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It had been three weeks or so since Carole walked out of that pub. Work was a grind, with my brain filled up of questions and no answers, just theories, and work was just a grind anyway. But I did have a return visit by Inge to look forward to, even though she was travelling with her mother.
Just getting to go home and my phone rang. “Hello?”
“Vee? It’s Hazel, remember?”
“Of course I do, gorgeous! How are you?”
“Just been wondering how you’re doing,” Hazel said. “Look, I’m out on Friday night with a few friends. Do fancy coming over to the Bush?” Well, there’s an offer! It would be lovely to be reacquainted with her bush!
“Yeah, why not? As you can imagine, I’m not doing much. Time and place?” I said. So, we made arrangements to meet in a pub in Shepherds Bush. At last! Something to look forward to!
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Friday soon rolled around. A shower at the local sports centre on my way home from work, a decent shave and change of clothes and I was ready to go! I got the tube to Shepherds Bush and found Hazel at the entrance. We spotted each other, had a warm embrace and shared a polite kiss on the lips. The pub was only two buildings away.
“Not in the pub, then?” I said.
“Nah, there’s usually a live band but not tonight. So I thought we could go up West?” Hazel replied.
“But, your friends?”
“Oh, they’re just band groupies so, no band, no friends! Just you and me! If that’s OK?” Oh, more than OK, I thought to myself. “So, let’s go!”
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The Circle Line didn’t quite take us to the West End but we got off at Victoria station, just one stop after my childhood stomping ground! We got to a pub called the Bag o’ Nails, just up the Buckingham Palace Road. It was quite lively but the crowd was mainly commuters, having a endoftheweek drink before going off to their suburban homes for the weekend. As such, the pub became a little more quiet later in the evening. Time for a decent chat!
“I take it Carole gave you my number?” I began.
“Actually, no. I know where you work so just looked it up in the directory. I asked Carole if it was OK to call you, though. She didn’t seem too bothered. ‘Do you want his number?’ she said. I told her that I already had it and she said, ‘Bloody hell, you’re keen!’ and laughed.” Hazel smiled as she told the . “And so, here we are!”
“Yes,” I replied. There was a bit of small talk I didn’t want to bombard Hazel with questions about me and Carole, maybe that would be for later.
We decided not to go on to a club so stayed in the Bag o’ Nails. The name was a corruption of the name of the Roman god of wine, Bacchus, apparently. A bacchanalia is festival of drink which may lead to ual revelry! Well, I was hoping …
Eventually, we ran out of small talk, I asked Hazel how she got interested in women. Having seen her perform with at least four women, I was sure that her tale would be very y!
“Well, I already was a little bit before I started working with Carole. You know Jackie at our work? Well, I’ve been with her a few times when she hasn’t had a boyfriend for a while. Then, Carole told me about the night that you were confronted at your place by Celly and Ginny. She told me that she didn’t want to have a girl fight in the street so she made the first move.”
“Oh, yes, she did. Wow, that was a night!”
“I can just imagine! Ooh, hell, I’m already feeling a bit damp! Hahahaha!” She squirmed a little in her seat. “Anyway, the rest is hi, as they say.”
“Definitely hi, I’m sorry to say,” I said, “I don’t think I’ll have threesomes like those that we had ever again!”
“No, don’t say that. I’m sure there will be plenty of girls who are up for that sort of fun!” She smiled, I shrugged. “Awwww, come on, Vee. You know … I’m up for that sort of fun!” She gave a little grin
I chuckled and she said, “That’s better, a lovely smile” and she leaned over to kiss me. That cheered me up 100% right away!
“Anyway, you remember Barry, that dickhead boyfriend I had? Well, when we first went out together, we went on dirty weekend. To Hamburg in Germany! I’d never been there before but I never saw anything like it in my life, I was only nineteen. You know the expression ‘window shopping’? Prozzies we’re sitting on their front rooms, naked in front of their open windows! Guys could go to the window and get a price and go in for a fuck!”
“Bloody hell!” I had heard about this when I lived in West Berlin but I’d never seen it or knew anyone who had done it.
“So, anyway, Barry and I walked further into this area and came across the strip clubs. Well, he paid our entrance money and we went into one. It wasn’t very crowded and Barry insisted on sitting right near the stage. We ordered drinks and I noticed an aroma of joints in the air. So we waited for a while, the drinks came to our table and, after a while, the strippers came out. Some danced erotically to the music, some plodded around with not much rhythm. The club started to get busier because the regulars knew that the ier dancers came on to the stage later on.
