Sensuous Stations of the Mind Pt2

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*With one more station on his list, old Harry weighed up the exotic recall he had experienced. Wasn?t he making this train journey just for that purpose? To recall the most erotic times past. A little sad smile crossed his face?as he thought of the different tributes some of his grateful conquests had paid to his manhood, 'glorious cock', 'cucumber', 'magnificent '?a silent chuckle made his chest hurt as he thought, if only those ladies could see that shrivelled, wasted little item now.Only one more station before he?d be at the most special reminder of all. But the intervening station could bring some intrusive memories that he would rather avoid, perhaps the most extreme of his sexual experiences."The next station will be Rander Street."Ah, yes, Rander Street, and he felt a strange queasiness, as the memories started to come to life. Just turned twenty-two, out of university with a good degree in finances and business studies, he had been on the point of finding himself both a flat and a second-hand car. He had taken this one home to her flat after time in the dance hall.On the train now, old Harry?s head shook, as though desperate to dispel unwelcome images. She had handcuffed herself to the bed and demanded that he give it to her rough, wanting to be in pain, from his bites, his hands and of course, in the way and where he drove his hard member. That wasn?t his way, and his mind refused to allow him to dwell on the disgust he felt, as he considered how weak he had been with that Sharon woman. He closed his eyes to shut it all out."Are you all right, mister?"Startled, Harry opened his eyes, to see a young girl sitting opposite him. "Yes, yes. I'm fine, thank you. Just passing thoughts."If only she knew what those thoughts had been. Probably think him a dirty old man. Well, wasn't he? Pursuing memories like these.?The next station will be Barsea. Alight here for the beach and promenade.?Here it came. The most precious recall, yet it could be the most hurtful. Old Harry closed his eyes. 'Just those early weeks, please.' All he wanted was one little element of it. But there were so many other joys that he didn't need to be reminded of. And there was the aching residue of memory. But unlike all of the other events, this one was leading to love.Harry was twenty-eight and had only just opened his own financial advisory business. Things had gone very well and he had bought himself a house, and a low mileage BMW. On that chilly February day, he was having his car serviced at a garage he had used since his first car.The garage was adjacent to a local station and Harry, being told the job would take four hours, had decided, despite the weather, or maybe because of it, to take a rare trip to the seafront. He had always loved watching a wild sea. The day could be right for that. As an afterthought seeing the leaden sky he took his umbrella from the car.The journey to Barsea only took ten minutes, and when he left the train the sky looked even more glowering. At the seafront he was struck by the cool wind, and, pulling his anorak zip up to his neck, he decided the lower promenade might be more sheltered. Such small choices can have major effects on a life.The wind was no less biting, but there was a superb view of the stormy Pendik escort bayan sea, throwing itself on rocks and shore. The promenade was deserted, only one lone figure in the distance. No one was taking shelter in the first covered seating area. As he neared the next shelter, he had a closer view of what looked like an old woman, a hood pulled over her head, hunched over the rail, looking out at the sea. Brave lady, Harry thought.At that moment, a large drop of rain splashed on the paving in front of him. Then another, and another. A downpour was surely imminent. Rather than struggle with the umbrella at this time, Harry made a dash for the shelter. As he ran, he saw, with some surprise that the hooded figure was also scuttling swiftly, and rather athletically to the same shelter. Hardly the movement of an old woman.Just as he ran under the cover, the other occupant was pushing the hood from her head, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. Under the tangle of raven black hair, was, well, he'd had many encounters with the opposite sex, but this face would have stood out among any of them. High cheekbones, a generous mouth, dark eyes that, Harry thought, looked to be red-rimmed. 'Had she been crying?' That did not change his opinion that she was utterly beautiful.Her face now looked at him with just a touch of worry. Harry could see how she could regard herself as being in a vulnerable situation, so he gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Phew, just made it."She nodded, without replying, but she did return a weak response to his smile, before turning away. After a period of silence as the rain made its own waves along the promenade, Harry ventured, "I love seeing the sea like this, do you?"?Yes." Nothing more than that. Clearly, the lady had no wish for conversation. Harry concentrated on the anger of the sea, while the rain continued to splash down, but it was difficult for him to dismiss that face from his mind.After a while, the lady stood, walked to the shelter's edge, looked up and down the promenade, and glanced at her watch. The rain had eased a little but was still falling heavily."Someone not turned up?" Harry asked.That lovely face turned to him, brow creased as though about to tell him to mind his own business, but she said, "No, I was wanting to get to the station. Looks like I'll have to get wet."'A chance. A glorious chance,' Harry enthused, and he said, "I have to get to the station too. Can I offer you shelter under my trusty umbrella?"?Oh, I couldn't."But it didn't take much more persuasion, and soon they were dodging the puddles together, the wide umbrella over them, the lady close by his side. On the two hundred yards to the station, they exchanged names. She was Helen, and Harry found the temerity to say that he thought she'd looked upset back in the shelter.?I was," she admitted," I was being stupid."She offered no more on the subject at that time, but just before the train appeared, she said quietly, "You were right. I had been crying."And her eyes met his as she added, ?The man I was living with has taken off to Paris." She bit her lip, and just for a moment, Harry thought she was going to cry again. ?Wants to make a fresh start," And with surprising Escort Beykoz vehemence, she added, ?The bastard."