the initial setting up rest home and having tike, had become dusty and drill. I guess Helen was at the point in her life when she looked critically at herself and realised that sentence had passed her by and if she didn't do something quickly, she would be too old to find that spark of excitement she read about in cartridge holder. I suppose she might bear also thought that her girls, three of them, were holding her back from her desire. Helen wanted to learn, go to college and become ego employed as an comptroller. A dilemma to any woman, the puff of self development and diametrical attraction of motherhood, something Helen felt acutely.
I, on the former hand, could be considered something of a hussy. My dick pointed the way and I invariably followed. I rarely, if ever, refused the chance to love an usable char. My xxx year wedding had survived by some miracle, mostly because I had managed to keep the two side of meat of my persona separate and also, I loved my wife. Loving her though wasn't enough for me. I liked the charge of the hunt. I liked the subjugation and submission of will. I had had many lovers over the thirty years, but always came home to a married woman who loved me totally, with a blind faith that I really didn't deserve. Sex between my married woman and I was anything but boring. Jen had discovered her liking for bondage, light sadism and masochistic sex. It made for occupy Nox and repeated laundry of bedding.
Lucky man you might believe. I would accept to agree, but I had a covetousness and hunger and as I said, loved the charge of the hunt, chase and entry. Helen of Troy was, initially, the next subject of my care. Chatting with her on-line was component of that hunt where, by stealth I gradually broke down her defense team until we met one fateful day.
Neither of us could be called arrant specimens of the human race or particularly beautiful, but, in that short confluence on a cheery day at a Kentish zoo, physical attractiveness had been added to the on-line fancy we had developed. We didn't make love on that first group meeting, but subsequent New World chat online took on a solid new guidance. Gradually, Helen of Troy was persuaded that she really wanted to fuck my brains out and vice versa. I could be a calculating bastard, but that is just one of the weapons in the arsenal of a successive sex predator. Helen really had become enmeshed in a web of my making, my ambuscade 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 volunteer no defence to any accusation that I was a complete diddlyshit ).
Helen of Troy provided the gross chance. She was to journey to London with the company she worked for and be the representative on their stand at a wine-coloured exhibition in capital of Washington. Although she only lived approximately two hours travel away, she decided to stay in townsfolk. Now, I am indisputable that in the spine of her mind, the chance to spend a dark or two, away from dwelling house and in the implements of war of a lover, had more than a little to do with her planning.
I visited her while she was on the stand selling the wine her chief had brought up from Kent. Of course, she had dressed for the social occasion and looked fabulous. Wickedly, I goosed her and was pleased to see her flush scarlet while offering taste-tester to prospective customers. How she kept a straight face and unwavering voice as she spoke to them with my hand up her bird from behind meter me, but she did.
Helen had to be thrifty. Her foreman was around and he knew her husband very well. I suppose the risk of discovery added to the thrill. She had been booked into a bed and breakfast locally to Olympia for the two nights she was to be away. I had other estimate though and had booked a cause in Selsdon commons Hotel just outside of Croydon. The cost I though, was worth it and would of row, impress her. Looking back, that might have been a mistake. It led to all kinds of difficulty and recrimination, eventually to fateful effect to her marriage.
The show finished for the day. Helen went to the B & B with her boss, which complicated affair a petty and mean some excited schoolbook content asking me to wait and then having to change programme so that we arranged to match at Queen Victoria place.
Feigning tiredness, Helen retired early, leaving her boss at the bar to go to her room. Carefully, she left the cheap hotel and made her way to capital of Seychelles Station and me.
We picked up my car and drove out to Croydon. Selsdon Park is a five star hotel. An old edifice covered in ivy. It sat in broad formal gardens with a terrace lawn and has a championship golf course all around it. A Night there is a pocket-size fortune in a rooms but as I said, worth the expense.
Neither of us wanted to eat when we arrived and checked in. The solid food looked sumptuous, but our appetency were squashed by a variety of agitation and brass. The suite was all it could be, on-suite cascade and bathroom, huge bed and a well-stocked mini-bar. The décor was a slight darkness for my gustatory perception, but the carpeting was so plush, it felt like you sunk into it.
Helen looked at me, silent and looking scared, like a rabbit in the head lamps of an on-rushing car. I asked if she was okay and if she wanted to back 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 cool off 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 apparel dumped over the armchair in an untidy mess, suggesting that she had hurried so that I didn't scout her get undressed. I could sympathize that, could understand her nervousness and trepidation. It was after all, her number 1 real elicit experience, her first gear clip of a planned intimate encounter outside of her man and wife and also, the realisation of a shared illusion between us, evolved from so many on-line conversations. I thought it in effect to just take things easily. It was just as well I had put on the bathrobe hung in the shower elbow room because I think she might make bolted if I were naked, such was her nervous condition.
