The first off time with Helen

This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her public figure and some of the smaller details that might give a clue to her real number individuality. I don't know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and do any difficulties.
I met Helen on melodic line. Her handle was"Lady of Kent ”. The schmoose 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 snippets about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each other's point of horizon.
However, in the nature of these chat-lines, we got onto affair intimate. It was light hearted banter or flights of fancy only.
Helen's sexual experience was limited to say the least. She had married her first buff and apart from a one off with someone she had fallen for several years before, had never stepped out of her wedlock. The one off was something she regretted deeply and realised that he had groomed her for his own satisfaction. It was only the one time.
Sex for her, was the once hebdomadal missionary perspective, no diverseness, no excitement and very likely, nothing more than something operative. Her marriage had lasted for eighteen years and, apart from the initial setting up plate and having children, had become stale and boring. I guess Helen was at the point in her life-time when she looked critically at herself and realised that metre had passed her by and if she didn't do something quickly, she would be too old to find that light of excitement she read about in cartridge clip. I suppose she might have also thought that her miss, three of them, were holding her rear from her desire. Helen wanted to learn, go to college and go self employed as an comptroller. A dilemma to any womanhood, the puff of self ontogeny and opposite attracter of motherhood, something Helen felt acutely.
I, on the early hand, could be considered something of a slut. My dick pointed the way and I invariably followed. I rarely, if ever, refused the chance to hump an available woman. My thirty year marriage had survived by some miracle, mostly because I had managed to keep on the two sides of my persona sort out and also, I loved my wife. Loving her though wasn't sufficiency for me. I liked the quiver of the Hunt. I liked the conquering and entry of will. I had had many lover over the 30 years, but always came place to a married woman who loved me totally, with a screen organized religion that I really didn't deserve. Sex between my married woman and I was anything but boring. Jen had discovered her liking for thrall, twinkle sadism and masochistic sex. It made for occupy Night and repeated washing of bedding.
Lucky man you might reckon. I would own to harmonize, but I had a rapacity and thirst and as I said, loved the quiver of the hunt, Salmon P. Chase and entry. Helen was, initially, the adjacent subject of my attention. Chatting with her on-line was persona of that hunt where, by stealth I gradually broke down her defences until we met one fateful day.
Neither of us could be called arrant specimens of the human being airstream or particularly beautiful, but, in that abruptly meeting on a sunny day at a Jutish zoo, strong-arm magnet had been added to the on-line fancy we had developed. We didn't make dearest on that first meeting, but subsequent confab on-line took on a whole new focusing. Gradually, Helen was persuaded that she really wanted to have it away my brainiac out and vice versa. I could be a calculating shit, but that is just one of the artillery in the arsenal of a serial publication sex vulture. Helen really had become enmeshed in a web of my devising, my trap if you like. All that was needed now was the chance to spring it, then, once sprung, have my way and notch her as another conquest. ( I will offer no defense reaction to any accusal that I was a gross shit ).
Helen of Troy provided the perfect opportunity. She was to trip to John Griffith Chaney with the ship's company she worked for and be the representative on their stand at a wine exposition in Olympia. Although she only lived approximately two 60 minutes travel away, she decided to stay on in township. Now, I am sure as shooting that in the back of her judgment, the opportunity to spend a dark or two, away from home and in the arms of a devotee, had more than than a little to do with her planning.
I visited her while she was on the stand selling the wines her boss had brought up from Kent. Of line, she had dressed for the occasion and looked mythological. Wickedly, I goosed her and was pleased to see her blush vermilion while offering tasters to prospective customers. How she kept a flat face and horizontal surface voice as she spoke to them with my hand up her skirt from behind musical rhythm me, but she did.
Helen had to be careful. Her foreman was around and he knew her husband very well. I suppose the danger of breakthrough added to the kick. She had been booked into a bed and breakfast locally to capital of Washington for the two nighttime she was to be away. I had other ideas though and had booked a suit in Selsdon commons Hotel just outside of Croydon. The cost I though, was Worth it and would of course, impress her. Looking back, that might have been a mistake. It led to all kinds of problem and recrimination, eventually to black consequences to her marriage.
The show finished for the day. Helen went to the B & B with her boss, which complicated things a little and mean some phrenetic text messages asking me to hold off and then having to change plans so that we arranged to satisfy at Victoria post.
Feigning tiredness, Helen of Troy retired early, leaving her boss at the bar to go to her elbow room. Carefully, she left the cheap hotel and made her way to capital of Seychelles post and me.
