When you're living opposite a row of rental properties, you see a constant turnover of people and families moving in and out, for a variety of reasons.

I was newly retired from a stressful job, and enjoying time for my hobbies, and being at home in the day. Another 'man and van' arriving across the road was not unusual, but natural curiosity made me look out to see who was moving in.

Two guys were unloading boxes, furniture, and suitcases. The new tenant appeared to be a young girl possibly early twenties, with blonde hair, and a very attractive ass tightly fitted into denim jeans.

I retreated from the window and it wasn't until the next day that I got a knock on the door from a delivery driver, asking if I'd 'take in' a package for the house opposite.

It seemed to happen a lot since I retired. The delivery company drivers all knew I was usually at home, so the neighbours around were confident I would step in and hold their deliveries. I did at least know now what the new neighbour's name was.

Paula Barrington had a package from a well known high street fashion store.

That evening on her arrival home she had found the card stating that the package had been left at number forty-two. My bell rang, and I guessed it was her.

"Sorry to disturb you ..."

Before she had finished speaking I produced the package saying, "Oh, don't worry, I'm always at home these days, if you need to, just put my address down when you order something. By the way, my name's Henry... Henry Bentley. Have you settled in ok? If you need anything just ask."

"Thank you so much, I will, it's nice of you to be so welcoming, I'm new to Melton, so anyone friendly is good. I hope we can be good neighbours."

"I'm sure we will, I've got time to help if you need it ever."

She left with a smile, and I settled down to an evening editing images on my laptop.

Next morning I was up and about early, it was 'bin' day, so as the sun was rising I was pushing the wheelie bin up the drive in the cold atmosphere.

Deeply inhaling, I momentarily stopped, placing the bin next to the hedge.

As I turned to return indoors, a flash of light across the road distracted me. Looking up at my new neighbour's bedroom window, I was in time to glimpse her disappear backwards, having pulled her curtains open. Did I actually see some naked flesh?

No. I didn't, but it was a nice thought.

When you're a guy on your own, and a long time single, you have fantasies, you maybe watch some porn, you usually masturbate.

Paula Barrington was the perfect fantasy figure to move from your imagination to your loins, it served a purpose that evening.

A couple of days passed, and another parcel arrived, this time from a kitchenware company. I saw Paula arrive home, and was expecting a ring at the doorbell, but by 8 pm I'd heard nothing, so I took it across to Paula's house.

It was evident that she hadn't had a delivery card, and not even a text to say that I had the parcel. When I saw her peer through the side window, and then open the door it was plain to see I wasn't expected. Even at 8 pm, she had her fluffy bathrobe on. Half hiding behind the front door she took the parcel from me with a nervous smile.

"Ooooh, thank you, Mr Bentley, I mean Henry. Please excuse me, I was getting ready for bed."

"I didn't know if you knew I had it. Apologies for catching you like this." I'm sure Paula was conscious of me staring at her cleavage. "I'll leave you to it, sleep tight."

"Night, night Henry." And I left as she closed the door. Wandering back across the road I couldn't help but think about being a lot of years younger, and the prospect of hitting on her.

Back home, I returned to working on my laptop at the table in the window. Glancing up, I saw Paula drawing the curtains in the lounge, and clearly, she saw me too, because she gave me a little wave before the curtains closed. A little later her upstairs bedroom was half-lit from the light being turned on above the staircase. She obviously went into the bathroom because the opaque glass lit up. Maybe showering I was guessing, an exciting thought.

I had become distracted by all of this. I was thinking, 'Have I become a pervy old man, some sort of 'Peeping Tom?'

I tried to focus on my photo editing once more, but just as I got into a complicated landscape the bathroom light went off. I sat bolt upright as I watched Paula's figure, completely naked, enter the half-lit bedroom, walk over to the window, and clearly lit by the street lights, reach out on tiptoe, and pull the curtains together. I swear that as she did so, she fractionally paused for a second, exposing herself from the thighs upwards. She must have known I was there in my window, and that I could see.

I was left with my mouth gaping, slightly surprised, but excited by what I'd just seen. My mind raced, posing question after question.

Did she intend that I saw her? Did she think that I wouldn't be able to see her in the half-light? Was she teasing me? Was it just some fun? Was she an exhibitionist?

I was back to being a silly old fool. What twenty-year-old would get her kicks with an old man?

That night, I went back to my usual means of light relief.

Everything was normal for a few days, no displays in the window, in fact, despite my constant observations, I didn't actually see Paula at all.

