Again, delighting over the food, we sat down near young Hannah, still in league with my roommate. Across the room, the witch was holding court’ with two Asian guys and Nick. Now he had been spurned by Hannah! “what was your cunning plan with the witch then?” I asked. “oh, that! I bottled it at first, but I supposed it's now back on track". “what do mean?” I asked “ I'm intrigued”. “last night we were in bed chatting for about an hour, discussing everything we knew about this course. She knew a lot more about it, than you told me" looking slightly cross at me. “we are not meant to tell people what is going to happy, so they approach it in their own way, in the moment".

She looked less cross and said “ her witchy friend told her everything and pretty much when it's going to happen. I knew the ‘disrobe’ thing was this morning and I tomorrow, things get very...how did she put it...’sexy'” “more sensual, is how I'd put it". “yeah, whatever” she said, putting down her knife and fork. “ I agreed that we'd do everything together, the witch and I, she would only do something she thought safe and I would follow. This morning we had agreed that if she stripped, I'd follow her example.

I failed, at least at first". “rubbish" I said, "you do things at your own pace, if you stay as you were this morning for the rest of the course, you won't be alone". “Even tomorrow?” she asked, I realised that the witch had probably given her the full story of what was coming. “even tomorrow” I promise. That seemed to lighten her mood and we finished eating in silence.

Once we had finished, the witch came over and whispered in M's ear. Again, she looked worried. “what was that about?” I asked. “she just whispered ‘full Monty’ after lunch to me. She's losing her ‘big pants' and she's expecting me to follow. “ bollocks, don't let her goad you!” I replied. Part of me did perk up, hmm, the witch is getting fully nude then.

M and I sat by our backrest and watched people come in the room. Old hands stripped off straight away, others remained clothed, awaiting the facilitators to instruct them in the next step. Melanie came in and went to her back rest. She started to strip to her panties. Then, with a quick glance behind, she whisked them off and hid them under her top. As she bent down to do this, a small white string became clearly visible below her lovely bottom. “brave girl" said M, who had obviously been looking too!

The witch then arrived, clutching her backrest and quickly dropped it next to us, although she had previously based herself across the room. As she pulled her top off (no bra, so each breast flopped out, as if happy to be released from their tight surroundings) “come on Mrs, let's be having you" as with one swoop, her shorts came down, the big black pants were nowhere to be seen! She stood there in front of us, rather lovely too. Her pubes were light brown and in a small neat triangle, presumably trimmed? Seeing me staring, she twirled round, with her back to me, she pushed out her (surprisingly small) bottom towards us. Spinning back, she then said “hope I'm not the only one to go sky clad this afternoon!” I stood up and started to strip, M joined me. I whipped off my under pants with my bottoms this time.
M stopped as she had been in the morning, in panties. “all for one?” said the witch. M sighed and replied “one for all" and stuck her two thumbs into her panties and slowly lowered them, stepping out carefully. “yay!” squeaked the witch...group hug guys! M had only just stood upright and still had her small panties in her hand. The witch again reached up and brought us together in one of her tight hugs. This caught M slightly off balance and she staggered into me at first, before stiffening and pulling back slightly. Not, however before my penis had been pushed quite hard (the force, not my penis) into her expansive blonde bush.

We parted and found ourselves not knowing quite what to do or say. “sorry about the err... unintended contact” I whispered to M back “don't go there!” she snapped back...which left me wondering exactly what she meant! This tricky moment was solved by the call to welcome the facilitators back into the room.

For the next hour or so, M remained fully nude and seemed to be getting a little bit more relaxed. However she never let go of her top and bottom, always putting them down between her legs and sitting cross legged for a series of people standing with a microphone to announce how the course was working (or not working) for them. The older lady facilitator took ages to give her whole life story. Finally, we were told to find a partner (one that we would not normally work with) for the next 'one to one' exercise.

I looked at M, we couldn't choose each other, so who? I looked for the witch (I'd not worked with her, but could I dump M for this? The witch was nearby and I caught her eye, she immediately looked away and virtually leapt on an unsuspecting young guy who was trying to find a partner. Just as I was about to suggest giving this a miss, M was approached by the Irish couple. They had always been a couple at the weekend events (they had been married 20 years) so were finding this a challenge. M pointed to me and the female (Orla) came over and curtsied in front of me “would you care to bond with me kind sir?” she joked. “it would be my pleasure” I replied, happy to got something to work out.

M and Orla’s husband shuffled together about three feet away, M squashing her clothes down in front of her pussy! I locked legs with Orla and we shuffled forward. Orla had been a life model at art schools in Dublin for almost 30 years, since she left school, she told us at a mealtime. I wish I'd painted her then, because now (at about 50) she was gorgeous too. Long raven black hair at both ends and piercing pale blue eyes, like M and the witch, but made more stunning by the contrast with her skin.

We did the usual stroking stuff, both of us forgoing boundaries. Her skin was as smooth as silk and as flawless and white as a marble statue. I skirted around her black triangle below, as I thought I'd not risk things. When the tables were turned, Orla turned out to be a rather wild risk taker and I was more than a little shocked at her stroking style. It was more of a gentle massage, stroking with some pressure, then going over the same area so lightly, it made all the tiny hairs stand up on end. She was good! She was no ‘shrinking violet’s either! Her hands slid from my knees up to my inner thigh, stopping just short of my privates. She then did the same lightly, stopping at the same spot. With my eyes closed, I was ready for the hands to reciprocate my own stroking of her and start from tummy to chest. Oh not Orla. She started where she left off and her hands slid up and gently cupped my penis and testicles. She brought her hands very, very toward her, stroking my whole cock, before repeating the stroke with her very light touch. God, that was so sexy and although I'm sure things enlarged, I did manage to avoid a full on erection...just!

We both smiled broadly at each other and she whispered “my husband likes my technique, I hope you found it enjoyable?” I replied “ your husband is a very lucky man, Orla". We both looked over, M was just finishing her stroking of him. She had a look of total concentration on her face.

The facilitators told us to stand and place ourselves in the centre of the space for a mill and hug. M wiggled backwards, clutching her clothes to her body, tried to move her backrest and found she had a problem, moving with both. Orla got up (she didn't use a backrest) and went over to assist her husband. As he got up, it became clear to everyone nearby that he was sporting a massive erection! Orla handed him the backrest, he quickly covered himself and shuffled towards the edge of the room. I looked at M, she was slowly turning a bright pink but I was unable to say anything, as people had started moving. She had managed to push her backrest out of the way but soon found her small parcel of clothing she was hiding behind a problem.

