Blogged-In

With our family holidays approaching, Angela and I were keen to get one more meeting together before we faced the ordeal of a few weeks away from each other without the ability to get online and on webcam.

So we decided to go back to the city centre cottage we were beginning to get attached to! Angela was going to be late because she was on a course she had arranged for her and her colleagues and wold need to stay until it ended. I arrived at the usual time and went for a walk, getting caught in a torrential downpour and getting soaked through.

When Angela arrived, she got changed into a silky French Maid’s outfit which she had bought for a theme. We took around 80 shots and some video footage before I took advantage of the cleaning staff…

We then went out for another meal at the excellent pizzeria we had been to before. We bought an excellent bottle of an Italian ‘blush’ wine that we enjoyed so much, we had another! They weren’t allowed to let us take the half-empty bottle away with us, so we stayed and drank the rest!

Back at the cottage, we messed around for a while before Angela sadi she was feeling hot and insisted I accompany her outside with her and to bring my camera. I then took a couple of photos of her out in the back garden, absolutely naked at just about midnight…

We came back inside and watched some TV before Angela changed into a long black velvet dress, red lingerie and black stockings and strappy sandals. We finally finished shooting - literally and figuratively -at around 3.00am before we decided to get some sleep.

The next morning, I made coffees and we got showered and shot some more photos and video and made ove again. Angela was wearing some fabulous Janet Reger lingerie and copper seamed nylons. Stunning!

Another fond farewell until after the holidays.

We decided that we should wait a while before meeting up again, so it was nearly 8 weeks before we met up again towards the end of June.

This time it was hotel we hadn’t stayed in before but in the same city as last time. Our room had a balcony and overlooked the cathedral so the view was excellent. Angela had brought some Karen Millen strappy sandals to show me that I had bought for her. They were fabulous and she looked gorgeous.

We shot around 100 photos of Angela in and out of some white dresses, corsets, seamed stockings and sandals. I did so well to last for so ong before making love to Angela again. She then showed me her new bikini which she wore with some diamanté sandals, posing for photos on the balcony. The looks we were getting from some of the cars at the junction below our balcony!

A fantastic thunderstorm then foiled our plans to go and get a meal somewhere, but it was fabulous watching it and standing on the balcony on the rain.

We did go out, though, to the restaurant we had visited on our first night together and we had a wonderful meal with lots of laughter and conversation.

Then we walked hand in hand back to our room. Angela got changed into a basque, black seams and mules and a leather mini skirt and posed for some photos and video before we made love. I spent ages kissing and licking her pussy before I covered her entire body with kisses and small bites with gentle caresses. Pleasure and pain and all that. Angela says her partner is more of a grope and a poke sort of bloke. He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Carolyn is another one who prefers a quick hump. Foreplay is anathema to her.

We then went to sleep together. Angela doesn’t sleep too well so I was aware on a couple of occasions that she went out to sit on the balcony to think. We were like an old couple!

We had breakfast in our room the following morning: I served us both from the breakfast tray - a small courtesy she doesn’t have extended to her very often - and we just chatted and watched daytime TV until we checked out and went our separate ways. I made her laugh when I was presented with the bill: I exclaimed “how much?!” in a loud voice before giving the receptionist a huge grin to show her I was kidding.

One of the benefits of booking into a cottage rather than a hotel - from a ‘professional’ point of view - is that you have more potential ’sets’ to work with.

Angela couldn’t wait to see me again - a view I shared - so we took the piss a bit and decided to meet up just four weeks after our idyllic cottage break.

This time, we’d booked a cottage in the centre of a cathedral city, the only drawback being we had to leave our cars in a near-ish multi-storey car park and walk back and forth.

The cottage in question was another recent refurb but was very reasonably priced and was light and airy, excellent for well-lit photographs.

We started with a secretary theme with some upskirt shots before I had to take Angela over the kitchen table! There’s only so much visual stimulation I can take; that’s my excuse anyway…

We then did some bare-legged photos and videos, some sex, some white stockinged themes - with lace topped stockings as Angela has laddered the white nylons, much to my chagrin - and some more black nyloned shots. We were then making love (taking a few photos too!) when at this point, I decided to hook up the video and filmed me whipping Angela with a silky whip she’d brought with her before having sex with her standing up and entering her from behind, pulling out at the last moment to spray cum all over her bum and back. I’ve since replayed that video a number of times…

We dressed and then went out for a meal, choosing to go for a pizza and some wine. I loved the conversation: we laughed and joked and Angela talked about her life, her family and friends and we must have looked to the world like a couple very much in love. Which we were.

Then we walked hand in hand back to the cottage where we took photos and made love into the small hours again. You see, we find that my taking photos is very much part of our foreplay. It makes Angela feel sexy and it makes me hard as a rock!

Parting the next morning was hard as usual…

Rather than arranging another liaison at a hotel, Angela and I discussed my booking a cottage in the countryside near her home for a few days. We found a lovely looking cottage that was available by the week but we managed to get them to let us have it for two nights.

I made an excuse about working and headed off to the cottage. When I arrived, I found a very recently renovated cottage on the edge of a working farmyard. To be honest, it looked like something out of an upmarket home decoration magazine. When Angela arrived, she was very taken with the place as she’s very interested in interior design having done up her last two houses herself.

She did, however, have some bad news: she’d not be able to stay late that evening with me and she’d have to be away during the afternoon too. I went food shopping as I had decided to cook on both evenings after which I went back and cooked myself something and waited for Angela to come back.

When she did, we spent the evening taking photos and making love until she had to go.

I woke to a glorious morning in peace and tranquility … shattered by the oil tanker coming to top up the heating tank! But after a nice breakfast and lots of coffee, I did some work and waited for Angela to arrive.

We then spent the day taking photographs and maing love with plenty of changes of outfit for Angela. At one point, she was wearing a black corset dress, stockings and mules and was posing for me with a little light bondage thrown in. And then she gave me a blowjob I would never forget: now, until I met Angela, I could frankly take them or leave them, but Angela… The difference this time was that rather than stopping, she made me cum in her mouth - something I have never done with anyone else.

In the afternoon, I was due to meet her best friend and her partner about some work as well, so we headed off to see them. So after getting on with her friends like a house on fire - the guy was into motorbikes in a big way too - Angela went off to do more family stuff before returning for a meal with me. This was unusual for her: her partner doesn’t cook and isn’t very adventurous with his food either. I wasn’t at home with all my ingredients and gadgets, so I had decided to play safe with my beef risotto.

Whilst I was cooking, Angela went off and had a long soak in the bath, coming back dressed for dinner: she said I’d made the effort to cook for her so she’d made an effort to dress for me. It was much appreciated.

We spent the rest of the evening sitting and stroking each other, taking a few more shots and just chatting, kissing and making out generally. Lots more lovemaking into the wee small hours before we feel asleep together in that lovely pitch blackness you only get in the countryside.

I woke early to find that Angela was already up and had been sitting in the conservatory thinking for a while. We both wished we could simply move in to the place and live there together and Angela had been working out what had happened to us both. She also had to make some phone calls to her partner.

We then spent the morning just sitting together and chatting over coffees before we headed off in separate directions.

It was one of the magic times when time had just stood still and we were together to the exclusion of everyone else. Nothing else mattered. We vowed to go back there again some day.