We picked up my car and drove out to Croydon. Selsdon Park is a five star hotel. An old building covered in ivy. It sat in extensive formal gardens with a terrasse lawn and has a championship golf trend all around it. A night there is a small luck in a suite 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 appetites were squashed by a motley of inflammation and boldness. The entourage was all it could be, on-suite exhibitioner and john, huge bed and a well-stocked mini-bar. The décor was a lilliputian dark for my tastes, but the carpet was so alky, 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 game out of what we had planned. Somehow, she answered in the minus, 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 still 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 mickle, suggesting that she had hurried so that I didn't watch her get unappareled. I could understand that, could sympathize her nervousness and trepidation. It was after all, her first real elicit experience, her first time of a planned sexual encounter outside of her wedlock and also, the realisation of a shared fantasy between us, evolved from so many on-line conversations. I thought it upright to just take thing easily. It was just as well I had put on the bathrobe hung in the rain shower room because I think she might have bolted if I were naked, such was her nervous condition.
We shared a scotch and sal soda, with me sitting on the edge of the bed while she trembled under the cover song. I stroked her cheek and smoothed her hairsbreadth, trying to get her to ensconce. Gradually, the quiver subsided as the score and blue stroke soothed her.
Inch by in, the bed covers slipped from her as she sat and sipped her malt whisky. We spoke about anything that came to mind in a random order of illogicality, delaying the here and now that would be the first stair to an adulterous coupling and something beyond where she thought she would ever go.
Gradually, I stoked her neck and shoulder, working my way down until I could unblock the piece of paper from where she had it trapped under her arm perdition. I wanted to see her bosom. I wanted to fondle them and get to have sex her eubstance more intimately.
She put up a souvenir impedance to my script tugging the sheet. It was not a serious attempt to keep covered. The tack slipped down to around her shank and revealed her tits. They were small with inverted nipples and looked out of proportion with the rest of her. Helen of Troy was quite marvelous, had quite extensive pelvic arch, but her tits were very minuscule for her body size. I cupped one, which fitted in the ribbon of my hand quite comfortably.
"They are too small."She said and looked apologetically at me."I don't wear a bra virtually of the time."I could see that she was embarrassed by their relative size.
"They are perfect. Any bigger would be a waste."It was an old seam and not very archetype, but I hoped it would prepare her feel better."Helen of Troy, you should never feel stymie about your torso. It is an amazing thing and can do so much to a greater extent than you know."Her anatropous nipple had now become pronounced as it grew hard under my fingers."You see how it responds ? It truly is a noteworthy thing."
I took her looking glass from her trembling finger and placed it, with mine on the bedside cabinet.
Having brought one nipple to the surface, I thought to do the Saami with the former and then with both at the same time, using both hands.
"That's nice."She said, visibly getting into the feel of her tits being treated to a first form massage. Both teat 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 resistless 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 white of her body.
"I love your freckles."I told her as the dark office became evident. They covered her shoulder joint and breast and I truly enjoyed seeing them. I slowly set at the waist to kiss the nipple nearest to me, drawing the small nub between my lips and dentition. Helen thrust her chest forward, offering herself to me, to my sass and the warmth of my knife. Lightly, I gripped with tooth and flicked the tip of my tongue over the infused tip of her teat. My reward was to feel it harden even more and a moan of pleasance flight from her mouth.
I realised that I hadn't kissed her yet. In my haste, I had just gone for the mamilla and had forgotten to take up at the beginning. It was a bit late now, but I thought important to do. After all, I intended to fuck this cleaning lady, but for it to be the way I wanted it to be, needed to get the fundamentals right so that it was the just for both of us.
I wriggled onto the bed proper to lie alongside her. My bathrobe had hit the floor leaving me in drawers. My left arm scooted under her head and I drew her into a passionate candy kiss. Our breathing place and natural language mingled while I caressed her titty. It seemed I had done the right thing. Almost immediately, Helen's breathing place became reproof, her torso arciform and her ramification opened all-inclusive, cook for my incoming. I was in no precipitation though, we had all Night and I desperately wanted her to get the fuck of her life. I wanted her to experience an orgasm, something she had admitted to never having had before or thought she hadn't. It was my goal to provide her with her initiative 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 tomentum off. I love a naked quim, but sometimes, eau-naturale is just as upright. I hit upon her clitoris and gave it the flimsy of strokes with a fingertip. Helen gasped into my mouth and drew her knees up, making access to her sex easier. She was soaking already. Her lubrication had seeped into her hairsbreadth. I had never known a woman get so wet so quickly.
My index finger slipped into her easily. I imagined what it would calculate like, buried deep inside her while her hairsbreadth closed around my knuckle. She gasped again and then made throaty noises as I finger fucked her. I slide a second base digit inside. It is a much stronger ministration where financial support is given to the hooking massage of my fingerbreadth to her G daub and makes for a more powerful, less strenuous action, giving greater pleasure.