Orla reached out and they hugged (I think words of some sorts were exchanged, but I'd have to wait to find out what) M now holding her clothes behind Orla's back. She dropped part of her bundle and when the hug had finished, she scurried to the place she'd left her backrest. I expected her to sit down, so rather than seek a hug myself from the group, I stood and watched her. To my surprise, she carefully placed her clothes underneath the backrest and returned to the group. I quickly moved to intercept her, “need a hug, lovely lady?” I asked. “I need a bloody double brandy, but I suppose a hug will do for now!”. We hugged in the official HAI way, her squashy bare breasts flat against my chest, I ensured my penis was a safe distance from her bush and said “do you want a break?” “no, I'll stick with it for now, but I'm on the very edge of my comfort zone. I'll tell you what happened later". With that we broke off, Nick was hovering and M accepted his invitation to hug, probably reassured by his boxer shorts! I got declined by Melanie (bugger) and was then hugged by our large Norfolk lady helper, who seemed to take pity on me, having witnessed by refusal.

The next phase (following the same format as last time) was a small group exercise. We collected our backrest and joined together for a discussion on masturbation...or great I thought M and the witch together and we have to tell everyone how we discovered masturbation! M sat down next to me, her bundle now back in place, the witch sat with our Nigerian and Norfolk lady started the ball rolling. She told us her story (too long to write here!) and then asked who wanted to go first. Going clockwise, M was first, but Norfolk lady went the other way this time and we then heard how our Nigerian friend learned how to wank. I could see M was listening intently, leaning forward when he lowered his voice occasionally. Her breasts actually touched her thighs when she did this, I hadn't really taken in how big her breasts were before. Then, it was the turn of the witch...and things went a bit pear shaped!

Sitting opposite me with her backrest in place, the with had her knees clasped together with her hands, her chin on her knees. When she spoke, she sat up and lowered her legs so the stretched out, her feet now brushing my own knees. She started her story...
“I was about 12 when I started to get these ‘bad boys'" she started. To illustrate what she was referring to, brought up her small hands and cupped a large breast in each, raising them up. “ I'd just lie in the bath gently caressing my nipples" it was then she put one hand up to mouth, popped in a finger and sucked it. She then brought it down and gently started encircling her left nipple. “ always this one first". I didn't want to look away, but I could make out the other four, almost hypnotised by what the witch was doing. After a few seconds, she “and doing this, led me quite quickly to this"... I felt her little bare foot brush against my knee...my eyes followed the wet finger as she slid it down her rounded tummy. It was then I realised why she brushed my knee with her foot...her legs were now about a foot apart. Now, up to now, I'd seen her neat triangle of mousy pubes, now I found myself staring at her slit. I used the word advisedly, she had a totally hidden vagina, just two chubby raised mounds, nothing else visible and no hair either. As the finger reached this incredibly neat little slit...a voice broke the magic! Ahh...can you stop there please, this is really Level 2 stuff, we are only meant to talk about masturbation, NOT demonstrate it to the group. My head spun, Level 2? Demonstrate your masturbation? Wow, that did ramp things up! The witch brought her knees quickly back together, her foot touched my knee and stayed there, she slowly wiggled her toes. “shame, I was enjoying that" she said under her breath.

I looked at her toes and then up at her, she was looking straight at me, her eyes seemed almost to be boring into me. I heard someone say something, but didn't hear what it was, I was so transfixed with the witches eyes. “would you go next Pedro?” said the voice, louder this time. “oh me, um...err can I pass please?” I heard my own voice say. “yes of course, you are always ‘at choice’ said the Norfolk lady. “what about you M?” she then said (oh shit, I've just dropped M straight in it!, I suddenly realised), there was a long pause, the M said “ I'd like to pass too". I put out my hand and gently squeezed her knee (possibly being a little forward, but I wasn't thinking) “sorry" I whispered. She didn't say anything but reached across and placed her hand on my knee too, (we were still sitting cross legged, our knees almost touching) as her fingers rested there, the witch wiggled her toes again and M sn*tched her hand away, with a start.

The remaining hour or so was filled with discussion and the mill and hug session that you were allowed to look at people's bodies, without feeling a pervert...some hope, in my case. M was seemingly more at ease with this, she had shed her modesty bundle and excepted hugs from anyone who asked. I remember thinking that we might have got over the worst of her fears.

That evening after a very pleasant dinner, chatting to Orla and her husband, M and I adjourned for a coffee in the common room. Second night entertainment seemed more muted than last time, just a few younger members dancing to odd music. No nudity this time, or at least was aware of! The witch joined us for a while, but went up early as she had some ‘stuff’ to do in her room. M wondered if that stuff might be associated with her demo, that afternoon!

We all went up about 20 minutes later, I spent some time alone in my bed thinking of the day. Before long, I was aware of an erection that needed attention! Getting tissues out of my case, I ran through the events, as they had happened. Me sitting naked in front of a clothed M, the witches breasts, M and the witch fully nude, the group hug, my cock touching M's bush (and her realising it) and the witch on the point of public masturbation...ugh! I'd come and very messily too. The witch scene had done it, I must get her for a detailed look tomorrow in the ‘doctors and nurses’ exercise. I was just finishing mopping up below (I'd kept my underwear on, to avoid messing the sheets) when there was a knock on the door...shit, not now! “who is it?” I called “its me" came M's voice. Push it, I think it’s open.

The door opened and in came M, “sorry, you're already in bed" she said. “nothing much else to do" I replied, hoping the aroma of fresh semen was not escaping the thin bedcovers! “I need to talk to you” sitting on the bed opposite. “When I got back the witch was at some form of shrine, with candles and stuff. How she didn't set the smoke alarms off, I don't know" “ was she praying or casting a spell?” I joked. M didn't smile the latter I think, she folded some paper up and sealed it with candle wax".

“spooky, so she really is a witch" I chuckled. “that's not what I came to tell you" she looked troubled. “the witch finished by packing up her altar, then sat on the bed and gave me a blow by blow of what we will be doing tomorrow.
I have to ask you if it's true!

She said we all have to show each other our private parts in great detail and with a bloody torch, then everyone gives each other a bath then gets kissed from head to foot"

“agh” I said, “does sound a bit bad when you say it like that" I mumbled. “so it’s TRUE then?” her ‘troubled’ look now becoming ‘horrified’ by the second. “well sort of, some of it is true, but it's incredible when you do it" I replied, hoping to encourage her to grasp the challenge.


“ I don't think I could do the first bit with a stranger and I know I couldn't do it with you! I'd never be able to look you in the eye again, knowing you'd stared at my ‘bits and pieces’ down there". Seeing your 'thingy', not to mention having it pushed against my tummy was bad enough today".

