[Pedro the Fisherman]

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!