My third visit to see Jean felt a lot calmer than the previous occasions. The apprehension of 'will it

be OK?' and 'will I satisfy her?' had disappeared. My first time with Jean had been overnight in a

hotel - neutral ground - and I had almost hyper-ventilated when I was driving to the hotel on a Friday

afternoon. The second time - at her flat - had been for an evening, and I'd been calmer but still full

of trepidation. Both events had gone perfectly with success being confirmed in what we had said

after each time, in texts and emails. ("You are truly an exciting and caring lover" to give one example

from her.) This time I was due to spend the night with Jean again, but this time she had invited me

to her flat. I took this as a subtle compliment as she must have seen me as trustworthy and honest

enough. She was also due to prepare a meal for both of us - another signal that she felt comfortable

in my company.

During my drive to her flat she sent me a text. Parking is very restrictive at the block of flats where

she lives, and she'd reserved me a place. A very considerate thing for her to do, I thought. I arrived

at the flats at 7pm and she 'buzzed' me in through the main door and was waiting at her front door

when I had climbed the stairs. We embraced and kissed gently when I was inside her door. Our

kisses quickly became more passionate and we both felt my arousal. However, she pushed herself

away and led me - by the hand - from the hallway to the living room saying "if we don't eat first,

dinner will be ruined as we'll take too long..." She was right of course, we could happily spend 60 or

90 minutes 'pleasuring' each other and I'm sure the dinner would be spoilt if we left it in the oven for

another hour or more...

We chatted and drunk a little wine whilst the dinner was 'finishing off' in the oven. I stood at the

kitchen doorway - and chatted - whilst she cooked the vegetables. Dinner was delicious. A starter of

breaded mushrooms followed by chicken in mushroom sauce, potatoes and baby carrots and other

vegetables. I had brought the wine - and it all complemented perfectly. We chatted whilst we ate

and enjoyed the glow from the candles Jean was burning on the table. It must have been 8.30pm

before we'd finished eating and I'd finally put my hand over hers and asked (slightly rhetorically)

"Are we going to do the washing up?" Jean smiled back and suggested they could be done later.

She took me by the hand and suggested we finished the wine off in the bedroom. I picked up my

glass and followed her. Jean quickly stripped down to her bra, panties and stockings - which were all

delicate and very feminine. Whilst she was laying on the bed I stripped off, but left my pants on, and

joined her on the bed. We kissed and stroked each other, savouring each other's flesh the delights

to come later. In between kisses I gently explained that although I appreciated the effort she'd gone

to by wearing sexy underwear, I was far more interested in what was underneath them. Laughing,

she took them off while I took my underpants off. Back on the bed I used my fingers to stroke her

lady lips and gently inserted one finger. She was wet already and I started to kiss my way down from

her neck to her pussy to provide some 'oral pleasure'. Jean tugged at my head, pulling me up to look

at her face. "I know what you want to do" she whispered "but I'd prefer the real thing." With that I

climbed between her legs, missionary style. She guided my cock to her pussy and I gently pressed

my way inside her. We didn't get the angle quite right for a few seconds, but it didn't take long

before I was buried inside her as far as I could go.

I wanted to savour the sensations of her snug, wet pussy, knowing that we had the next umpteen

hours to enjoy ourselves. But Jean had other ideas. She started to bump and grind against me and

rotate her pussy around in small circles. I whispered to her "Jean, slow down..." But she kept up her

movements and replied in a small voice and with her eyes closed "Oh, but it's so nice..." I juggled

around a bit, propped myself up on my knees and pulled her thighs towards mine. This had the

effect of pulling her so close she couldn't move. And it also pushed my cock into her even deeper.

