[Pedro the Fisherman]

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?