Maggie, the gorgeous redhead

This is Maggie, a gorgeous redhead who I met through the Photography Group.  She wanted me to take some more pictures of her, for her portfolio and I was more than happy to do so.

I explained to her about my blog, she checked it out and liked it and so here's her set.  And, as ever, if you want to get in touch with her, email me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass the messages along.

Enjoy!

Love In An Elevator!

It had been about ten days since Christina and I last saw one another.  I’d been in Nottingham, doing some audit work and it was tiresome and boring.  Since the company was paying for the hotel room, she took Friday off and met me up there.

It was great to see her - though we’d texted some pictures to each other and had some phone sex - and didn’t take us long to fall back into synch.  She was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans and looked absolutely fucking stunning.  We walked around the town centre, went on a tram, she started talking dirty, so I talked dirty back and we did a bit of groping and decided it would be best to get back to the room.

We stood in the foyer and got into the lift with a group of other people. She stood in front of me, and I could smell her hair. I moved my face closer, breathing gently on her bare shoulder and neck and had to bite my tongue, to not bite her beautiful skin. My cock was rock hard, pressing against my jeans.

Our fellow passengers were watching the floor numbers and I thought ‘fuck it’. I licked my index finger and then slid my hand into the waistband of her jeans and down towards her arse cheeks. Christina stiffened against me, with the slightest of gasps. My fingers moved into the groove of her arse and I pressed my finger lightly against the bud of her arsehole. She pushed back against me hard, pinning me to the wall and reached back, pressing her hand hard against my cock.

“Undo your button,” I whispered in her ear and she did, the waist of her jeans suddenly going slack and allowing me better access.  I pushed my hand further, my fingers exploring past her arse and towards her pussy.  The very bottom of the lips felt moist which made me smile.  I kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the skin and I heard her give her lightest of moans.

The lift doors opened. I tensed, wondering if more people would crush in, but thankfully they all left. I moved Christina away from me, pulled my hands out of her jeans and turned her around.  She smiled, bit her lip and I pushed my hand back into her jeans, my thumb sliding easily into her pussy.  At the same time, I pressed the lift button for the top floor.

Before the doors were fully closed we were kissing hard, our tongues slapping each other, our breath coming in short gasps. Christina grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me hard into her, her tongue thrusting so far into my mouth it felt like she was trying to fuck my face.

She broke free. “Can we do it in here, can you fuck me?  It’s been too long, I don’t want to wait.”

I shoved my hands up her t-shirt, pushing her bra up over her tits and grabbing them roughly. I spun her around, to face the mirrored back wall of the lift and glanced at the floor-indicator lights above the door.  We had a few left and the lift was so - would anyone get on at the top floor?

I pulled the zip of her jeans down and I could see her arse, the thin fabric of her knickers separating her cheeks.  I looked up and into the mirror to see her staring intensely at me. She nodded. I spat into my hand and rubbed it between her legs, into her wet pussy, then over the head of my cock.

“Come on,” she said, sounding half-strangled, “fuck me, Pete!”

I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and she stood on tiptoes, moving up against me so that she could almost push herself back to sit on my cock. I rubbed up and down her pussy lips until she was biting her lips and then slid into her, gently but firmly, moving against her so that if it hurt, I could stop. Finally, I was literally balls deep.

“Fuck that’s good,” she said, breathing a bloom of condensation onto the mirror, “fuck.”  We started to build a rhythm, me thrusting and her moving up and down.  Very  soon I was thrusting so hard that the sound of her arse slapping my belly was almost echoing around the lift.

I watched my cock and her pussy, then into the mirror. Christina was braced against the handrail, biting her lips, her eyes half closed. She was breathing quickly.  I reached up and cupped her right breast and it made her jump. She opened her eyes, smiled lazily at me, then let herself go back to the fucking, pushing against me harder.

Her pussy seemed to suck at my cock, pulling it in further than I thought it could go. With everything else, the sight and the sound and the feeling, I was almost there and then she came, hard.

Her pussy walls rippled against me and I eased off the pressure on her clit, grabbing her other tit to try and give her a bit of support. I felt her legs wobble and she made a strange sound, then shook her head and seemed to come back to me. I flicked her clit, making her squirm and she reached down, pulling my hand away, pulling up and licking my fingers.

That did it. I thrust even harder into her, sucking on her neck hard enough for a love-bite and she licked my fingers. Then I was coming deep inside her and she moaned at that and seemed to come again herself, leaning into the mirror and whimpering, almost incoherently. I kept thrusting until it was too much, then leaned against her, bracing myself with my hands on the mirror.

The bell for the floor dinged and the doors slid open and, thank goodness, there was an empty hallway. We quickly separated, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound and my cum glistening in the soft hairs around her pussy.  She took a tissue out of her bag and mopped it up, as I tried to sort out her bra and t-shirt for her.