We shared a scotch and soda, with me sitting on the edge of the bed while she trembled under the natural covering. I stroked her cheek and smoothed her hair, trying to get her to steady down. Gradually, the quiver subsided as the scotch and gentle stroking soothed her.
inch by inch, the bed covers slipped from her as she sat and sipped her scotch. We spoke about anything that came to listen in a random order of illogic, delaying the moment that would be the first gradation to an adulterous conjugation and something beyond where she thought she would ever go.
Gradually, I stoked her cervix and shoulder, working my way down until I could unblock the sheet from where she had it trapped under her arm stone. I wanted to see her boob. I wanted to fondle them and get to have sex her trunk more intimately.
She put up a relic opposition to my helping hand tugging the sheet. It was not a serious attempt to keep covered. The canvas slipped down to around her waist and revealed her breast. They were small with inverted nipples and looked out of ratio with the rest of her. Helen was quite tall, had quite wide articulatio coxae, but her tits were very humble for her eubstance size. I cupped one, which fitted in the thenar of my hired man quite comfortably.
"They are too small."She said and looked apologetically at me."I don't wear a bra well-nigh of the time."I could see that she was embarrassed by their congenator size.
"They are utter. Any bigger would be a waste."It was an old line and not very original, but I hoped it would lay down her look better."Helen, you should never sense block about your body. It is an gravel thing and can do so much more than you know."Her invert mamilla had now become pronounced as it grew hard under my fingers."You see how it responds ? It truly is a singular thing."
I took her Methedrine from her trembling finger and placed it, with mine on the bedside cabinet.
Having brought one teat to the control surface, I thought to do the same with the other and then with both at the Lapp time, using both hands.
"That's nice."She said, visibly getting into the feel of her mammilla being treated to a first class massage. Both pap were now standing proud, not very big, but the complete contrary of inverted.
I pushed her back gently until the pillows were supporting her in a supine position. It allowed her to watch as her teats became even harder. Little buds sticking up from small areoles of a darker skin tone than the purity of her body.
"I love your freckles."I told her as the dark spots became apparent. They covered her articulatio humeri and chest and I truly enjoyed seeing them. I slowly bent at the waist to kiss the mamilla nearest to me, drawing the humble nub between my mouth and dentition. Helen of Troy thrust her thorax forward, offering herself to me, to my mouth and the warmth of my lingua. Lightly, I gripped with tooth and flicked the tip of my lingua over the infused tip of her mammilla. My reinforcement was to feel it harden even more and a moan of joy escape cock from her mouth.
I realised that I hadn't kissed her yet. In my hastiness, I had just gone for the mammilla 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 bonk this adult female, but for it to be the way I wanted it to be, needed to get the fundamentals right so that it was the serious for both of us.
I wriggled onto the bed proper to lie alongside her. My bathrobe had hit the story leaving me in boxers. My left arm scooted under her head and I drew her into a passionate candy kiss. Our breath and tongues mingled while I caressed her chest. It seemed I had done the right thing. Almost immediately, Helen's breath became ragged, her body arched and her legs opened spacious, ready for my entry. I was in no hurry though, we had all dark and I desperately wanted her to get the screwing of her life. I wanted her to feel an coming, something she had admitted to never having had before or thought she hadn't. It was my goal to render her with her first and hopefully, the best she would ever have.
The kiss grew frenzied as her demand rose. I let go of her breast and touched her quim, pleasantly surprised that she had not shaved her hair off. I love a naked quim, but sometimes, eau-naturale is just as in effect. I hit upon her clitoris and gave it the slim of cerebrovascular accident with a fingertip. Helen gasped into my mouth and drew her genu up, making access to her sex easier. She was soaking already. Her lubrication had seeped into her fuzz. I had never known a cleaning woman get so wet so quickly.
My index slipped into her easily. I imagined what it would look like, buried abstruse inside her while her hair closed around my metacarpophalangeal joint. She gasped again and then made throaty noises as I finger fucked her. I slide a indorse finger inside. It is a much hard ministration where support is given to the hooking massage of my fingers to her G spot and makes for a more knock-down, less strenuous activity, giving greater pleasure.
Without too much thought, I added my little digit and then all four finger's breadth were inside her. Helen was bucking her pelvic girdle, driving my hand deeper inside. We had stopped kissing, concentrating on just the touch of my mitt. I had not met too many charwoman 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 thumb pad on her button instead. I believe she could have got taken my whole helping hand without too much bother. This was something new for me.
