Giselda was about 5’11” tall, around 15 stone (solid with it), lovely black hair, gorgeous wide hips, tree trunk legs that I instantly wanted to wrap myself around for a month or so. I went where no man had gone before… and boy was it good, did I enjoy it or what!
Part Two – Taking her home…
I was getting myself ready to go and pick up Grizelda, as arranged, from the cottage she was staying in for her visit to England to visit her pen friend and my mate’s wife Susan.
As I was shaving, I was already getting palpitations from certain regions of my anatomy, at the very thought of once more gaining access to Grizelda’s foibles and bodily parts. I came out of dream I was in, and thought I’d better give her a ring to make sure all was still on as planned.
Surprisingly when I called, Susan said Grizelda was shaving too.
She passed on the message that she would meet me at the garden gate at 1100hrs.
I arrived, and as I saw her smile break out above that muscular body, I had to control my legs on the clutch.
I got out to meet her, and she picked me up gave me a wonderful slobbering kiss, put me down, and briefly cuddled my groin area and licked my bald head.
She got into my Austin Allegro estate, the springs were tested as she sat next to me, and adroitly squeezed certain bodily areas of her choice.
We arrived back at the flat, and she did a tour of it and showed her approval.
I was about to make a cuppa and something for us to eat, when she called from the bedroom – that was that ended the cuppa and cakes idea for the moment!
She stood there naked, dominant, hirsute, and demanding attention.
I noticed an empty ‘Huntsman Bourbon Whiskey’ bottle on the bedside table – ‘Highly Suitable’ I remember thinking. She caught me alright… thank the Lord.
I opened my arms and clasped them around her – then did the same to her other leg.
I was thrown on the bed, and encased in her muscular body as she dived on top… ‘twas heaven!
I thought my ribs would have been broken, but didn’t care, as she rolled over and lifted me on top of her.
I licked her armpits, chest, neck, (avoiding the boils) as she turned over again, crushing my pulsing body beneath her now sweating stomach muscles.
The planned trip to the cinema had to be delayed for another day (thankfully) as she was obviously intent and glad to remain available for more romping for the rest of the day!
My submissions that day were pitiful and pleasurable; I reached new heights of delirium in response to Grizelda’s handling of the situation and everything else she handled.
We went and collected her things from the cottage.
From that day, she stayed at my flat for the duration of her holiday… and my pleasure!
The memories of Grizelda are painful – only due to the fact that they are only memories now.