“It was quite a warm evening so I was wearing something light, a Tshirt dress, with high heels, I wanted to look y for my new boyfriend. So we were nuzzling into each other and it was clear that we were loved up!”
“Right!” I said with bated breath!
“One dancer, she was beautiful and very y in her moves and the way she took off her not very much clothing! I’d had a few drinks and I was clapping and cheering as she danced, a big smile on my face. Our eyes met and she seemed to focus on me for a fleeting moment. Then she danced along the stage and came back to the spot where we were sitting. She held out her hand, beckoning me to come on to the stage. I looked across at Barry and he mouthed, Go on! So I did.”
“And?” Of course, I was eager to hear more.
“Well, she sat me on a chair that she used in her act and continued to dance around the stage. She seemed to be whipping up support for the next part of her act and, suddenly, I became the big item on her agenda. Not knowing the language, I had no idea what was going on but then, there was a cheer from the crowd and the y dancer turned to me and knelt down in front of me. She started to take off my shoes, quite easy as they were only strappy high heels. But, in doing so, she had lift up each leg to remove the shoes. I just knew that she could see the damp patch on my white knickers. And it was getting more wet!”
” hell, Haze, I’m going to need a wank soon!” I whispered. I didn’t need the whole pub to hear what I was saying!
“Stop it! You’re going to set me off too!” A pause for breath. “Then, she did that hairtossing thing that dancers do as she both her hands up each leg. And you know how long my legs are, Vee!”
“Oooooo …” was the only sound I could make.
“The stripper was on her knees and got up to stand behind the chair. I could see her arms flailing about as she was whipping up the crowd again. More cheering! She bent over me and asked me ‘Kiss?’ I smiled and nodded. She planted a nice, gentle kiss on my lips. There was more waving and more cheering and she bent over for another kiss, a little bit more urgent than before.”
I halfheartedly said “Wow!” with a dry mouth, getting really turned on by Hazel’s , which continued.
“She was standing behind me, waving her arms again to whip up the crowd and they cheered. She started to run her hands up and down my dress, I was getting hot under the stage lighting and I was getting high from the drinks and the aroma of joints. She leaned over to kiss me again and I thought, fuck it, I pulled her head into mine and we had a proper kiss, deep and horny with tongues and everything!”
I couldn’t say anything, I just sat there, openmouthed and eyes open wide in a mix of shock and surprise.
“As we broke away, she whispered ‘Take clothes off now?’ I was so into what was happening with this beautiful stripper, I just yelled ‘Oh, yeah!’ She was so good, I hadn’t noticed that she had undone my bra in a moment and she was whipping up the crowd again and the cheering got more intense. Barry was loving what was happening too, the grin on his face as his new girlfriend was on stage with a stripper was a sight. Her hands went down to the bottom of my dress and she started to lift it up my body. The crowds cheering was getting louder and louder.”
I needed to get away to get some more drinks. “Hold it there!” I said to Hazel. I had to rearrange the front of my trousers before I went to the bar. Fortunately, the bar wasn’t busy so I was back with drinks pretty quickly, ready for the next episode.
“So …”
Hazel continued, “Oh, you stopped me at the wrong time; I’ve lost track!”
“She started to lift up your dress …”
“Oh, yeah! Well, she lifted up my dress, the crowd is getting loud and Barry is going crazy. Suddenly, I’m on stage, naked apart from my panties. The stripper still had her panties on too. We danced together for a short while then she sat me back on the chair. She leaned over me to kiss me and suck on my tits then knelt in front of the chair. She lifted up my legs one after the other.
“She ran a hand down my legs to feel my wet panties and massaged my pussy briefly before taking off my panties. I was totally naked on a stage in front of total strangers, and I was loving the attention I was getting from the stripper. I was so high that I didn’t feel embarrassed or shy. I was free! Then a table was placed on the stage. She licked my pussy then moved up my body to tell me what to do. ‘Lick my pussy?’ I couldn’t refuse. But I asked if my boyfriend could join us. ‘Oh, ja, big man?’
“She lay down on the table and she motioned me to sit on her face! Oh, fuck, I thought, this is happening! So I climbed onto the table and planted my pussy on her face. As I looked around the club, I saw loads of guys standing up with their trousers around their ankles, fondling their growing erections. Then a bell rang. Suddenly, all the other strippers came out from backstage to select men to have with!