Then on Thursday evening, I had a ring at the bell. Paula was on my doorstep to ask a favour. I asked her indoors as it was beginning to rain, and she thanked me, but with a furrowed brow said, "I've got a problem, Henry, I've been away for a couple of days, and I've got someone delivering a bedside cabinet tomorrow morning. I can't take time off, and I wondered if you could let them in if you're around? I trust you, but they won't deliver at weekends."

"Of course I'll do it, I'd be pleased to, no problem. Give me the key, and I'll drop it back through the letterbox when they've been."

"I'm so grateful. I've got this new job, in sales, and I can't start taking time off when I'm so new. It might be a good idea to swap mobile numbers and if there's a problem you can text me."

We posted the numbers in our phones, and Paula gave me her spare key, and added, "Excuse the mess, I'm still not organised totally, thank you so much, I'll phone and tell them to come to you when they arrive."

And with that, she turned and ran back across the road in the pouring rain.

The next day the delivery guys turned up about 10.30 am and I went across and opened up. They put the bedside cabinet in the hall, and I examined it, signed for it, and off they went. I shut the door and glanced around the house. It was much smaller than mine, and a typical rented property with basic furniture, and plain decor. I decided that it would help Paula if I took the cabinet upstairs for her, which I did, being careful not to take any lumps out of the wall.

Putting it down at the top of the stairs, I decided to be a bit nosey, I couldn't resist. The bathroom was quite new with both a shower and a bath, the spare bedroom was full of boxes, still to be unpacked.

I ventured into Paula's bedroom with the idea of just seeing what it was like, but also where the bedside cabinet was going to go.

Immediately, I inhaled her perfume, it was definitely a female bedroom. It was untidy, which was no surprise for a twenty-something girl, but my eyes straight away settled on some lingerie that had been tossed onto a chair. I couldn't resist, I had to pick it up and nuzzle it into my face. Here I go, being pervy again, I thought. It smelt as I'd expected it would, a mixture of two perfumes, natural and artificial. I inhaled deeply.

I returned them to the chair and decided I'd better get back to the job in hand, bringing in the cabinet. It was obvious that it should go on the left of the bed, as on the other side was a wardrobe. I went round to make sure the gap was big enough when my eyes widened. On the carpet, half under the bed, was a vibrator. Not a fancy one, just a functional, fleshy textured, pink vibrator of a normal size.

In my now pervy mode, and smiling, I picked it up, switched it on, and again sniffed it. Oh my goodness, it smelt divinely of pussy. I varied the speed, and images of Paula went flashing through my mind. I even started to feel myself becoming stiff. The buzzing became a soundtrack to my fantasies, but I switched it off.

I then had quite a naughty idea.

I brought the bedside cabinet into the bedroom, putting it beside the bed, and opening the top drawer, placed the vibrator inside. My smile became so broad that I caught a glimpse of my face in the wall mirror.

I just wondered about Paula's reaction when she realised what I'd done.

I made my way downstairs, and locked the front door, posting the key back through the letterbox.

When I got back home I texted Paula with just a simple message, 'Cabinet delivered, no probs.'

Straight back came a 'Thank you so much. I owe you x'

I wasn't sure that I'd done the right thing, but I couldn't change it now.

I saw Paula arrive home as it began to get dark. I kept a low profile but kept watch from an upstairs bedroom. I saw the upstairs lights go on, and then her bedroom light. It was about five minutes when the first text pinged on my phone. 'Please tell me you put the cabinet in my bedroom and not the delivery men'

I smiled and sent one back, 'Yes don't worry. Your secret is safe'

'Oh god, I'm so embarrassed,' Paula responded.

I tried to make light of it, 'We are both single. Needs must'

And then there was no response, so she was either hopping mad at me or just embarrassed. Now I regretted what I'd done, I'd messed with something really private, and personal.

I felt quite down and poured myself a large whisky, which at 5.30 pm was unheard of for me. Having not eaten, it went straight to my head.

I got myself some cheese and biscuits to mop some of the alcohol up, but still poured myself another large one. I sat myself down in the armchair and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, a ping on my phone made me jump, and in expectation, I opened it only to see a text from my energy supplier. My heart sank again, and I took another swig of whisky. And then ping again, it was from Paula.

'Don't drink because I don't blame you.'

How did she know that? Then I saw how.

From my armchair, I could see Paula's bedroom window, and there she was looking at me drinking myself silly.