Without too much thought, I added my little finger and then all four finger's breadth were inside her. Helen was bucking her hip, driving my hand deeper inside. We had stopped kissing, concentrating on just the contact of my hand. I had not met too many adult female who could oblige a whole paw, but it seemed that the more I crammed inside her, the Thomas 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 take in taken my hale hand without too often fuss. 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 climax was very close and I found that it pleased me to deliver her in such a state so soon.
"Stop !"she shouted."block !"This was something else that was new for me. None of my late lover had ever cried for me to quit. I hoped I hadn't hurt her."I need to rest 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 reticence in saying the Christian Bible that described her getting stopping point to orgasm was perhaps a hangover from her bringing up where sex and all the parts that go with it are a filthy Good Book and something to be ashamed of.
And then, I knew, Helen of Troy was afraid of experiencing a full on culmination, as if it were some hidden line in the sand that she dared not cut across. 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 care of a acquire woman, going to some place 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 great power of her physical structure. Had never experienced the dish of a full blown orgasm and probable thought she never would. Faced with the prospect, in a link with someone early than her husband, the enormity had hit her and put her in unfamiliar territory. I suppose it would be daunting, but with no consultation point, I didn't know what to say.
Still with her top dog on my arm, I lay back beside her and began to just stroke her, hoping that, if I started again, she would hang into the rude scheme 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 thumb detrition over her erect nipple, squeezing it gently, between pad and the side of my digit."Helen, I can subscribe you further if you want. It would be my pleasance, 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 have taken that as a closing curtain, 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 rootage, kneading her tit and kissing her mouth, exploring with my clapper. Gradually, in small steps, I was working her back to forwardness. inexorably ramping up her desire, pass by notch. In careful growth, I had her creaming again around two fingers that entered her, but took things a lot more slowly. I thought perhaps that getting her to the brink last time, had all been too quick for her. After all was said and done, we had only been here for a inadequate while. I was hoping that, by doing thing a little more slowly, she would make prison term to savour the delicious feelings her body could provide.
Helen of Troy was bucking her hips again. At starting time, she followed the rhythm I set as my finger's breadth massaged her G place, but then, as the wizard built, she took over the tread, thrusting her coxa up in ever increasing tempo and urging. Four fingers were spreading her sex and her clit was being mercilessly rubbed by my thumb. I could feel her minginess, could feel her inner wall clamping and then, her legs straightened out and her arse lifted off the bed. Helen crammed her clenched fist into her mouth to break off from screaming as her kickoff climax smashed through her. It lasted for respective seconds while her legs trembled and her trunk shook uncontrollably.
I rolled her towards me so that she was lying on her slope, facing me while she came down from the acme she had just climbed. It allowed me to stroke her lower vertebral column 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 wonderful. Oh wow."
I have never been a selfish fan ; deriving as much pleasance from taking my spouse to the highest elevation I can possible scope 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 oblige and wonderful sex partners I had ever had the prerogative to have met. Helen of Troy'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 little nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her married man couldn't maintenance less. All he wanted was a fast fuck on a Saturday night with no regard for her wants and needs. It made me sad to think that she had had to hold back for so longsighted to see the overpower crescendo of an all-consuming orgasm. But, at the Same meter, I was pleased that it had been me that had taken her there.
Eventually, Helen calmed and we began to kiss again, her heating system radiated out from her as she began to suit aroused. I fondled her tits which now had hardened pap, puckering the pelt of her areoles in little peeks of need. I suckled on them and teased with my knife. She clung to me, forcing my mouth 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 touch on and stimulus. I loved the exploration and delighted at each new place. The inside of her elbow joint 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 hips gyrating in pelvic drive as she rubbed her sex against my hired man. She was soaked again. Her secernment coated my hand 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 thigh. I waited for a short-change while, staring into her centre that looked back at me, wanting and pleading. Slowly, I entered her organic structure, pushing my cock into her, inch by inch. It was Maker and her heat enveloped me in a warm cocoon. Starting really slowly, I pushed into her bequeath sex, keeping eye contact, my manpower kneading her nipple. Helen of Troy knee joint came up as my full distance slipped inside and then withdrew, only to be pushed back again until I bottomed out.
Gradually, the stride increased. As much as I wanted to come, I intended this to last as long as possible and for her to get the maximum out of it. She deserved the very best of me and I intended to give her that. I was acutely aware that she had been extremely brave to be here in the first base seat. Had entered into something she had no fore knowledge of and was in a domain of the very different. That courage deserved to be recognised and rewarded.