She gasped and stared at me with big, wide eyes. Pushing her thighs away from me and then

bringing them closer, I slid in and out gently and slowly, taking my time to enjoy the exquisite

sensations. But at every opportunity, Jean ground her pelvis towards mine and rotated her pussy

around on my cock. I varied my position from time to time, but came around to the idea that Jean

desperately wanted to climax and all of my variations were simply slowing down her quest. The

trouble is, she's such a small lady, I can't easily look at her face whilst having sex with her. If we're

'joined at the hip' her eyes are level with my shoulders. But I could read her body language and

knew her hip movements were getting more urgent and more vigorous. I helped where I could and

made sure my cock was pushed up against her clitty and simply enjoyed the feelings of a woman

building to an orgasm on my cock. Jean slowly, slowly arrived at her destination and I really knew

about it. "Oh, yes, just there... Aaarrh..., aarrhh... AArrrghh... AARRGGHH...

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH..." She shuddered from head to toe and went totally rigid for 15 or 20

seconds. Her eyes were clamped shut in total concentration. She stopped breathing. She had her

arms wrapped around me and held on tight, digging her fingernails into my back.

After a few moments the rigidity passed and she took a huge intake of breath - and started

breathing again. She still had her eyes closed as she slowly came down from whatever cloud she

was on. I moved a tiny fraction and rubbed my cock against her clitty... she moaned "Ohhhaaarrhh"

and took a sharp intake of breath. I'm sure it wasn't because of pain or discomfort - she would have

said. (We've an agreement: Stop means Stop and No means No) I made the same movement and

got the same result. I very gently rotated my cock in her pussy and received a few gasps of pleasure

for my efforts. After a minute or so I stopped and she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh

Andrew ... that ... was ... just....." I lay still and guessed (I couldn't see a clock or watch) that it had

probably only taken Jean only 20 minutes to reach her climax after I'd entered her. I guessed it

meant 1) she was really randy and 2) even more comfortable with me than before. I felt supremely

pleased with myself.

After that is was simply more sexual enjoyment. We turned over so Jean was on top. We lay side by

side like spoons in a drawer with me inside her from behind. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and

pounded her vigorously whilst my feet were planted firmly on the floor. I was on my knees with

Jeans ankles on my shoulders. I pounded into her in this position too, the sound of my upper thighs

smacking against the thighs and bum rung in my ears. Each time I smacked in to her, Jean gave a

little 'Urgghh' noise - and I didn't think she was in pain... Eventually, though, we ended up in the

missionary position. I was thinking of the advice I'd been given that I "had to think of Andy's

pleasure too" and started regular, deep strokes inside Jean. Not too fast, and making sure I nearly

slipped out of her before sliding back inside. The longest stroke possible. After 10 minutes or so I

could feel my climax building. I whispered: "Oh Jean... why do I love this so much...?" She knew

what was happening. She had explained earlier that I hadn't left her 'high & dry' last time when I'd

cum. Her moans and movements were simply because when I shot my seed inside her it produced

incredible sensations inside her pussy and she couldn't help her movements and noises. Eventually

the express train of cum shot down my cock as I lunged myself inside her as far as I could go. I

squeezed her tight and was even aware of my toes curling up with the pleasure of it all. When I

came down from my cloud Jean started the same movements and noises she made last time.

Rubbing her clitty against my shrinking cock and whispering "So nice, so nice, so nice..."

Eventually my cock shrunk away and I rolled off her, grabbing the tissues, passing some to Jean and

using some myself. When we'd cleaned up a little I pulled the duvet up over us and snuggled up

close. We chatted out nothing in particular and simply enjoyed the peace after the storm - so to

speak. After some time Jean went to make some tea and I went to the bathroom. The clock told me

it was 10.40pm so it probably meant we'd been having sex for over 2 hours.

Jean returned with the tea which we drunk in bed. After that I was a bit surprised (and pleased) to

find that snuggling up next to Jean for 20 minutes had produced another erection. God - I felt like a

20 year old! Once again I slipped inside Jean and we both enjoyed the intimacy. However, I was

reminded that I wasn't a 20 year old! After 40 minutes or so I was simply too exhausted to carry on.

