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October saw me doing some work away from home in Leeds. I was staying in one of the better hotels in the city and Angela was going to be working nearby too for one of the days so of course we chose to meet up.

We had a wonderful meal in the hotel and Angela and I just sat and talked for hours at our table before returning to our room for some photos and foreplay and more. Well … that was the plan anyway. She showed me some new high heels I had bought for her and some new lingerie and so after fewer than 30 photos I almost begged her to let me make love to her. And that’s what we then did into the wee small hours before I kissed her goodbye as she drove off back to her home.

I think I was lucky to get one word in over dinner the night before: I just sat and listened as Angela talked animatedly about goings on at her work. And I was more than happy for her to do this. She seems so full of energy and life. And despite my knowing very little of what her job actually entails, I like that she feels so comfortable around me.

Back from our respective holidays – during which I even had to top up Angela’s mobile whilst she was abroad – we arranged to meet up again.

This time, I booked a suite in the same city as usual. This meant we had a large bedroom with a four poster and a separate sitting room area. The decor was … quirky: pumpkins on the curtains.

We took a load of photographs, starting with a secretarial theme. Angela looked good enough to eat so that’s what we then did. During the afternoon, evening, night and the next morning, we took well over 400 photos and made love countless times. Some wine and a meal. Lovely.

The next morning, we had breakfast in our suite in front of the telly before finishing our photography and yes, more lovemaking.

Angela commented at one point on how intense I became, like I wanted to consume her. She wasn’t wrong. I love this woman…

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.

Well after our first night together at the end of November, the texts and e-mails flowed back and forth between Angela and I.

Indeed, it had got to the point where my ’secret’ pay as you talk mobile account was starting to be expensive after having only the occasional top-up, so I signed up for a contract with another provider offering a new phone – my old one died under the demands! – and a large text package.

In the meantime, Angela and I endured a Christmas break unable to really communicate as we were messaging each other from work regularly. We had made arrangements for another night together in another part of the country, at a hotel I use two or three times a year for bike-related stuff. Having booked three rooms in advance, there was a degree of irony in that I would very likely be staying there later in the year with Carolyn and the room I had booked for Angela and I was much nicer – the bridal suite, to be precise!

I had been busy buying yet more lingerie and sexy shoes for Angela too.

So on a cold but bright January day, I arrived and booked in and unpacked in the suite. Angela rang to say she’d be a little late, but no bother. When she arrived, I carried her bags into the room and we got down to ‘business’; by that I mean Angela changing into various pieces of lingerie and heels for me to photograph. This carried on for most of the afternoon and early evening.

She was so sexy and it wasn’t long before we were making love and indluging ourselves – OK, mainly me – with a stocking-clad footjob before we moved to the bed ending up with me cumming all over Angela’s back and superb bum.

We decided to take a break and head off for dinner to the restaurant. Angela dressed up for me in a wonderful silky evening dress she was wearing for the first time paired with some killer mules. She looked gorgeous and despite a wonderful meal and sparkling conversation, my mind couldn’t help but wander on to just how sexy she looked.

Anyway, after a lovely meal and a few drinks, we headed back to our room, stopping on the way for Angela to ring her partner to avert suspicion. Once in our room, I poured some more wine whilst Angela rang her best friend who had been texting her.

We then did a whole load more photos and video into the wee small hours featuring Angela in various combinations of lingerie, shoes and stockings before consigning the camera to the corner and concentrating on ourselves before falling asleep in each others’ arms.

A late lay-in and then we went our ways until the next time…

So following a lot of e-mails and texts and later that same month, I arrived at a hotel clutching my camera equipment, an overnight bag and bottle of champagne.

I had been very worried indeed about what lay ahead: plans had been made for us to have another photoshoot and then for us to stay overnight, taking our relationship that much further.

Worried? Well I know I could snore for my country in the Olympics plus Angela had not seen me undressed and might not like me – I’m six feet tall and weigh around 200lbs and although a lot of it is muscle there’s around 10lbs at least of fat around my waist plus at my age things generally are thinking about being a tad flabby or heading southwards. I am one of those people who look much better dressed.

Since the first photoshoot, I’d been busy buying lingerie and shoes for her.

So at 3.00pm, a little later than planned, she phoned me to say she’d arrive and I traipsed off to the car park to carry her bags for her and to escort her back to our room, where the champagne was chilling nicely. Anglea had brought a bottle of red wine with her too just in case we ran out.

She unpacked all her lingerie and shoes whilst I poured some glasses of champagne – I chose Mumm Classic as this is nicely balanced between dry acidity and a fruity roundness rather than a Bolinger which I find too dry on its own – and she started changing for the photographs.

We started with a comedy black PVC bra and thong worn with 3½ inch black stiletto-heeled sandals. The PVC looked exceptionally tacky off, but as soon as she put them on, they looked far better than expected, although as Angela said to me, if she’d been ‘bigger’ she’d have had trouble staying in as the cups were very small.

She then changed into a gorgeous lace-up white “bridal” corset with matching thong rounded off with some lovely “mariamare” 4″ stiletto-heeled white and diamante sandals (I’d been dubious about how the black heel would work with the white sandal but they’re fabulous). That corset is spectacular! To the touch, it’s gorgeous too…

She then attached the suspenders to it, and changed into some white point-heeled fully-fashioned nylons and the sandals for some more shots before taking off the sandals for some white nylon-soled photos. And, er, a little bit of interaction from me, I must confess – just kissing and running my tongue over her soles.