I was tempted to say “it wasn't your tummy" but thought better of it. “you can opt out of anything, remember” I pleaded. “at least I know the witch wasn't winding me up to get her hands on you" she replied “ I felt her playing ‘footsie’ with you after her little show. I sighed “ she's just a flirt, get a good night's sleep and we will discuss this at breakfast. If you want to leave after then, I'm happy we bale out of the course. You're very brave to have joined in today, I don't want one more day here to ruin or friendship”.

She agreed and left, feeling very guilty (specially remaining in bed the whole time, when I should have been giving her a hug) I tried to sleep. I was still awake when my roommate returned at what seemed like 4 am!

As soon as I saw M at breakfast, I knew she had made up her mind. Now, dressed as when she arrived she came straight over and said “take me home please”. I got up and hugged her, she held me tight and pulling back could see she was crying. I found a helper and he said we should both see a facilitator first, this I felt odd, but said I pop back after I'd packed. Various people chatted to M, obviously concerned by her appearance.

About 20 minutes later we were ushered into the room of the old lady facilitator. I explained M's reluctance to go on, knowing what the day would include. To my surprise she started to have a go at me, for breaking confidentiality of HAI! M interrupted and said it was another woman who told her (avoiding giving a name) and she calmed down. “I think you both could learn so much today if you have the courage to stay" she said. M said if she could stay in her room, she was happy for me to continue. I then said “no, I'll drive us home, we can stop for a nice Sunday lunch on the way" M smiled and said “that sounds nice". The old lady told us that we missing something wonderful, but wished us a safe journey home.

As I waited for M to visit the ‘ladies room’ several people came up and gave me a hug, the word had spread that we were baling out.

I hoped to see the witch, but there was no sign of her in the hallway. When three people went into the room, I caught sight of my last look inside the ‘room of love’ and wondered what might have happened that day.

We stopped after two thirds of the journey home at a nice looking pub. I looked at my watch and thought that they would have finished the ‘doctors and nurses’ exercise, wondering who got a detailed look at the witch's ‘ bits and pieces, down there’ as M had put it. At about now, they would be forming a foursome.

I was feeling melancholic over not being able to soap those large firm breasts and doing my quick ‘soapy hand reversal’ trick in the shower. I sighed and told myself I might have been with another partner, Hannah's little ‘teenage bod' popped into my imagination, so I concentrated on choosing from the menu!

M returned to the table, having (again!) visited the ladies room. “I have to give you this" she said handing a small square of paper. I was meant to do it when we got home, but I'm intrigued to know what it is...so open it now!”

The paper had been folded into a form of envelope, it was kept together by a blob of wax. “ the witch?” I said, my heart rate increased, for reasons I can't explain. “That's what she did last night..she found out we were leaving, when I went up to get my case, so asked if I could pass it to you, after we got home".

“oh shit, it's not a spell to turn me into a frog or something?” I only half joked. “perhaps” she grinned, now it's your turn to go outside your comfort zone!

I gulped and broke the seal. The paper opened out to reveal a set of numbers. “it's just a load of numbers" I said handing her the paper. “idiot!” she replied, “you haven't folded down the last bit!” She unfolded the paper again, read it and handed it back to me.

Under the numbers were four words ‘we need to talk' followed by a little cartoon smiley face, shaped like a heart. I suppose I looked confused, because M almost shouted “ that’s her bloody mobile phone number, you idiot! I told you she fancied you!”. “but I hate women with tattoos” I mumbled. “did you tell her that?” said M. “looks like you need to think long and hard about this".

I almost said, “ that is what I was doing, just before you visited last night" but that came to me much later!

So that was HAI, the actual courses, anyway. Over the new next two years, I used the HAI stroking technique to bed two lovely ladies who I'd been dating. If you'd like to hear about those, I'd need a few posts here asking for them. With my one finger typing, it takes me a while to write all this stuff down.

M continued walking with me after her nude encounter, a few months later she met a guy 20 years her junior and moved her life forward! She no longer walks with the group.

The witch and her mystical numbers...well that's another story! Again I might write it! Here is a small photo of her, from around this time.

Thanks!!
 

My 2nd reply but felt I had to as wanted to say thanks for one of the best threads I've seen on here, even more so with one finger typing!!
I've done a small amount of investigating and plenty seem to have the opinion of a cult or whatever but that seems to be a generic naming to something these critics don't know anything about with the HAI keeping their cards close to their chest which with your descriptions is hardly surprising!! It appears through their website they aren't holding any in the UK at the moment, why who knows but it's been a thrilling ride and the witch appears alot different to what I was expecting in my mind, I was thinking black hair and sharp features lol but the pic shows her in a very attractive way.
Great stuff Pedro, if you're willing to type anymore I'm willing to read it for sure!

For what it’s worth, I’d love to read more, love your writing style and the stories!

Absolutely loving your posts pedro. Would love to hear more of them.

Love your posts
 

Love your posts!!!
Please continue with all of these stories

Thanks for your encouragement, I'll continue my story, but possibly not as prolifically as before!


That Sunday evening I held the note and my fingers were tempted to pick up my mobile. I knew that by now, she should be back home, about a 30 minute drive away. Whilst thinking of this my mind was taken over by what would have happened to the witch since this morning. Who did she pick (or who picked her?) for ‘doctors and nurses’ and which two guys got to soap her body in the shower. Within seconds, I'd released my straining cock from my jeans and as I mulled over the possibility of someone doing the same thing I'd done in my first HAI session, my hand got to work...I came forcefully. Shit, I could have done that, I bet she was the type to stand with her feet apart, inviting ‘no barriers' to be pushed to the limit.

I then felt a wave of depression, is the witch ‘my type'? M had pretty much told me so on the journey home, once I'd read the note. She reminded me of my well versed hate of tattoos. That much was true!

I'd got a scholarship into the Armed Forces, straight from high school and served as an officer for most of my 20s.Most of my contemporaries went to University (only about the top 12% went in those days, unlike today when most go) and now have good jobs. None of them or their wives have tattoos (that I'm aware of!), will they find a ‘tattooed witch’ a bit too odd, when we socialise? Maybe, just put the paper in the bin, plenty more fish in the sea (the dating site I was using at the time) and maybe after this weekend, M is more open to dating? Her embarrassed nudity had been quite a turn on to me.

I mulled things over for 24 hours, a potential date blew me out for midweek (had contact with someone better over the weekend, I suspected) so I had nothing on the horizon. If I'd seen the photo I posted on a dating website and had an approach, would I respond? Damn right I would! Whilst not stunning, she has a warm round face, big blue eyes and a very kissable mouth. I'd not see or know anything until we'd actually met, face to face.