I waved half-heartedly, and texted, 'I'm really sorry. Come over for coffee in the morning so I can apologise'

'I'd love to. 10:30 am?'

'See you then'

I waved again as Paula disappeared from the window and I finished off my glass. I was buoyed by the fact that Paula was coming for coffee. Despite being unsteady on my feet, I put the coffee machine on and poured myself a large black coffee. Back in the lounge, I resumed my place in the armchair.

Sitting there, I hadn't realised that Paula could see me there, obviously, she now knew I could see her.

I was just about to pick up the remote to look at some TV when Paula's bedroom light came on. I was expecting to see her pull the curtains, it was Friday night, and she had had a tiring week in a new job. I was surprised when the curtains stayed open. I could see her moving about, and when she appeared close to the window I thought I could see a smile on her face.

Sipping my coffee, it was more the sight of Paula that was sobering me up, than the coffee. And I was completely focussed, and sober, as the totally unexpected began to unfold.

As she retreated into the room she turned around facing away from the window, and pulled her jersey top over her head, and then unzipped her skirt, and let it drop. Clearly visible she turned to face the window dressed only in her bra and panties. Reaching behind herself, I saw her unclasp her bra, and release her breasts, and bending over she finally stepped out of her panties. I was stunned. My mind racing, it was trying to process what was happening. She must have known I was watching. Finally, she stood totally naked at the window sill and drew the curtains.

I went to bed with the image of Paula's body scorched into my mind.

At 8:30 am I was up, showered, and already, I had cleaned and vacuumed the kitchen, and lounge. I'd slept like a log, and I awoke wondering if Paula was regretting her display of the previous evening, or if she would even acknowledge it. Perhaps she would even make an excuse not to come.

10:30 am came, and I saw Paula crossing the road towards my house. When I opened the front door she stood there looking nervously upwards at me.

"C'mon in, don't look so nervous, what are you gonna have, tea or coffee?"

Paula stepped inside and said she'd have some coffee.

I offered her a stool at the breakfast bar and set about making some coffee for both of us. I tried to defuse the nervous tension by saying, "How are you settling in? Unpacked everything?"

"Oh, god no, not by a long way, and I've still got a few more bits at my mum's. I've moved down from Yorkshire for this new job."

"Well, I hope we haven't got off on the wrong foot, I mean my silly joke." I was referring to the vibrator incident.

I'm not sure in all the nervousness of the moment, whether Paula got what I was talking about, or if she was feeling guilty about her 'display.'

"Henry, I want to apologise about last night. I was being really horrible teasing you. There's a reason I did it."

"Paula, good grief, I really was confused, but if you want to explain, please do."

Paula looked down into her coffee.

"I've moved down here for a new job, but I also wanted to get away from a difficult situation. I was having a relationship with my boss for about six months, he was much older than me, and his wife found out. She, of course, went ballistic, but he was horrid too. I guess trying to placate his wife, I was called all sorts of names, so I left, and luckily got this job straight away."

I said quietly, "Hey, don't worry Paula, I've made mistakes like that. I know it hurts, but you have to move on."

"Yes, but last night I'm not sure if I wanted a sort of revenge, or if I wanted to know if I was still attractive, or whether I just wanted to be risky, but I did it and I'm sorry."

I was unsure how to reply, "I don't know what to say, but it's all forgotten. We'll start again. You just make sure you pull your curtains, and I'll try not to look. And stay away from your new boss," I laughed out loud.

"Oh, he's far too young, I only go for older men," said Paula laughing too.

"Hope for me yet," I said and blushed because I was flirting.

There was no reaction from Paula, except a smile.

"I must go, Henry, thanks for coffee, and thank you for being so good about things, we must have coffee at mine when I'm sorted a bit more, I've got to go."

With that, she pecked me on the cheek and I saw her out.

I guess I felt disappointed about our conversation. Paula's exhibitionist behaviour was perhaps a symptom of her confused self-confidence, and not specifically meant for me, or my pleasure. She was indeed a very sexy girl, and close up she certainly got the juices flowing, but she was way out of my league, and so she would remain the fantasy girl from across the road.

Curtains remained pulled for the next week, she did wave from her window once, one evening, but apart from that, we didn't communicate until the following Thursday, when she texted me about a delivery the following day. It was going to be quite large, and was I going to be around on Friday? I texted back 'Yes' and within minutes she was at my front door.

"Hi, Henry, Thanks for offering for tomorrow, it's a big painting coming, actually it's for my bedroom, but if you take it upstairs let's not start any joke scenarios." Paula had a broad smile on her face.