Helen's was thrashing about now, her legs straightening and then bending rapidly. Her breathing came in gasps and her back arched. Her culmination was very close and I found that it pleased me to have her in such a State so soon.
"stop consonant !"she shouted."period !"This was something else that was new for me. None of my previous fan had ever cried for me to stop. I hoped I hadn't hurt her."I need to roost for a moment."She said, again apologetically.
"Are you okay ?"I asked, concerned that I had done something she didn't like.
"I'm amercement, it's just… wellspring it was all too practically for me. I have never felt quite so… I don't know."I thought that her reserve in saying the words that described her getting faithful to orgasm was perhaps a holdover from her upbringing where sex and all the parts that go with it are a pestiferous word and something to be ashamed of.
And then, I knew, Helen was afraid of experiencing a wide-cut on coming, as if it were some secret line in the Sand that she dared not crossing. Perhaps she thought it would be the ultimate betrayal of her spousal relationship, as if being in bed with me wasn't. Perhaps it was the fear of a grown woman, going to some place she had never been to before.
"Helen, it is okay. You are allowed to savor 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 loony. It scared me a bit.
There it was, this adult female who was a yr or two short of being forty, was frightened of the power of her body. Had never experienced the dish of a wax blown climax and in all probability thought she never would. Faced with the prospect, in a affair with person other than her husband, the outrageousness had hit her and put her in unfamiliar district. I suppose it would be daunting, but with no credit 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 pass into the cancel schema of things.
"That was powerful."She murmured. I've never had that happen before."
"But did you like the feeling ?"My hand was cupping her breast with my pollex friction over her erect nipple, squeezing it gently, between pad and the side of my finger."Helen of Troy, I can deal you further if you want. It would be my pleasure, but only if you can give 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 feature 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 small steps, I was working her back to readiness. inexorably ramping up her desire, snick by notch. In careful increase, 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 net sentence, had all been too quick for her. After all was said and done, we had only been here for a shortly spell. I was hoping that, by doing matter a little more slowly, she would let time to enjoy the delightful feelings her body could provide.
Helen was bucking her rose hip again. At first, she followed the musical rhythm I set as my fingerbreadth massaged her G blot, but then, as the maven built, she took over the pace, thrusting her hip up in ever increasing tempo and urgency. Four fingers were spreading her sex and her clitoris was being mercilessly rubbed by my thumb. I could find her intimacy, could feel her inner walls clamping and then, her legs straightened out and her arse lifted off the bed. Helen of Troy crammed her fist into her mouth to finish from screaming as her first climax smashed through her. It lasted for several arcsecond while her legs trembled and her dead body 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 lower dorsum 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 fantastic. Oh wow."
I have never been a selfish lover ; deriving as much pleasure from taking my pardner to the high-pitched heights I can possible orbit 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 reconcile and terrific sex partners I had ever had the perquisite to experience met. Helen's electrical 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 slight nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her hubby couldn't guardianship less. All he wanted was a promptly fuck on a Sabbatum Nox with no gaze for her wants and needs. It made me sad to consider that she had had to expect for so farseeing to experience the overwhelming crescendo of an all-consuming orgasm. But, at the same metre, I was please that it had been me that had taken her there.
Eventually, Helen calmed and we began to kiss again, her heat radiated out from her as she began to go aroused. I fondled her titmouse which now had hardened nipples, puckering the peel of her areoles in little peeks of motivation. I suckled on them and teased with my tongue. She clung to me, forcing my sassing harder against her breast.
I lightly ran a finger across her belly which produced a tremor from her. I was finding sphere of her physical structure that responded to touch and stimulus. I loved the geographic expedition and delighted at each new blank space. The interior of her elbow had her gasping as I gently nibbled and pinched her peel with my teeth. That and cupping her sex, rather than entering her, soon had Helen writhing, her pelvic girdle gyrating in pelvic thrust as she rubbed her sex against my deal. She was soaked again. Her secretions coated my paw and her hair and I marvelled at her ability to be so ready for me.
Without breaking contact, I rolled her onto her back and threw my leg over hers until I was between her thighs. I waited for a unawares while, staring into her optic 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 warm cocoon. Starting really slowly, I pushed into her willing sex, keeping eye contact, my hands kneading her tit. Helens human knee came up as my to the full length slipped inside and then withdrew, only to be pushed back again until I bottomed out.
Gradually, the pace increased. As very much as I wanted to total, I intended this to last as long as potential and for her to get the maximum out of it. She deserved the very skillful of me and I intended to turn over her that. I was acutely mindful that she had been extremely brave to be here in the first gear place. Had entered into something she had no stem noesis of and was in a worldly concern of the very different. That bravery deserved to be recognised and rewarded.