Trembling, I dialled the number. After ringing for a short period it cut off. I tried again, with the same result. Was there a fault? Perhaps she had not activated the message function? Or, did she just not recognise the number, so cut me off intentionally. I waited until 9pm, and gave it another try.
After three rings, a click and before I said a word, the witch's voice said “Hello you, you took your time, but better marks for persistence!” I didn't have the presence of mind to ask her how she k we it was me, I heard myself apologising for waiting, explaining I didn't want to call her after a long day and a long drive. She giggled “you're not wrong about the busy day!” I felt a stirring in my underwear, but decided not to pursue that conversation.
She then asked if I had pen and paper handy, I didn't but told her to wait whilst I got some from the kitchen. With my half completed shopping list in my hand, the witch gave me a series of letters and a number. My brain looked at the ‘code’ trying to decipher it, when she announced “we need to talk, be there before 10pm, as I've got work tomorrow” and with that she hung up.

Then the penny dropped, it was a postcode and the number (I assume) her house number. I opened Google maps and popped in the postcode, this gave me a road and told me under current light traffic conditions it was 24 minutes away by car. The clock said it 9.21 PM, I had little time to think this over. Before I really knew what I was doing, I was out of the door and in my car...it was pouring with rain!

Getting to her road was easy, however seeing house numbers in the dark and finding a parking slot was difficult. I used my phone to get a closer look on Google. It appeared to be several apartments, set back from the road. With my phone torch, I scanned the buttons for her number, it was there, but not easy to read. In the slot for the name by the button was a small cartoon black cat. I pushed the button and without any conversation, the door buzzed and opened. On the first floor, I heard a door being opened. I went up, again my heart pounding and a heightened sense of excitement filling my head.

The witch was standing in her doorway “hallo you" she said and beamed a broad smile. I was taken by how small she was (4ft 11 inches) and now, wearing denim dungarees and a baggy shirt, she again looked so much younger than I knew she was. I suddenly realised I had brought nothing with me, no wine or flowers. As I reached the door, apologising madly, she raised her small index finger and gently placed it on my lips. I didn't ask for anything else, just you. Let's move inside, as we need to talk.

The apartment was full of stuff, clothes piled high, awaiting an iron, a loom with a half completed tapestry and the biggest black long haired cat I'd ever seen. “Oh, just push her off the seat, she's normally out hunting at this time, but I guess she's curious to see you". I sat to one side of the cat, who stared at me menacingly.

The witch started the conversation “have we got a mutual attraction thing going on here?” before I had time to answer her she added how rude of me, I didn't offer you a tea or coffee” “um a coffee would be nice" replying quickly to give me time. “ decaffeinated alright?” she said, already disappearing into the kitchen. The cat still staring got up and moved to the small armchair the witch had vacated.

After two minutes, the witch appeared with two mugs. On seeing the cat, she tutted and continued to where I was on the two seat sofa, also piled with books and paper. Putting down the cups, with a single sweep, the books were ejected onto the floor. She took there place, sitting sideways, her back to the arm, her knees drawn up under her chin...just how she had been before her demonstration of self pleasure the previous Saturday. I looked down, her small bare feet were touching the sleeve of my sweatshirt. She smiled again and said “ was that a fair statement, I'm not normally wrong?”

I realised she probably wasn't wrong, so replied “ you are a gorgeous, funny lady with a beguiling way of doing things, what on earth do you see in me?”. “oh, I see a lot in you ‘mister' from the second you put your head around the door of my room, to the things M told me about you, when we talked for hours about the shit men we'd both had in our lives” “ I'm not exactly George Clooney" I replied. “no, but you're a nice guy and they are few and far between in my book". After a moment she then added “Do you want to give it a try?” I hesitated for a few seconds until I felt her toes move again and then said “ seems like a good plan". “hmm, not the most romantic response I've had, but finish your coffee and push off now! I'm free every evening except Thursday this week and I like Italian food the best...text me with your plans tomorrow!” I had only sipped the coffee once, but put the mug down and picked up my jacket from the floor. She got up and led me to the door “until tomorrow then” she said as I squeezed past her in the open doorway. “until tomorrow” I replied, stooping down to give her a small peck on the cheek. She quickly went up on tiptoes and her lips were placed firmly on mine. After a few seconds she stepped back into her doorway “that'll do for tonight “ she whispered and the door closed with a loud click. I returned down the stairs and out into the rain, what the hell have I done!

HAI
 

Please do continue, this is by far and away the best recounting on the forum, i can't wait to hear how it all develops, and because it is so well written and real life, it is all the more powerful.

Many thanks

Over the next 24 hours, my head was very mixed up, part excitement, part trepidation! I found an Italian restaurant with good reviews about 10 minutes drive from her house. Early that evening I texted the details and told her I'd booked a table for 8pm on Wednesday, tomorrow evening. Strike whilst the iron's hot. I sent her the details by text and immediately received a reply ‘pick me up at 7.45’. Nothing else.

At the appointed time, she was waiting outside, seemingly having a conversation with the large cat. She smiled and virtually skipped over to my car. “hallo again, you! You're very prompt, I like that in a guy".
Another stretch up and another kiss on the lips, perhaps a second longer this time. When we entered the restaurant, she was treated by the staff like an old friend. “ I come here for all special occasions, it's the best Italian for miles". I replied “ I guess this is a special occasion then?” She beamed her wide smile and said “ that will depend on you, mister". We enjoyed a superb meal and chatted non stop about what we had experienced the previous weekend. I noticed she took great care to only reminisce over events before M and I left. We also talked about our lives now and from the past. She showed me photos of her three grown up kids, really odd to think of her with grown up kids, when her expression or lighting could make look 30 years younger.

She also told me about a lifetime with horses and now her practice of the ‘old religion’ that worships the mother Earth. When she describes it, it sounds if it makes perfect sense. She took it up three years ago and all but one of her tattoos date from this recent time. A bit of me was thinking if I'd met her then, would the decision have been more straightforward? By desert, her fingers were playing with mine above the table and in the candlelight she looked prettier than I'd ever seen her.

On the drive back to her place, she invited me back again, but added "your not staying the night, so don't get any ideas of that nature...yet, anyway!" That evening, she had worn a knee length dress, with boots and a top with long sleeves underneath. Although summer, it was not a warm evening. As we went through the outside door, the cat shot between my legs and raced upstairs ahead of us. “looks like she wants to bag the best seat in the place" she chuckled.
The living room was as untidy as before, but two large patchwork cushions were now on the floor, in front of the sofa. After asking my preference of a drink, the witch again disappeared into her small kitchen, returning with two mugs. A coffee for me and tea for her. She put them down next to the two cushions and patted one of them. “Time to make up for lost time” she said. With that she starts to unbutton the sides of her dress and wiggles her shoulders out of the top part, in seconds it falls to the floor. “come on, you've got nothing I've not seen before!” suggesting I join her.