She began to giggle and so did I, overwhelmed by what we’d just done. I pressed the button for our floor and we zipped up, buttoned up, and arranged ourselves as the lift headed down. There were people waiting on our floor and we walked by them, flushed and sweaty and grinning like fools.

“I wonder if they’ll smell us,” I said.

Christina smiled. “Who knows. Come on, I need a shower.”

Cosplay at Comic Con (lovely!)

My old friend Mick rang me on Friday night, to see if I was free today - he had a spare ticket to the MCM Comic Con event at the NEC in Birmingham and since that's less than an hour from my place, he wondered if I wanted to go.  Now I'm a fan of films, I love Star Wars and ever since The X Files, I've had a special place in my heart for sci-fi females - so I agreed to go.

I had a great time, we saw a few demonstrations, went to a couple of panels, saw some glamour models and bought some stuff that I hadn't seen since my childhood.  Even better, I saw a lot of very attractive young ladies indulging in cosplay.  Now if you'd asked me before today what that was, I'd have have said it came from Ann Summers but this is people (male and female) dressing as their favourite film characters.  In the case of the girls, it also seems to mean baring as much flesh as possible.

I noticed lots of people taking photographs (some men had very expensive cameras at the ready ;-) and was informed that it was fine to take pictures.  Of course, that's brilliant and my only complaint is that I didn't know it would be like that, so I didn't take my Nikon.  Instead, all of these were captured on my Smartphone, hence the poorer image resolution.

Enjoy!

Christina in stockings

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’ll know that I like feet and I particularly love Christina’s feet.  She had to go out the other night on a very posh, work-based do - heels, stockings, LBD.  She looked fucking gorgeous, to be honest and I loved the look of her feet in the stockings.  So much so, I got her to pose for a few pictures.

Still undecided about stockings as a whole, but I like these. 

Dinner with friends, then oral fun!

We’d been out for dinner with friends, a lovely evening with great company for a - quite frankly - terrific meal.  It was almost midnight by the time we made it back to the car, both of us were happy and Christina was just a little bit tipsy.

We got in and she smiled at me.  “Are you feeling amorous?”

“When you’re around, I’m always feeling amorous.”

She leaned over and kissed me.  “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“Would you like to see my tits?”

“I’d love to.”  She pulled her top up, exposing her bra.  “You have fantastic tits, Christina.”

“Thanks,” she said and jiggled them in her bra, “they’re not bad, are they?”

She reached in and popped her left one free of its lacy prison.  I quickly looked around, to make sure no-one was about, but the coast was clear. I reached over and stroked her bare tit, loving the feel of her warm skin, playing with her nipple.

Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified.

Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park.  As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times until it was rock hard and smiled.

“He looks happy.”

“So he should,” I said.

She leaned over, her breast pressing in my leg and sucked my cock straight into her mouth.

Now a blowjob whilst driving is one of those things that you really want to experience and it doesn’t happen often enough for my liking but that might be for a reason - it’s very difficult to concentrate when a tongue, lips and fingers are working on your cock!  Christina was really working it, her mouth sliding up and down, her tongue polishing the head and in order to reach her bare tit, I was having to lean at an angle.

It didn’t take her long until she was squirming in her seat.  I shifted slightly, pinching her nipple and she gasped.

I looked at her.  With her free hand, she’d pulled her skirt up and her knickers aside and was rubbing her pussy.

“Pull your knickers down,” I said.  She let go of my cock with a satisfying slurp and smiled. “I want to touch you too.”

Christina lifted her bum up, slid her knickers down and said, “Put your hand on the seat.”

I’d done it before she stopped speaking and she sat on it just as quickly. My middle finger penetrated her already wet pussy and my index finger slid against her clit. She gasped, so I began to move it back and forth, teasing the clit out from its hood.  She moaned loudly, still wanking me, as I worked my finger in her she pushed back against me more and more.

Without another word, she dipped her head into my lap again and began sucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As good as she was, the inherent thrill and danger compounded her activity and I could already feel my orgasm building.  I flicked my finger as quickly as I could, doving further into her with my middle finger, her pussy making as much of a slurping noise as her mouth was.

After a few moments, my fingers now working furiously, she let go of my cock and partly sat up. I kept doing what I was doing and her hips started bucking and she leaned her head onto my shoulder with her mouth open, breathing hard as her orgasm swept through her.  Her fingers clenched around my cock and she wanked me harder with it.  I kept going until she started to calm down and her breathing slowed.

“Leave your fingers in me,” she said, breathless, then put her head back in my lap again.  She sucked me deep into her mouth, her tongue running all over my shaft and it was too much.

“I’m there,” I said, “I’m there.”

I’d expected her to stop sucking, but she kept going until I came, pumping into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking for a few moments and then sat up, a big smile on her face. Cum glinted on her lips.

“Now that,” she said, “was good.”

“I’ll say so, when do we have to drive at night again?”