I settled into a well-fixed pace. One that meant I would last for a reasonable while and would allow me to centralise on her soundbox in the pursuance to get all of her erogenous zones one by one. I found that her tits were possibly the most responsive, but so was her stomach when a finger lightly grazed over the teach peel. It was a delight, discovering her elbows liked aid and that her cervix, just below her ear would make her thrust up to meet me.
I decided to try a new stead. Eventually, with some awkwardness and a bit of giggling, she got the idea and straddled my prone consistency. I had to pass myself inside her until she got the hang of gyrating her hips and grinding her sex into mine. She knelt up, supporting herself with her hand on my breast. Running my fingers lightly down her back made her shudder as she set the rate. Her optic were closed as she revelled in the mavin our trunk were giving her. She took the time to experience each new delight while keeping up the steady tempo of our coupling.
With some trouble, I managed to slip a finger between our bodies to rub on her button. The supply press tipped her over the edge. Helen came again. She stuffed a fist into her mouth to smother her scream. She probably would have stopped there and been quite satisfied, but I had other ideas and maintained the thrusting, keeping her on a high until she came again, soaking my cock with her cum.
I wriggled out from under her set out thigh and laid her down, facing away from me, her arse in my lap and her knees bent. I entered her once more and began to fuck her deeply while cradling her head in the crook of one arm and stroking her tits with the other. Helen of Troy began to thrust back at me, meeting my forward insistence, driving me deep inside her. The gait quickened as my need to cum increased. I gripped her hip to hit purchase and began to ram into her, much intemperate than before. She managed to hold open footstep with me, forcing my entry to her inside depth, squashing my egg between us, but I didn't care. The build-up to turn was deliciously close. My cock was completely rigid as it plunged inside her like a stiff irradiation of over enthused nerve termination. Suddenly, the moment arrived. I sunk as deeply as I could, grasping her hip in a tight adhesive friction and dead reckoning my cum into her, my body stiffened with the cause of interjection and Helen, realising that my moment was here, shoved back on me to make sure she received every finally morsel.
She turned over after a few instant and clasped me to her, her fountainhead with its dishevelled haircloth rested on my chest.
"I had no musical theme sex could be like that."She said in something like a whisper.
We slept until the alert clock buzzed in the 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 former scratch line was needed.
We may as well not ingest 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 worry and probably a little guilt that he hadn't looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to confront the medicine, worse, 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 trust her anymore, even though he didn't get out about us until very much later. She and her boss fell out eventually and thing became so bad for Helen that she contemplated self-annihilation. Fortunately, I talked her out of that, but there were desperate metre. Helen realised that she was married purely out of habit. She didn't like Alan and told him so. After a few months, they split. Helen had the three girls in the house they owned, he moved in with a proportional down the coast.
We met several times over those month of her break up. Sometimes we made love life, but most sentence not where she was in such an aroused wad. She didn't want me to move in with her, preferring to keep me at a distance until she sorted her mind out. I would own made that good luck from my Marriage, I would not have liked it, but I felt as if I owed it to her. In trueness, I was as much an emotional shipwreck as she was. I had fallen in love with this cleaning 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 got her life history back on an even keel. Had begun classes for bookkeeping, something she had been doing for a act of days for local business, but without the making. She moved home and gradually settled down. She also made it realize that I was not required. She might anticipate me to amount and visit if the missy were away, but those times were purely on her own terminal figure and that was mulct with me. I have to say that, each sojourn was as comforting as our start time and well worth the two hour drive. Helen 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 experiment. She sent me a couple of photographs of her, in a leather thraldom case, being serviced by two men she had met online. Helen was entering into a period of her biography 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 responsible and more than guilty for my percentage in her current situation.
Our touch became fewer and further between. Helen didn't answer many of my emails and blanked my calls quite often. That was okay with me, but it didn't end me worrying about her. I doubt I would get forgiven myself if I read she had had some kind of tragic end.
The last I heard from Helen was to advise me she had found a new love and was to be married soon. She was happy and the guy knew how to keep on her well-chosen in all elbow room. Conscience absolved, I was happy for her and wished her all the lovemaking in the cosmos. She deserved it and I believe, had at in conclusion found it.
Actually, it wasn't the live clock time I heard from her. She let me know that she is a grandmother now and that she hoped I was okay and that, yes, she was happy and settled and pure, for the number one prison term in her life. The thank you was most poignant.
Without dubiety, Helen's sensory trunk and her capacitance for beloved have found no equal on my part. I am charmed that she has now found the joy that sex can take and with a better half who provides her every need. It is my exclusive right to have helped her discover that .