I'm trying to undress and watch her undress at the same time and only succeed in annoying the cat when my trousers get flung on it's head. “mind Luna" says the witch, now only in panties, her large breasts hanging forward as she pops her bra on her pile of clothes. “um, what exactly are we going to do?” I say, hesitating before discarding my underwear. “what you should have been doing Sunday, if my plan had worked out" so, that had been her plan as well as mine!

Now naked and in the dim light of a reading lamp across the room, she looked delicious. “HAI rules" she said “ boundaries are to be respected and I am not having sex with you today, whatever you may be thinking now" What could I say? Then she started again “ hang on, lost it...no, it’s under your cushion” she reached forward, her hand almost brushing my still flaccid penis and her hand disappeared under me. I felt something hard move beneath me and her hand appeared hold a large torch! “ I thought I'd be sitting there" she giggled. “who's going to start, you know the drill, you've done this before!”
“Ladies first" I suggested in an overly polite voice. “if you insist" she replied. I was half blinded when she turned on the torch, more like a searchlight than the small ones provided by HAI. “ah, thought this might be a problem” she grumbled. “hang on a second” She sits up and then stands, as she passes me one delicious breast brushes my cheek, her hand grabs my shoulder to steady herself. “got a dodgy knee and it gives out every once in a while" pushing down she steadies herself. “shine the torch here please" I swing the beam and her bottom is caught in the searchlight beam, big but firm as a ripe peach. She bends forward, to reach behind the sofa. I'm now treated to a full view of what I'd seen on Saturday...but from behind. With one leg raised she stretched even further, the view got better. “there she said, at last" the room went dark except the torch and that now lit her lovely little body from the front. The large breasts with medium to large nipples, the slightly protruding tummy and the neat triangle of short pubic hair, light brown in colour. “ shine it down here, not at pussy" she giggled, pointing to an electrical socket nearby. Within a few seconds we were both bathed in a far more gentle light of the reading lamp, now placed at our side.

“come on, make a bit of space then" said the witch as she assumed her position opposite me. “we are too far apart” I say. “hang on a sec" she replies and our legs interlock, she shuffles her bottom towards me. “right, is that any good?” she asks. “perfect, but we are now in our own light and it illuminates our outside legs. The witch breaks out in a fit of giggles “ this was meant to be perfect, it's not at all what I'd planned" I smile and say “ we're not at HAI, we can change the rules".

She thinks for a minute and says “ you know we are meant to close our eyes when receiving in HAI? Perhaps we could turn off the light and explore gently, as if both our eyes are closed?” I grin “radical, but sounds fun!” “OK” she replied, but whatever happens, sex between us will NOT, I REPEAT NOT be happening tonight, and that's the rules!”
I agree the rules and with a click, we are immersed in darkness, just a glimmer comes from the almost closed door to the kitchen, just enough to see the outlines of each other no more. I reach out and my fingers find her shoulders, her hands land flat on my chest. With just fingertips I explore the wondrous breasts for the first time. They are so firm, I suspect they are not real (they were!) but a surgeon's work. Whilst caressing the outline, I bring my fingertips to her left nipple and feel it harden. “well remembered" she whispered.
Meanwhile, her fingers had already reached the top of my pubic hair and were playing through the tangles. As I trace my finger down her tummy, her fingertips touch the shaft of my cock. It's now fully erect and she gently traces it's shape. “this is a bit bigger than I remember” she whispered. “it's all your doing" I whisper back. I am just about to reach her pubes when she ducks forward, her head almost banging into mine in the process.
To this day, I don't know how she did it (yoga, I suspect) but from a position of facing each other, legs interlocking, I felt her mouth around the crown of cock. Seconds later she was sucking, nibbling with her little teeth and her hands were caressing anything they could reach. I've never had such an incredible blow job...”shit, I'm going to come" I warned her. Her head remained, her mouth still busy. I came with such force, I gave myself a giant leg cramp that made me scream. She stopped, her mouth seemingly full when she said “ you okay, mister?”
“NO! GOT TO MOVE!” I screamed, rubbing my tortured thigh manically! She joined in, using both hands to try and ease the pain. After managing to flex my leg, it subsided. “you get yourself comfortable” that looked painful. I hopped about, hearing giggles from the floor. I carefully sat back down, the witch resumed rubbing my thigh, still giggling. To stop her, I leant forward and gave her our first full blown French kiss, I was soon aware of tasting my own semen, but continued until another leg twinge made me disconnect. “mmm, you are a good kisser” she said. “If you're up to it ‘old boy’, there's part of me that would like a kiss like that, but you'll have to change your position first!”

I sat back and removed my legs from hers, getting down on my knees with my hands either side of her knees, I bent forward. My cheek gently rubbing along one inner thigh until the other met my other cheek and I was aware of a warm, fragrant and very moist vagina at the tip of my nose. No musty smell here, but an almost floral smell. I put out my tongue and very gently started to explore. It was dark remember and I only had a glimpse of that neatly packaged pussy to work from. As my tongue gently patted her outer lips, the witch gave out a loud intake of breath, I proved deeper, my tongue twitching from side to side and top to bottom. A small clitoral hood perhaps? I squirmed my tongue deeper, with dramatic results.
Her thighs clamped around my head with a pressure that alarmed me, to say the least! I could feel her whole body lifting off the cushion, taking my head with it. Several giant tremors went through her, fragrant juices surrounded my tongue and later my lips and even my chin. I'd never known anyone gush quite like this. After about 20 seconds (but felt longer to me) the clamping of my head eased. “can I come up for air please?” I asked in a plaintiff voice. I pulled myself up and we kissed long and hard again.

She swivelled around and put her back against my chest, my arms wrapping around her shoulders and squeezing her gorgeous breasts together. “blimey" she said “ I think we have some very powerful magic going on between us. I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm like that before, certainly not with just a tongue! Where did you learn to do that?” Rather taken aback I replied “ I was going to ask you the same question! I was just probing around in the dark, I'm glad it hit the spot". I felt her feeling around beside me, the light clicked on “need my tea!” she said.
Picking up the big mug, she held it in both hands and sipped it. I was taken by how ‘child like' she could look, at times like this. I kissed the top of her head, her hair was the softest I think I've ever come across and again had this lovely fragrance. I could just see the tattoo on her forearm, the first time I'd noticed it that evening. I reminded myself of what a lovely time I had had...and this was only the first proper date!