“I called Barry to get on stage and fuck the stripper while I ground my pussy on her face. I fell forward to take off the stripper’s panties and lick her pussy. Barry quickly dropped his trousers and got out his cock. I gave him a quick suck and guided his cock into her pussy. All around the club, there was grunting, moaning and squealing as the strippers did their best to satisfy the club’s customers!
“More important for me was that my pussy was soaking all over the stripper’s face, I could feel her hot breath as she moaned from Barry’s thrusting. The whole place was a fuck club! Barry came pretty quickly; me and the stripper were still going at it. I was close to coming and fell forward onto her pussy. I licked Barry’s spunk from her, and we just kept going! It was amazing! We were just lost in each other, even with everything else that was going on.
“She tapped me on my backside, basically, to let me know that it was time to come. So we increased our speed, and I felt the deep feeling in my tummy as I moaned to my climax. I hoped she had come as well. We stopped and disentangled ourselves. I leaned over her to kiss her and she tasted Barry’s spunk on my tongue. And so ended my very first time with another woman!
“A lot of the strippers had finished with their partners, and some had even taken an extra partner, some separately, some in a threesome.
“As we calmed down, I tried to ask what happened when the bell rang. From what my stripper said, all I could make out was that, as our act was going beyond public decency, the managers lock the doors so that the police can’t get in to arrest everyone. The club then becomes a private party, and the bell tells everyone that they can join in with ! WOW! What an amazing arrangement!”
“That is brilliant! Turn an ordinary strip show into an orgy! Hazel, you are one y lady!”
“You know what, Vee? I never found out the stripper’s name!”
“Fuck me, Haze! Bloody hell! WOW!”
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After she had finished her amazing , I was totally ready to have my own party with Hazel right there and right now! We quickly downed our drinks and left the pub. We were a long way from Shepherds Bush and we couldn’t wait! We found an alleyway down the side of a shop and had our own party right there. Hazel knelt down to pull out my raging cock from my pants, she gave me a quick suck and I turned her around and take off her panties. Wow, they were soaking wet! I bent her over, lifted up her dress and fucked her doggystyle as fast as I could, more for getting the pleasure rather than fear of getting caught by a passing policeman! I pumped her full of my spunk. I pulled out and wiped my cock on her panties. I dabbed her pussy so she wouldn’t dribble and I brought her panties to her mouth so she could suck the spunk from them.
” hell, Vee, you are bloody crazy! I love it!”
“I was so horny, I just had to have you! So glad you called me for a drink, hehe!”
“Do you want to come to mine?”
“Let’s go!”
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We were on the tube, it was a quiet part of the Circle Line and the carriage was pretty much deserted, just a woman at the other end. Hazel sat opposite me, blowing me kisses and I was blowing them back! She moved her legs apart and I could all the way up her dress. hell, that pussy was naked! What a tease! She hadn’t put her panties back on after we had fucked in the alleyway. She looked up and down the carriage and saw that noone was looking. She brought her hand down to her knees and moved her dress out of the way. Then she began to finger her pussy lips, occasionally dipping one inside. She took her finger out and it had a drop of spunk hanging from it. She licked her fingers very ily and put them back down to her pussy. Sadly, that was all she could do as the train pulled in to Earl’s Court station for the first of two changes to Shepherds Bush. She pulled her dress down and recovered her composure. More than I could do, though, as I had to rearrange the front of my trousers for the third time that evening!
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Finally back at Hazel’s flat, we stumbled into the lounge. She made cups of coffee, and we sat on the sofa together, entwined like young lovers would. We sat quietly, enjoying each other’s presence. Strangely, neither of us mentioned Carole at all. The girl who had brought us together on that New Year’s Eve had seemingly become a part of the past for me. Maybe this would be a new start …
Time for bed …
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Not for the first time, I was waking up in bed beside Hazel and, not for the first time, she was cupping my balls in her hand! It was most comforting to feel her cool hands on my tender parts but I knew it wouldn’t be long before the old morning glory would kick in!
I was consciously awake but hadn’t yet opened my eyes. Hazel was already awake beside me. I could tell by her light touch setting off my morning glory into a firmer state! I opened my eyes to see her staring up at me. She looked so beautiful, sweet and innocent. Beautiful she was, sweet and innocent she certainly wasn’t!
“Good morning, crazy guy! You want anything, Vee?”
“You!” Hazel laughed. “Well, we’ll see about that!” she replied.
“Can we just lay here for a while?” I pleaded.
“Of course we can,” she said. I was in no rush to leave this stunning girl to go back to my dull bedsit across London.