I must have looked very sheepish, and before I could speak, she had squeezed my arm and added, "The look on your face! Henry, you're a rogue."

"Ok, ok I promise not to be looking under any beds, but yes, leave me the key, and I'll do that for you. Is everything ok with you?"

"Yes, the jobs going well, tell you what, come for coffee on Saturday morning, about 11 am, you free?"

I said I was, and I watched as she ran back across the road. I watched every step.

I was alert to the doorbell when it rang the next morning at about 10 am. It only took a few minutes to sign for it, and take it into Paula's house. As I'd promised I took it upstairs to her bedroom and promising myself not to be 'nosey' I leaned the package up against the wall. The bedroom was a lot tidier than the last time I'd seen it. No underwear, or lingerie apparent, although it still smelt fabulous. But contrary to the conversation we'd had the week before, and totally unexpected was the vibrator laying on top of the duvet. Not the same one as before, this was the top of the range model complete with rotating head, and clit tickler.

I was staggered, it was absolutely impossible for Paula to have thought I wouldn't see it.

Now I was so confused. I thought I'd been written off, and so I should have been, an old guy from across the road who got his kicks by looking into windows. The only logic I could use was to 'wait and see', which is what I decided to do. However, I did text her to say the parcel had arrived.

A slightly ambiguous reply came back, 'My bedroom is going to be looking good.'

I decided to add, 'It certainly looks tidier.'

And the ping pong continued, "Everything in its place' came back from Paula.

I finally said, 'Well I didn't open the cabinet this time.'

Paula's final text came, 'You might have got even more of a shock.'

This was all text flirting, something new to me, but still very arousing. I was just bothered that this was another wind up like the bedroom window striptease.

Friday evening everything was quiet, I spent the evening reading, and had an early night, and then on Saturday morning, I went across to have coffee.

When I arrived I was greeted by Paula looking absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a tight-fitting purple jersey dress, showing her shapely contours, and, in particular, her slightly protruding nipples. Trying not to ogle, I gave her a cursory hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek. She told me to sit in the lounge, while she got coffee.

I sat in a low armchair, and glanced around the room, noticing the art on the walls.

"You're really into your art Paula, aren't you? Did you study it at school?"

As she gave me my coffee she said, "I did 'A level' art, I loved it, I did some modelling too."

"Nude?" I said smiling, "I might have to ask you to pose for some of my photographs."

"Cheeky," she replied, "But you never know, if you're a good boy."

A hint of flirtiness I thought, and so I pushed it a bit further.

"I've never been entirely good where women are concerned, it gets me into trouble."

"Oooooo, Mr Bentley, I thought you were a respectable gentleman, and I've been allowing you into my bedroom."

I was smiling, "And that got me into trouble, and you weren't even there!"

"You shouldn't be so nosey, no wonder my batteries have run down!"

We both erupted in laughter. "Sorry I'm being really naughty now," Paula looked at me and winked.

"So have you ever taken nude photos?" she asked.

"No, never. I've wanted to, but never summoned up the courage to book a model. Of course, there are different levels of nude photography. First of all the plain nude shots not showing 'naughty bits,' then the shots that do. Then the 'erotic' shots with suggestive poses, and implements. Then the 'erotic' shots involving more than one person, but with no contact, and then the out and out porn shots involving having sex."

"Oh goodness, I'd never do porn, but it was a photo that got me into trouble with my last job. Alan had a compromising photo on his phone that he hadn't hidden, or deleted. His wife found it. I was called a 'slut,' a 'whore,' a 'trollop,' first by her, then later by him. I was a car saleswoman, and he was the sales director. We started an affair on a promotional weekend. Then we used to have sex in the back of pre-delivery cars on the storage lot. He 'doctored' the CCTV, and when the showroom closed we had sex. I got kicked out with a payoff, and luckily got this job down here."

"Lessons learned," I added.

"Yes, Henry, it's why I'm careful about having photos posted on social media, etc, and also getting involved with married guys."

"You seem to have a mature attitude for a young lady!"

"Lady? Oh my god, I don't often get called that!" Paula was giggling uncontrollably.

"Well you make your own decisions, you've just got to make the right ones."

"Yes Henry, which is why I'm playing with the idea of letting you shoot some nudes of me."

"Really Paula, are you sure? I don't want to pressurise you."

"I'd tell you if you were, but I'd like to try, it's just that you can't exactly do it anonymously."

I thought for a moment.