For the next 30 minutes, we sat cuddled together hardly saying a word. Occasionally I'd run my fingertips along her arms and across her breasts, this sent little shivers through her. This lovely experience was brought to a conclusion by the cat who decided it was time to resume its nocturnal pursuits. The wriggled free turned to face me “right, I'm going to send you home now, mister. I think we have already gone much further than I'd planned and I'm sticking to my rules...as much as I can, anyway!”
I collected my clothing and dressed quickly.

She returns from the bathroom, now wearing a ridiculously short robe, that doesn't quite cover much below the waist. She looked at me and said “ it was my daughter's when she was 10, she never wore it, so I kept it for emergency wear!” I grinned, “looks lovely from here" I jested. She was already opening the door for the cat who shot out like a rocket. Standing in the doorway, the bottom of her neat little triangle visible where the robe did not quite meet. “can you let the cat out, when you go please? (There was already a yowling from the floor below) and don't I get a kiss goodnight first" I took a step back and we engaged in yet another deep French kiss, my hand slid down her back and soon ran out of robe. I stroked one very firm bottom cheek and started to work forward “enough!” she said “go home or one of us might regret something!”

I virtually danced down the steps, looking back at her silhouetted in the doorway. I reached the outside communal door for the three apartments. “how does it work?” I half whispered. The cat, bored with waiting was now laying into the wood with its razor sharp claws. “push it and turn it" came the witch's voice. “won't move" I replied. “ thought you'd been a pilot and you can't open a door “ I replied “ I wasn't a pilot, I was a...” “ sshh”, she said descending the stairs, trying in vain to pull her robe down.

She pushed past me, tutting loudly. With one movement rather forceful the door swung open, a second later the outside light popped on and simultaneously her robe tie gave way, leaving her totally open at the front. This would not have mattered except a second later three young Male students arrived at the doorway, eyes popping out on stalks! “shit!” screamed the witch trying to cover herself in three directions at once. “evening” said the boldest one and they all filed past us, into the hallway, before unlocking the door to the ground floor apartment, sneaking more than one cheeky glance back. “my neighbours” whispered the witch “they are trainee vicars!” I smiled, “one up for Christianity, I'd say” and kissed her on the top of her head. “goodnight gorgeous” she smiled up “ goodnight mister, text me before you go to bed please, I want to know you get back safely” I promised I would and walked down the communal pathway. Looking back, she was still there, the robe still open to the whole evening world.
My journey back was over in what seemed like seconds. Still reeling from what had happened, my mind was filled with her form, her fragrance and her taste. I texted her from my bed, the simple heartfelt reply I got touched me inside. For the first time in almost two decades, I was either infatuated...or in love with...with a bloody tattooed witch! I was ecstatic and I was troubled in equal measure.

The next day, we spoke twice and we arranged our next date. She would drive over to my place and I'd cook something for us, after I'd given her a tour of the town's historic sites. My full time caring role did not extend to weekends normally, professional carers covered those days, allowing me to have some form of social life. I bought wine, to offer just a glass to her if she was driving home...or more, should she decide to stay the night! That aspect was left unsaid at the time.

Friday, early evening. I'd prepped my meal and it would only take a few minutes to be cooked and served. She arrived 20 minutes late, but breezed in the door, beaming her bewitching wide smile. Rummaging inside a large bag, she pulled out a bottle of something and waved it at me. “can this go in the fridge...if you have one?” she said, checking out the inside of my small but new apartment. After popping the bottle away, she rummaged around again and pulled out a small wash bag...”bathroom?” I grinned, nearly matching hers! “into the bedroom and turn right" I instructed. She soon returned and informed me “hope you've got plenty of towels, that over bath shower looks like it might be tight for two!” Down below, I felt a stirring inside my underwear...again!

I won't go into everything that occurred on that warm and sunny evening, almost four years ago now. We strolled around town, had a drink outside in the garden of a pub and I showed her the sights of the town I was born and grew up in. At about 8pm, I did my impression of a guy who can cook and we polished off a bottle and a half of wine, whilst I educated her on my favourite music. Conversation flowed more easily than I'd ever expected. We learned more about our earlier lives and a little more about ourselves. She was dyslexic and had flunked at school, one son and a bad relationship was followed by two more kids and an abusive marriage. She had “given up on men" for the past four years, the time she had taken up her new spiritual path. I told her my story in more detail, always stroking whatever bare flesh I could reach.

At about 9.30, just as it was getting dark, she whispered “ take me to bed please, we can do the shower thing another time. I can't fight the urge to have you inside me any longer" I kissed her and led her by the hand into my bedroom. Luckily, I'd bought a double bed but as I'd only been here a few months, I'd never had the pleasure of sharing with anyone before. I stopped just in front of the door and asked her to raise her arms. She obliged instantly and I pulled her shirt over her head, a slight struggle and off came jeans and underwear too. Standing in nothing but a colourful necklace, she looked beautiful. The tattoos seemingly smaller in my head. “give me a second" she whispered and closed the bathroom door behind her. I quickly stripped and lay on the bed, my penis already fully erect and raring to go. She came out after a minute, now smelling of flowers or something similar. She slid down and lay under my arm, beside me. Her hand reached forward to gently finger my erection. My other arm could just reach her and I slid my fingers down towards her pussy. I couldn't quite reach, so I changed position slightly to reach further down. She interpreted this as me wanting to lie on her, so wriggled slightly to allow me.

Her legs parted and without any chances of ‘polite' foreplay I'd intended she moved herself directly under me ‘fuck me now please...but be careful I'm not very big down there" Before I'd had time to think about this, two small hands were directing my cock into position. I felt a very warm wet sensation touch the tip of it. I gently pushed forward and was rewarded with what I can only start to describe here. My penis felt as if it was slipping into a tight warm slippery bath of honey...does that make any sense? As I slowly moved, my cock felt like it was being massaged by someone wearing a warm wet glove, covered in slippery soapy lather. This was incredible, like no woman I'd experienced since my two conquests of virgins, thirty plus years earlier. The witch matches my gently thrusts, moaning quietly. I kiss her hard, my tongue darting around her hungry little mouth. She matches that and starts making short sharp hip spasms at the same time. A new little noise comes from the back of her throat, I let her breathe and hesitate my movements “oh, don't stop" she pleaded. Another two or three gentle strokes and her back arches off the bed, she gasps “oh jesus" the warm wet glove tightens around my cock, seemingly getting even wetter and warmer still. I push harder, now feeling my own orgasm being not far off already. As my mind decides to hold off coming more than once, to prolong our lovemaking, her body starts the little spasms again, as her back arches again, her throat now almost making a rasping noise, a wave of pleasure washes over me, without a seconds warning. I feel the even hotter shoot of sperm being shot the length of my cock and straight into the witch at a pressure I'd not expected. She spasms yet again, her fingers digging hard into my arms, almost drawing blood in the process.