There was no way I could produce enough movement to bring about a climax in either of us. We

both agreed we were too tired to carry on, so I rolled off and snuggled up behind Jean again. We

chatted a bit but Jean fell asleep laying on my arm. I gently pulled my arm away and pulled the

duvet up around her shoulders and let her sleep. She was as knackered as I was. I looked at the

bedside clock - it was 12.40am.

I couldn't go to sleep initially. I could hear Jean's slow breathing and wondered at the whole idea:

Literally sleeping with someone. Being invited into this lady's flat to spend the night. She cooking us

both a delicious meal then spending 3+ hours having sex together. She being confident enough in

me that I wouldn't steal her stuff and disappear into the night. That I wouldn't turn into some

madman and strangle her in her sleep. I lay on my back, gazing up at the dark ceiling, listening to her

shallow breaths and eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke early - about 6am or something. Jean had said she didn't have to go out until mid morning,

so we had plenty of time. I dozed fitfully and woke with my arm draped over Jeans mid-drift some

time later. I felt her move and wake up. She turned her head on the pillow, opened her eyes and

smiled at me. I smiled back and whispered "Good morning Jean..." I let my hand stroke her tummy,

breasts and (eventually) her lady lips. "Let me go to the loo first" she said as she rolled off the bed.

She came back after a few minutes and snuggled up next to me. We chatted and kissed and stroked

each other until Jean took it upon herself... I was laying on my back and she simply climbed over me,

held my (obviously erect) cock up at the right angle and sunk herself down onto it. Holding her body

up on her arms, once again she ground her hips against mine and rotated her pussy around on my

cock. She was moaning in pleasure, her eyes closed. Sometimes she lifted herself up to allow my

cock to sink into her again and I'd help by holding her hips and using my arms to provide lifting and

pulling power in time with her movements. I kept pushing her hair away from her face, but I'm sure

Jean was so wrapped up in what she was doing she was oblivious to my light touches.

I was pretty pleased to recognise the signs of her approaching orgasm. More grinding around,

rubbing the shaft of my cock hard against her clitty, eyes closed in concentration. Slowly but surely it

arrive: "Yes, yes, yes... just there... don't move... let me... ohh my... oohhhhh... aarrgh...

aarrgggggh... I'm going to... aaarrrGGGHHH... argGGGGGHHHH... It was a guttural noise, almost

primeval. She went totally rigid and rammed her pussy down onto my cock. She stopped breathing

and had her eyes squeezed shut. I held her by pushing down on her hips, making sure my cock was

in as deep as it would go. After some considerable time - maybe 40 seconds - she relaxed , started

breathing again and opened her eyes. She smiled at me. Her smile went from 'ear to ear' but also

reached her eyes. I smiled back and said "I gather that was to madams liking?" We kissed

passionately, me being underneath her, held down by her weight. In reality, I could have easily

pushed her off, but it was nice to be 'trapped'.

We played with different positions but we (sort of inevitably) ended up in the missionary position

with me thinking of the advice ("think about Andy") providing deep, long strokes into Jean to make

my climax appear. Considering I'd cum the night before I was pleased to feel my climax starting up.

Perhaps I just held Jean a bit tighter or perhaps she could feel the difference in my cock but at that

moment Jean whispered "It's your turn Andy, let me feel you cum again." God, what a woman this

was. With just the same intensity as the last one, my seed shot down my cock, I lunged into her

again and Jean rubbed her clitty against my shrinking cock. '"Lovely, lovely..." she said until I came

down from my orgasmic cloud.

After a snuggle and a chat Jean got up to have a shower. I had a shower as she prepared breakfast.

We both sat at the table, ate and chatted as if we'd known each other for years. At about 11am, I

packed my things into my overnight bag, kissed her deeply, hugged her tightly, thanks her profusely

and departed.

This was Saturday morning and I had another 'date' with Jean on Thursday, so I was at a loss to

explain my slight... I don't know... wistful feelings. I parked my car at a local beauty spot and gazed

out of the window. I sent her a text saying "Great company, great food and a great time! Thank you

so much". She replied within minutes saying "You are a deeply satisfying guest".