"Ok, I have a Venetian mask, just hang on, I think I've got a photo on my phone of a friend wearing it at a party. It covers just the upper part of the face, the nose, eyes, and forehead. Look, here it is."

Paula studied it, and said, "Yes, that looks cool." But she still looked unsure.

"Tell you what. I will take the photos, then give you the memory card from my camera, and you can look at them, delete the ones you don't like, and leave about ten, or twelve that I can edit. A lot of them will be black and white in natural light, and some in colour with studio lighting."

"Fantastic," she said enthusiastically, "how about this afternoon, my weekend is absolutely free."

I was a bit taken aback but agreed, and I said I'd bring my gear around about 3 pm, the light would still be good then. I got slightly embarrassed when Paula said that she would have a bath, and shave herself.

I went back home; it was just before 1 pm, so I checked my kit and made sure all the batteries were fully charged. I had a little think about poses etc, and I was starting to get quite excited.

My studio lights were in a large canvas bag, my tripod in a small sleeve, and my two cameras were in an over the shoulder bag. The Venetian mask was in a carrier bag.

Just before 3 pm, I rang Paula's doorbell. She greeted me in her bathrobe the one I'd seen once before. Without any embarrassment, she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. Struggling behind her with all my gear, I didn't miss the opportunity to look at her calves and take in her perfume.

Laughing, she said, "You know my bedroom so well, Henry."

I looked guilty, as I started to unzip my carry cases.

Paula flopped on the bed, laying back on her elbows, as she watched me prepare. She took the mask out of the bag, and put it on, looking at herself in the dressing table mirror.

"Perfect," she said, "You will have to tell me exactly what you want in terms of posing, this is all new to me."

"It is to me too," I chuckled.

The lights were set up to one side, as I was going to use the natural light from the window first of all.

"Ok, I think I'm set, I'm going to ask you to stand with your back to the wall, one leg slightly crossed in front of the other, and your hands covering your boobs."

Paula slipped the bathrobe off her shoulders and climbed off the bed. My heartbeat accelerated, as I tried not to look at her breasts, and the freshly shaved pussy.

"Like this, Henry?" Paula seemed to be a natural. After taking the shots against the wall, I got her to lie on her tummy, on the bed, her chin propped on both hands, and her elbows sinking into the bedclothes. I was soon instructing her as to how to adjust her limbs and head position.

As time whizzed by we were both working with a common purpose.

I set up the lights, and Paula almost took over the posing aspect, becoming more daring as time passed.

"Paula, you're getting quite daring with some of these poses, is that ok?"

"Ha ha, Yes, Henry, I'm fine, how are you doing?"

"I think I'm getting some pretty good shots, I'm only going to take a few more, and then I'll give you the card. I'm up to about two hundreed already.

"Ok," she said, but before you do, I'm going to be really daring."

I caught my breath, wondering what was coming.

Paula reached over and took the big vibrator out of the bedside cabinet.

"Oh...my...god," I whispered slowly.

Paula had an impish grin on her face, as she lay backwards, pressing the vibrator against her pussy lips.

"Just pretend, Henry, I'm not turning it on! Ooooooh your face is a picture, go on take a few shots, you may not get the chance again." She was giggling even more.

After just a few minutes, she put the vibrator back in the drawer and put her bathrobe back on.

I actually sighed with relief and kept catching a glimpse of Paula's smug smile, as I packed away.

"Here you are, here's the card, there's about 250 shots on there. Have a look at them, and delete them down to about a dozen. You can pass the card back to me. Or, if you want to keep it, just email me the ones you want me to edit."

"Thanks ever so much, Henry."

"Oh, and you can keep the mask, you might need it again one day." And with a giggle, I left.

Back home, I poured myself a glass of wine and settled in for some Saturday evening TV.

I got one text from Paula, after about half an hour, thanking me, and that she would start looking at the photos that evening. I heard nothing else until about 9 pm.

Paula texted me, and said, 'Reduced them down to thirteen, I think they're brilliant. Will email them in a minute.'

Sipping my wine I sat at my laptop expectantly. Sure enough, five minutes later the email arrived. They were indeed brilliant, a couple of Paula against the wall, and a couple on the bed, all in natural light, and monochrome. Then there were several in colour on the bed, some quite modest, some a little more explicit, but the skin tones were superb. And then the last two were the very naughty ones at the end. The vibrator was poised between her pussy lips, and you could see the moisture glistening on the head. You could also see the smile on her face below the mask.

