Thus my mobile phone message to Lesley from the train hurtling to Reading. I turned off my phone before I received her reply. In the bus, on my way to the university, I turned it back on. “Sure was,” she replied. As soon as I read her message, which was sent only a few minutes after I sent mine, I got a whiff of her cunt.

Addendum (June 21, 2000)

This was the first time I gave Lesley a real fuck, as well as a feeling of what she can expect of Tuesday mornings to come. I started by chewing her nipples, her labia, and her clit. After a vigorous lick, she put a condom on my prick, and I entered her. Holding onto her buttocks, I spread her open and let her feel me all the way in. Nibbling at her neck, I pulled her toward me with all my might. “I love feeling your cock deep inside me,” she moaned. For a while, I alternated very slow and deep pokes with rough banging. She loved it all, responding to every thrust with deep groans. Then I turned her around and entered her from behind. I was very big, very hard. In this position, I went even deeper into her. It was an enormous joy feeling her womb with the head of my prick. Again, I alternated poking and banging. “Can you come this way?” I asked her after a while. “Yes,” she grunted and started pressing her bum against me. Her movement became jerky as she approached orgasm. I came immediately after her and then kept poking her gently and caressing her back, her bum, her belly, her breasts. Holding onto her pelvis from behind and pushing ever deeper into her, still fully erect, still bone-hard, I felt lucky I had found Lesley. A real pleasure, indeed.