For several minutes we lie interlocking, me holding her tight but also allowing her to breath comfortably. I anoint her face and head with HAI style butterfly kisses. She is now sobbing quietly, sniffing as her nose starts to run. “ tissue?” I say. “no, don't move" she instantly replies, “I want you inside me, don’t move off". I wipe her tears with my finger, even wiping the dribble now escaping her nose. She sobs and giggles at the same time, over this. I put my mouth over her nose and gently kiss it, tasting the salt of her tears. My cock now starts to slip back out of her, now deflated and no doubt very well lubricated.

Before I have a chance to move again, she gently rocks her hips, slowly at first, then with more gentle force. Down below, having not totally slipped out, my penis starts to stir. I replicate her movements and within a few seconds, I'm hard again! Remember, when this took place, I was 56 and the witch, 49. Whatever ‘magic’ there was between us was incredible, I'd not been able to ‘double up' and continue after coming ever before. Even when young, it would take a cigarette (those were the days) and a chat before resuming sex. Now we were back to where we were, only minutes before.

She wiggles again, hinting that she needs to move. With a deft move, we swap places and she is on top! This seems to give me more control over myself and it gives me a great view of the witch, breasts now fully within reach! Now, when she orgasms, she nearly bends over backwards. Her long straight hair cascades over my knees. ‘how the hell does she bend like that?’ I think. Our coupling gets faster and faster, by holding her bottom in my hands, I can lift her up a little, allowing me to slide the full length of my cock in and out of her.

We come together, both letting ourselves scream out in exquisite agony. She falls forward, hair covering my head and face. She moves her head up and I see her round little face. This time she is not sobbing, she is grinning wider than I've ever seen anyone grin. Her face and lower neck are bright salmon pink, her eyes at the same time sapphire and an almost unworldly pink. “you alright mister?" she asks, in a breathless little girl voice. For a second I'm speechless, then a voice I don't recognise at first says “I think I'm in love with you" it takes me a second to realise...the voice was mine.

She brings her head back down and putting her lips to ear, she whispered “I fell in love with you last week, mister" and she kisses me gently on my face. As she moves slightly, my cock slips out of her. “ oh dear" she says “ guess the old boy needs a little snooze now" I wonder if she is talking about me or my dick!

Ok...
 

Pedro, you are the master! Awesome job of writing!

" She is now sobbing quietly, sniffing as her nose starts to run."

When I read that sentence it took me back 40 some years. I, too, was with a woman that reacted that way. We celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary 2 weeks ago.

I am hoping that your story will have a similar ending, however I suspect it may not.

In any case, I am truly enjoying your recounting. So much so that I have looked up HAI on the web and found that the eastern USA location is only about an hour away from my home.

That night we adopted a sleeping position that we always assume, particularly after sex, which to be fair was most nights! She was a foot smaller than me and if I lay on my side, with legs bent, she would fit in my arms, her legs bent in an replicated position, like a two dimensional Russian doll. Often she would wiggle her bottom against my genitals ‘to know you are here’ she would say. I guess we made love at first light, when the dawn chorus awoke us and after I'd made us coffee and toast and brought it back to bed.

Our lovemaking was not exactly overly long, the ‘magic’ the witch loved to quote meant we were both able to orgasm with an ease I'd never experienced before. During our first post coital discussions, she insisted I should never hold back on coming, she wouldn't (or couldn't!) hold anything back, so why should I. If that meant it all being over in minutes, we could always repeat things after a short break. I hoped I could live up to the ‘stud’ image she had of me.

After our post breakfast sex, we both attempted to replicate the HAI shower I'd missed by coming home early the previous week...that seemed like a month ago! I had an over bath shower with a plastic curtain. After running the shower for a few seconds, we both got in and hugged underneath the shower. “Oh fuck!” cried the witch, “no shower cap, I shouldn't have got my hair wet" I stroked her wet hair, now dripping down the centre of her spine. “hang on" she said and started opening the shower bag I'd seen her with the night before “you may as well use this now, it's too late to do anything else" Out came a series of bottles, “shampoo, don't use much" and she handed me the bottle. I poured a little in my hand and started massaging it into her head, it was very the****utic and she was virtually purring as I gently rubbed the lather. Conditioner followed and then shower gel. This was applied over her breasts in liberal amounts and lathered up with, how shall I put it...enthusiasm! I'd never encountered such firm breasts that size, her large pale pink areola were topped by quite small upturned nipples which appeared almost by magic after a sweep or two of finger contact. As I worked down, around the rounded belly and soaping her short and quite sparse pubic triangle. As I went lower, I was brought up short. “hang on, use this I'm very sensitive down there" as she produced yet another new bottle.

This new bottle contained some mild and fragrant gel for sensitive pussies. A new one on me, but smelling it, I was reminded of the fragrance from our first encounter! I put a small amount on my fingertips and slid it between her thighs. Gentle pressure allowed one and then two fingers to slide gently inside her...as this happened she convulsed slightly and grabbed hold of the shower box. I moved my fingers out and she started shaking “ooh stop please, I can't take any more of that...err...oh, oh!” her legs seemed to give way and I only just managed to stop her falling over in the bath, possibly even hurting herself in the process. I turned off the shower and helped her to stand up, “you OK?” I asked with some concern. “yes, I'm fine now" she said and gave me a little smile. “what the hell do you do to me, mister?” I replied I wasn't sure what I'd done! She put her mouth up to my ear and whispered “in case you didn't know, you just made me come in about two seconds flat, with just one finger". I was about to correct her by mentioning that I'd used two fingers when she stopped me saying anything by kissing my mouth with a passion I don't think I've ever felt. Both wet, we moved (still in a tight embrace) back to the bed. Sitting down, with me still standing she got to work on my semi erect cock, using the same technique she had so entranced me with on our first night. Once she had worked her magic, she grabbed two pillows and placed them next to her. Standing up, she turned and started to lay on the pillows, with them under her tummy. “fuck me from behind" she whispered. Seeing her large apple bottom raised by the use of the pillows was too good not to try!

Now, I'm no Casanova with a huge repertoire of sexual positions and fetishes but at that second I was wondering exactly what she was asking me to do. Did she mean doggy or anal? Should I ask or just see what develops! This indecision started to dampen my erection too. I decided to use my hand, still partially soapy to encourage things. A little wiggle from my witch indicated she was ‘ready and waiting' for me. Parting those lovely (and surprisingly firm bottom cheeks) I slid my cock into the still wet cleft. She moved again and I felt myself slide into the now familiar glove like tunnel of pure joy again.