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We dozed off for a while. I was lying on my back but rolled over towards Hazel to cuddle into her. With my arms wrapped around her, I couldn’t avoid her beautiful breasts. I cupped one in my hand but reached further to hug her and both her lovely tits.
Inevitably, this caused my cock to twitch and, despite being halfasleep, Hazel felt it tapping on her back. With a little bit of hip wriggling, she managed to get my hardening cock in between her legs. She was moving back and forth so my cock was now rubbing along her pussy lips. Finally, she brought her hand down to guide my inside her pussy and we settled onto a slow and gentle fuck, spooning each other.
Oh, what bliss! There was no hurry, it was just me and her, noone else waiting for their turn for pleasure. Then, Hazel leaned forward which changed the angle of our fuck. I lost my grip of her tits but I held tight to her hips. The slightly downward curve of my erect cock meant that my head was rubbing against Hazel’s Gspot. Suddenly, she went crazy! She speeded up, pushing herself back into me, and I had no choice but to go with her.
We were sliding sidetoside on the bed and getting faster every moment that her pussy and my cock were connected. I managed to make Hazel slow down back to the gentle pace we had before and then, bang! We were back up to speed! I managed to grab hold of her hips and pull her up on to her knees as I was getting on my knees. How I didn’t fall out, I’ll never know! We were now in full doggystyle and going at it like there no tomorrow.
My head was still in place, rubbing right up against her Gspot, and Hazel started to squeal and shouted, “Fuck! Fuck!” with every thrust I made. More squeals, more shouting. I couldn’t hold her much longer and then, I felt her hot squirt all over my balls. She screamed breathlessly I made my final thrusts and I came inside her pussy in rapid pulses. She managed to squirt some more as my pulses started to slow and we rolled back onto our sides, my spunk starting to dribble from her wrecked pussy.
We lay together in a breathless state until my cock plopped out of her pussy. Neither of us said a word, we were too exhausted.
“Oh, Vee, I love you!” Then, the realisation of what she had just said. “Oh, shit!” A pause, then, “Sorry, Vee!”
“It’s OK. It’s the heat of the moment,” I coolly replied. I rolled over onto my back. Hazel rolled over as well but was too embarrassed to make eye contact. She rested her head on my chest and took my sticky cock in her hand. She wasn’t really doing anything, just holding me, but I twitched.
” hell, Vee, you’re amazing!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we just did it and you’re ready for more?”
“Maybe …” Hazel started to massage my cock, rather than wank me, and was starting to get a response. She used her fingers to form a circle, pushed down on the end of my cock and rolled the foreskin back to expose my head. Then, gently wanking me now, she had got me to almost rock hard.
Her next move was to climb across me and sit on my cock, sliding it all the way into her pussy. She rode me for a few minutes, dribbling her juices and my spunk on to my shaft. I was able to reach up and paw at her tits but she stayed upright, still trying to avoid eye contact. She climbed off from me and shuffled down the bed to take me in her mouth. I could only see her auburn curls bobbing up and down as she sucked me. Occasionally, she would pause, take a breath and take my cock in very slowly, as deep as she could. She would suck my length for two or three strokes then it was back to bobbing up and down.
Then, another pause, another slow suck, more bobbing up and down. She carried out this treatment about five, maybe six times. I had come heavily in our doggystyle fuck that I’m sure that I had little left to give. As a result, I was lasting longer. But finally, Hazel must have tasted a drop of precum because she performed her last slow, deep suck before finishing me off with her rapid bobbing up and down. Her hands were holding down my hips, she was wanking me with her mouth!
My breathing got faster and my grunting became louder before I shouted out with my explosion of spunk into Hazel’s mouth. As I did, she brought her hands into play and wanked me off to make sure she got every last drop! She was amazing!
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We spent the weekend together and had many wonderful times. Not always in bed, though. Shepherds Bush is another vibrant part of London and, of course, there is the worldfamous market. The market was actually another part of my childhood. Who knew that, many years later, I would be strolling around the market with such a gorgeous, y woman?
When I came to the market before, I was six years old, and the woman was my mother! It was 1964, the height of Beatlemania, and she bought me a Beatles wig made of plastic. I was thrilled to have this piece of fashion that I wore it to school on Monday morning! My teacher told me to take it off so I did and I never wore it again!
Back at the market, Hazel bought some vegetables to go with something she was planning to cook. I hate to say this, but was this a sign of a step up from Carole, whose best culinary effort was tea and toast? We will soon find out!
I was enjoying Hazel’s company so much, as well as the awesome , I was beginning to think that could SHE be The One?