I must say I was actually quite proud of what I'd produced, and as I swallowed the last of the wine, another email came through from Paula.

It was headed: 'An extra.'

Puzzled, I opened it up, and immediately saw that the attachment was a video.

I stopped breathing as I played it. There was Paula, laying back on the bed just as I'd seen her, and the vibrator was between her open thighs and was buzzing. The head was pressed inside her pussy, and the clit tickler was massaging her little bud. She was starting to gasp softly, but then getting louder, she was moaning as the vibrator did its job. I watched as she approached her orgasm, my cock, by now, was hard inside my boxers.

With a shuddering movement of her hips upwards off the bed, she yelled, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Henry."

I could just see her reach out and turn off her mobile, and then it was quiet.

I was gobsmacked, and I played it again.

The second time I took it all in. She was an absolute devil.

I texted her, 'You are the devil incarnate, the naughtiest girl I know."

Ping came back, 'But you loved it,'

'I did.'

'Then come and join me, I'm waiting.'

'You really really mean that?'

'Yes, I really really do.'

'I'm on my way if you're sure?'

'I am x.'

Paula opened her door still dressed in her fluffy white bathrobe, but this time it was open down the front. She looked up at me with soulful eyes, and I stepped towards her.

I said softly, "Is this one of your right, or wrong decisions?" as I slid my hands inside her robe, and around her back.

I could feel the contours of her buttocks, narrowing around her slim waist, as she replied, "This is a decision I made several days ago Henry. I don't give myself freely, but I'm giving myself to you because you're a man I want, and I want you to make love to me, without any conditions. We are both free, and that feeling is good."

My hands slid up her spine, it was so long since I had touched a woman like that. Her soft breasts with their hard little nipples were against my shirt, my cock was becoming hard, and as we kissed, I almost lifted her off the ground towards me.

The bathrobe slipped to the hall floor, and I scooped her up, and carried her upstairs, and laid her on the bed where we had been that afternoon. As she lay there in just the light from the street outside, I undressed watching her watching me.

When I was completely naked, she looked at my cock stiffly protruding from my body.

"I want you inside me, Henry." Paula spoke so softly, that I didn't want to break the spell.

Quietly I replied, "We have all night, little one," and as I sat on the side of the bed, I leaned forwards to take one of her nipples into my mouth, and I ran my tongue around it. Paula gasped, as I then moved my mouth to the other breast.

Slowly, I kissed the soft skin between her breasts, and using the tip of my tongue like a damp pen, I traced a line across her tummy, and down to where her body became her thigh. My tongue continued its path down the inside of her thigh until I reached a calf that I'd seen earlier that day as I'd followed her up the stairs. When I started kissing the instep of her foot, there was a reaction. One of perhaps unfamiliarity of someone making love to her feet. That was confirmed by a little cry, when I took her biggest toe into my mouth and sucked gently.

As I transferred my attention to the other foot, and my kisses moved up her other leg she must have realised the destination of my tongue. Kissing the inside of her thigh, I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, as she spread her legs wide, and murmured, "For god's sake, don't stop, Henry, please."

And the moment came. My face buried itself against her soaking wet pussy, my tongue deep in the folds of her cunt. As I dragged my tongue upwards it passed over her clit, and she cried out, "Yes, oh Yes, Oh go on, go on."

I surrounded her clit with my mouth and began to suck gently, as I did so I slid first one, and then two fingers into her pussy, and began to stroke the tiny ridges on the inner wall. It seemed like I had flicked a switch. My face accepted all the juices flooding from her pussy, as she bucked her hips, almost violently, up and down.

"Oh fucking hell, oh fuck, oh god, Henry, you fucking sod."

I raised my head, my face absolutely glazed all over with Paula's juices.

"Kiss me," she asked, with her eyes half-closed.

I slid myself up to level with her face, and as I kissed her, I entered her with my cock.

"Fucking hell," she said again.

"You seem to be swearing quite a lot, young lady," I said as I started to move inside her.

"Henry this feels so good, don't stop, fuck me now, oh god, go on."

And so I started Paula on her journey to another orgasm. I had not had sex for so long, I was never going to last, but I managed to delay long enough to bring her off again.

As she was feeling that orgasm subside, she could feel me starting to cum inside her.

"That's what I wanted, that feeling," and I could feel the contractions of her pussy muscles squeezing every last drop of semen from me.

Both of us were flat out on the bed in each other's arms. We both felt wanted, we both had made love without guilt, and we both wanted to do it again.