The next one up was a white, silky, boned, slip-on corset again with the white sandals. First we did some shots with and then without the white nylons. One of the bones popped out of a cup which was making things a bit sore, but I kissed it better…

Then Angela revealed a black basque of her own that she’d owned since she was 18 and wasn’t sure would fit now (between 10 and 20 years on…). It did. Being nicely boned, it cinched her waist in really nicely. We decided for the bare leg photos to match this up with a pair of fuchsia mules with a diamante toe-ring from Miss Selfridge (I think a 4″ heel). Simply stunning. I must admit to a fair degree more ‘interaction’ at this point from me (terribly unprofessional) especially as the champagne had gone and we were well into the Merlot by now.

We used the full-length mirror to show the difference a 4″ heel makes to the shape of a woman’s legs, her posture and indeed deportment. Angela regularly wears 2½” and 3″ heels (even to drive in) but was tryng a 4″ heel for the first time.

Anyway, after a few shots, we decided to change the sandals for some Havanna-heeled seamed nylons with the black stilettos again. Very nice, even if the suspenders kept getting detatched from the basque.

By now, we’d managed 204 photos and (due to the smaller room thanks to the age of the hotel) a few minutes of video, not as much as last time. But we were both hungry as it was gone 8.00pm so we went out for Dinner (and more wine…).

On our return, despite our best intentions to get some more ‘work’ done, we simply made ourselves more comfortable, continued with the Merlot and … spent some time with Angela wearing the white boned corset, white seams and white stilettos. No camera this time, but a lot of checking details and close-up inspection of seams, etc…. Mainly with my hands, mouth and tongue. A few hours later – with less than an hour’s “recuperation” for a certain part of me – and we finally decided to get some sleep as it was now well into the wee small hours of the morning.

We finally woke at around 8.30am and I made us some coffees to drink in bed. The plan had previously been to have another photo session in the morning … but that plan was quickly consigned to the bin thanks to a “Morning Glory” on my part and the body of a 20 year-old on her part!

We decided after a little while (OK, I suggested it then!) that it might be nice for Angela to put on her fuchsia sandals again following which I paid a lot of attention to her gorgeous feet, particularly her lovely arches and toes before spending the best part of half an hour enjoying her beautiful pussy with my mouth and tongue… By this time, I was (very) erect again and decided to continue paying close attention to her pussy and G-spot with my left hand whilst masturbating with my right hand with one aim in mind: cumming all over her pretty feet in those fuchsia heels. It was fabulous, streaming cum all over her feet and between her toes and on the sheets and… Angela loved the sight of it all too afterwards and the squishy feel of my cum between her soles and the sandals.

By this time, it was after 11.00am and depending upon who you spoke to or what you read, it was either a midday checkout … or an 11.00am one! So we quickly showered and dressed, checked ourselves out and went off to a café for a ‘proper’ cup of coffee before saying our farewells … until the next time.

Now re-reading all this makes me realise just how at ease we were with each other and how experimental we could be bearing in mind we’d never slept together or made love with each other before. And yes, it was far more involving than ‘just’ sex.

What do you think of when you hear the word ‘mistress’?

For me, it had two connotations:

1. In an S&M context, the Mistress would be a dominatrix; and
2. In an affair context, a mistress could be someone who was single and maybe looking for a no-strings attached relationship or maybe something longer term?

But what actually transpired in my case was something different.

I was looking for some amateur models for my stockings and heels themed web site and for some reason chose to advertise on a free adverts web site (not one I’d seen or heard of before either). Knowing I’d be visiting a client in a certain part of the UK, I made the advert specific to seeking a model in that area. I had a few responses but the one that particularly caught my eye was the one Angela sent me asking for more details of my specific requirements. I e-mailed her back and Angela sent me two photos of herself from holiday. They weren’t ‘glamour’ photos or anything: just one in the hotel swimming pool and one from the beach, fully-clothed. But there was something in those photos and her e-mail that made her the best fit for the site, I thought.

Angela wasn’t keen on coming to my hotel, so we made an arrangement for us to meet at her house with her friends nearby to keep an eye on things. After some last-minute jitters that almost saw her cancelling, the day arrived and I went to meet her with my cameras. As Angela opened her door, I was instantly pleased with my choice of model as I felt an attraction towards her; more than just a casual “phwoar!” We had a cup of coffee and a chat and then she went to change into some lingerie for the photoshoot.

When she came back out of her bedroom, she was wearing a dressing gown over stockings, lingerie and high-heeled strappy sandals. I fell in lust instantly! Managing to maintain my composure and despite an erection trying to force its way through my jeans, I took a whole load of photos and video with Angela in various stages of undress (including fully dressed!) before heading away towards my hotel after promising I’d use her again for the site. Angela was a natural, almost knowing what I was looking for and being incredibly patient whilst I got her posing in all sorts of stances and positions around her house. She had apparently done some modelling work 20 years or so beforehand, but it could well have been yesterday with her poise and elegance.

Later at my hotel room, I received a text message from her asking if there would be any possibility of doing some more photos at my hotel as she’d been limited for time during the day. I jumped at the opportunity and waited nervously in the hotel reception area for her to arrive. We went up to her room and shot some more themed photos and video, culminating in her lying naked on my bed apart from a thong and strappy sandals with me laying alongside her snapping photos. As the evening got later and later, I found myself unable to hold back any longer and – despite fearing a slapped face – I ventured hesitantly forward to give her lovely bum a small kiss. When that wasn’t rebuffed, I went further and did the same to a nipple… It was now quite late and Angela had to leave so she dressed and I walked her out to her car, pausing for a kiss in the lift and another outside.

A little while later, I got a couple of texts from her as she was driving home: her mind had been racing as indeed mine had.

Over the next few days, we e-mailed trying to work out what had been happening and making plans for another photoshoot. This would take place elsewhere and would give us more time together as it would include an overnight stay.

To be continued…