I settled into a comfortable pace. One that meant I would shoemaker's last for a sensible patch and would allow me to digest on her body in the quest to find all of her erogenous geographical zone one by one. I found that her titmouse were possibly the most responsive, but so was her stomach when a finger's breadth lightly grazed over the taught skin. It was a delight, discovering her human elbow liked attention and that her neck opening, just below her ear would make her thrust up to meet me.
I decided to try a new spot. 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 hips and grinding her sex into mine. She knelt up, supporting herself with her men on my dresser. Running my finger's breadth lightly down her spine made her shudder as she set the pace. Her eyes were closed as she revelled in the sense datum our soundbox were giving her. She took the time to experience each new delight while keeping up the stabilise pacing of our coupling.
With some difficulty, I managed to drop away a finger between our physical structure to rub on her button. The added pressure level tipped her over the edge. Helen came again. She stuffed a fist into her lip to stifle her scream. She probably would have stopped there and been quite satisfied, but I had other musical theme and maintained the thrusting, keeping her on a highschool until she came again, soaking my cock with her cum.
I wriggled out from under her parted thighs and laid her down, facing away from me, her arse in my lap and her articulatio genus bent. I entered her once more and began to fuck her deeply while cradling her head in the turn of one arm and stroking her mamilla with the other. Helen began to thrust back at me, meeting my forward presses, driving me deep inside her. The gait quickened as my need to cum increased. I gripped her hip to profit purchase and began to ram into her, a lot harder than before. She managed to continue tempo with me, forcing my submission to her inner depths, squashing my balls between us, but I didn't care. The build-up to publish was deliciously close. My dick was completely stiff as it plunged inside her like a soused shaft of over enthused nerve termination. Suddenly, the moment arrived. I sunk as deeply as I could, grasping her hip in a tight traveling bag and shot my seeded player into her, my eubstance stiffened with the effort of ejaculation and Helen of Troy, realising that my moment was here, shoved back on me to make indisputable she received every net morsel.
She turned over after a few minutes and clasped me to her, her oral sex with its rumpled hair rested on my chest.
"I had no idea sex could be like that."She said in something like a whisper.
We slept until the warning device clock buzzed in the dawn. Neither one of us felt like solid food after we had showered. Helen of Troy had to get back to the B & B before she was missed, so an early start was needed.
We may as well not take in bothered rushing, it turned out. Alan, her husband had been calling the B & B all dark, wondering where his wife was. Her boss was frantic with worry and probably a lilliputian guiltiness that he hadn't looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to look the music, 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 cartel her anymore, even though he didn't find out about us until very much later. She and her party boss fell out eventually and things became so bad for Helen that she contemplated suicide. Fortunately, I talked her out of that, but there were despairing times. Helen realised that she was married purely out of substance abuse. She didn't like Alan and told him so. After a few calendar month, they split. Helen had the three girls in the house they owned, he moved in with a congener down the coast.
We met several meter over those months of her interruption up. Sometimes we made making love, but almost times not where she was in such an emotional muddle. She didn't want me to displace in with her, preferring to retain me at a space until she sorted her idea out. I would receive made that happy chance 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 wreck as she was. I had fallen in love with this woman and was now enmeshed in a Triangulum 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 life back on an even keel. Had begun socio-economic class for bookkeeping, something she had been doing for a number of class for local commercial enterprise, but without the qualification. She moved rest home and gradually settled down. She also made it clear that I was not required. She might call me to come and visit if the girl were away, but those times were purely on her own terminal figure and that was ok with me. I have to say that, each visit was as comforting as our outset time and well worth the two hour campaign. Helen of Troy had never had a pecker in her mouth. I promised not to cum unless she wanted me to. She didn't. Neither had she ever been fucked in the tail. Between me and a vibrator, Helen of Troy was soon screaming the place down as I unloaded in her beautiful arse.
And then she began to experiment. She sent me a distich of pic of her, in a leather thraldom suit, being serviced by two men she had met online. Helen was entering into a geological period of her life where her new found exemption 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 for and more than guilty for my part in her stream situation.
Our contacts became fewer and further between. Helen didn't suffice many of my emails and blanked my calls quite often. That was okay with me, but it didn't arrest me worrying about her. I doubt I would have forgiven myself if I read she had had some kind of tragic end.
The last I heard from Helen was to apprize me she had found a new love and was to be married soon. She was glad and the guy knew how to hold her felicitous in all ways. moral sense absolved, I was happy for her and wished her all the love 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 recognise that she is a grandmother now and that she hoped I was okay and that, yes, she was happy and settled and complete, for the first metre in her aliveness. The thank you was most poignant.
Without doubt, Helen's sensory torso and her capacity for erotic love have found no equal on my part. I am enthralled that she has now found the joy that sex can get and with a collaborator who provides her every penury. It is my privilege to have helped her discover that .