Standing, but half crouched I thrust hard and with much more force than I'd used before, the witch started moaning, matching my thrusts herself. Flesh slapped loudly on flesh, the moaning became louder and reached a breathless crescendo the split second I shot my own load into her, she half screamed and forced her bottom hard against my hips, releasing the pressure by slumping forward, my exhausted cock slipping out with some surprise!
After a few seconds, she pulled her feet onto the bed and spun herself around. “that was nice" she smiled. “please take pity on me, I'm an old guy and I need a few hours to recover” I pleaded. We resumed our spoon like cuddling.

That really concludes the HAI element of our relationship, as you might have guessed, it was a highly charged volatile coupling. The sex was the best I've ever had, a day or so after the encounter above, the witch told me that I could do whatever I want in our lovemaking, “even if it's a bit kinky, I'm up for it!”

I would love to write and tell you what we got up to, but in reality I'm not exactly a kinky guy when it comes to sex. She was very happy to fulfil some of my voyeuristic fantasies however, several times she went out with me wearing nothing under her jacket, opening it when nobody was around and once, walking along a local canal path with just a pair of sandals, whilst I carried her coat. She once streaked along a cold Studland beach in early March for a few minutes, but there were only a pair of other walkers anyway near in sight. Plans to revisit in the summer did not materialise.

Neither did her nude appearance at the 2016 Brighton WNBR, despite getting her bike serviced specially for the event. We had our final misunderstanding (the rows always started with her misunderstanding me!) two weeks before the event, I went but did not ride. I had hoped she might have been there, but I guess her willingness to ride naked was to please me. The witchcraft was another area where there was a severe lack of what I'd hoped would be ‘nude cavorting’. Her practice was solitary, the coven she attended was more a social group than an excuse for orgies!

My life moved on and at quite a fast pace, I still have a fondness for my sweet little witch. Writing this series of posts reminded me how good we were together in bed, the waking hours were not quite so good. I've posted another photo taken on a short walking holiday we took...below. If you look close enough you can see the large tatoo on her right forearm. I won't post a bigger one, as I want to keep her real identity secret.

I used HAI style techniques to bed two other ladies I dated in the six months following the end of my witch affair, I'll conclude this thread with them, if there is enough interest?

I was just searching my old PC to see if I had any photos of the two ladies I'm thinking of writing about. I found several of first one, but nothing of the second lady. I see that she has left Facebook too, so I'm unable to post even a distorted photo of her. I'll keep looking, but fear they are on the HD that crashed, taking most of my Spanish stuff at the same time.

The first lady is probably the most beautiful lady I'd ever had the privilege to date,so I did take quite a few photos of her myself. I've had to make an ugly blur to disguise her, as the photos were quite large and close up...they are all fully dressed I'm afraid. As they are not on my tablet that I use day to day, I'll post them all now in anticipation of the story that will follow. I'll call her Jackie...which is pretty close to her real name, but not quite!

Story will be along as soon as I've had the chance to write it, it's going to be fun remembering this one too.

So what? You write it so well it's way more interesting than some explicit almost gynaecological episode, you carry on, the stuff you're writing is as good as any post on here

loving this thread
 

Please do continue and tell us about the two ladies who's lovely photo's you have posted. I really look forward to the continuation as it's the best, I just love youre descriptive writing.

Sorry for the delay, very busy at present but will be back!

That year became my late life 'purple patch 'when it came to bedding women, over the remaining 6 months of 2016. Two lovely ladies would fall for my charm and both be quite fascinated by what I told them about HAI techniques for exploring intimacy. Ladies seem to like the idea of being stroked.

A few weeks on from the departure of the ‘witch’ I signed up to attend a meal at a Greek restaurant, organised by another ‘meet-up' walking group. This group was in a neighbouring county and seemed to have more women than men in their group. I arrived and knew nobody, I felt rather comfortable and nobody seemed to be interested in chatting to a new male member. When we went through into the dining room, I found myself at one end of a long table with an empty seat opposite me. This looked like it was going to be a dull evening!

After about 10 minutes, I was aware of some discussion going on at the other end of the table. Shortly, a late arrival was ushered down to the last vacant seat, right opposite me! I was very pleasantly surprised, as the latecomer was a tall and very elegant woman, dressed in tight jeans and a cheesecloth top. She carried a large bag and seemed as unknown to the group as I was. Not wanting to blow my only chance, I opened the conversation as soon as she sat down. I introduced myself, explained that I was new and worried that I was going to have a rather lonely evening, until she arrived.

“I'm Jackie" came an incredibly well spoken voice “I'm new too and I got lost getting here, I'm hopeless at navigating” I then explained that I used to navigate jet bombers when I was young, but still could get lost whilst driving my car. This seemed to please her, her face was what I would call ‘classically beautiful’ big eyes, high cheek bones and a small mouth and chin. She went on to tell me that she had modelled and acted a bit when she was young, but had married quite early and became a wife and mother. It later transpired that she was an unusual ‘wife and mother’ as her husband worked in the City of London and was heir to a title and stately home in the country.

Had he not found a young Russian blonde and divorced her 10 years ago, Jackie would have been Lady Jackie!

She now lived alone with a small dog in an apartment made up of part of a converted coaching inn, in a nearby historic old town. I asked her about walking, wondering if this might be a common interest, but she then admitted she suffered terribly from ME or chronic fatigue syndrome. This came and went and could keep her bedridden for weeks at a time. Social evenings were all she could manage.

When she went to the bathroom, I was stunned by her incredible figure, way to good for someone who inferred she older than me! We talked non-stop all evening about everything and nothing. We had both studied Buddhism and had a lot of musical interests in common.

When it was time to leave, I offered to walk her to her car, it was raining heavily. She pulled out a collapsible umbrella from her bag and put it up over both our heads. Walking under this, we were much closer than we would normally be, rubbing elbows as we tried to shelter ourselves from both wind and rain. She was 5ft 10in and almost the same height as me, very different to the witch!

We arrived at her car (a sporty Mazda) and I held the umbrella as she got in. I was folding this when she said ‘I've enjoyed this evening, would I sound terribly forward if I asked if we could meet up again?” I agreed immediately and suggested we use the meet-up message system.

She agreed, but then added that she was off to Italy for two weeks or so at the weekend. She would message me when she returned. I drove home feeling excited at the prospect of such a beautiful lady asking me for a date!

Three weeks later, I'd heard nothing!

Can't wait to hear the rest
 

Hi Pedro,

Any chance of continuing the story, it's so good.

Thanks