?That attitude will do you the world of good," Harry told her, giving her a smile, which he hoped was comforting. "And, may I say, he must be crazy." She rewarded him with a smile of gratitude.Harry was happy when she chose to sit next to him on the train, and he got round to telling her about his financial advisory company and asked her what she did. She glanced out of the window,"My stop," she said, getting to her feet, before starting to answer, and Harry heard, "I'm a farm-"At that moment the train gave a violent jerk and a man stumbled against Helen, almost knocking her over. He apologised and moved on.Helen turned to say her farewell, and Harry was ready. "Could I see you again, sometime?"Her head shook as she said, ?I don't think I'm in the mood for anything at the moment." A sad smile of apology as she added, ?I don't think I trust men." The carriage door opened.He already had his new business card in his hand. He held it out to her. "My home phone number is on there if you ever want to break from the norm."She took it, and with a final thank you, she was gone. Leaving Harry wishing he had got off the train with her.For a full week every time his phone rang, he hoped it would be her. It never was, and life went on, as usual, only her face appeared whenever he closed his eyes. Dark eyes and raven hair, had he ever been so captivated? He just couldn't imagine such a beauty working on a farm. Maybe she was a farm inspector. Her answer had been interrupted he remembered.Six days after their meeting, Harry, having just finished his evening meal answered the phone, and his heart leapt when a gently uncertain female voice said, "It's Helen."Even while he was dancing cartwheels in his mind, he couldn't resist a little tease, "Helen who?"?Helen from under the umbrella. I?m taking your advice and trying to get away from the norm??Good choice. I'm miles from the norm." And he was delighted to hear her little laugh. Within minutes they had arranged that Harry would pick her up at seven on the following evening and they'd go for a meal.?If only I knew where you lived," he added in a sad tone. Again, her laugh was a bonus.He warned himself that he would need to take things very cautiously if he didn't want to scare this one away. She had obviously come through a pretty traumatic time, yet seemed keen to come out of it. 'Why should he be this bothered? She was just another woman, wasn't she?'That first evening went as well as he might have hoped. Having only seen her in a thick winter coat, out of her coat in the restaurant he found himself looking at a lady who filled her sweater in the right proportions to her trim waist and rounded hips. She was utterly delectable. They had a few laughs in discovering that they had similar tastes in books and film.The highlight came when he asked her about her farm work, ?Do you actually own the farm?"He hadn?t been able to think of any nearby farms.For just a moment she looked puzzled, then once more came that tinkling laugh. "You could say I farm-assist."Slow on the uptake, Harry asked, "You only assist."She gave him a forgiving smile, Cevizli escort "Harry, I am a pharmacist."Their mutual laughter had folk at other tables looking around. When he drove her home to her door, he expected nothing, and that was all he got. She thanked him but did agree to meet again in three days time.Harry courted Helen for three months, recognising that this was a major diversion in his usual lifestyle. His initial caution was so deliberate that it was the third week before he attempted giving her a 'goodnight' kiss. Her lips were keen, but cool on his, and when the kiss broke, her eyes had held his in an unfathomable gaze. But Harry found everything about his behaviour way out of step with his usual approach to women.Shortly after that, kissing Helen became more prolonged and their tongues got to know each other. Yet Harry was so desperate not to bring her any hurt, he delayed pushing it any further, desperate as he was to possess every inch of her.On a couple of evenings into their second month of seeing each other, she invited him into her well set-up home, for which, he had learned, she had done most of the funding. So that when Vic, that was his name, took off, there was no question of who kept the house. On those evenings, they simply had a coffee, and Helen promised that she would invite him for a meal soon.Those evenings also took them a step further, as he tentatively moved a hand over a bloused breast, and she did not protest, clung closer, in fact, her hands moving on his back. For Harry, those hands were like two large electrodes sending charges through his shirt. He could not believe how nervous he was about offending her by forcing the issue. This was a totally new situation. Up until this time his consideration had always been how quickly he could get his hand travelling up a girl's thigh.Then came the evening*when Helen by her words and actions, finally led Harry to make the commitment that he knew he had hidden nervously in the back of his mind for some time. Their kisses had been passionate, when Harry became aware of Helen unbuttoning her own blouse, before taking his hand and guiding it inside. An action so reminiscent of the lady on the train when he was just nineteen.But Harry was determined that this was to be no one-off. Overjoyed to find there was no bra, his hand roamed onto the sensually curved softness which was just as he'd suspected it would be. The brown of her nipples was a surprise and he was debating whether he dare take one in his mouth when Helen broke the kiss and stared up at him with smoky eyes."I wanted your hand on me," she whispered. "On my skin. True intimacy. But knowing how big the hurts were with-"Harry held a finger to her lips, "You don't have to say anything. I've understood."Her eyes shone again as she smiled, "Your understanding has been a surprise. You haven't pushed me at all. I appreciate that so much." Her eyes were fixed on him as she asked, "How many women have you had, Harry?"Slightly scared by her question, and where it might be heading, Harry tried to keep it light, "Millions," he said.She laughed, ?Many. Am I right?"Harry nodded, "I have to admit it."Helen's face took on a more serious look, "And was I to be another notch **on your bedpost?" Just as Harry had thought, that fear of being dumped had lived with her, but did it still?Matching her serious visage, he said, ?Could you ask that question in a different way? Be more direct."?How many have you spent weeks with without trying to scr- whoops, I nearly used a naughty word there.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 23.126	Sensuous Stations of the Mind Pt2 rklm buraya With one more station on his list, old Harry weighed up the exotic recall he had experienced. Wasn?t he making this train journey just for that purpose? To recall the most erotic times past. A little sad smile crossed his face?as he thought of the different tributes some of his grateful conquests had paid to his manhood, 'glorious cock', 'cucumber', 'magnificent '?a silent chuckle made his chest hurt as he thought, if only those ladies could see that shrivelled, wasted little item now.Only one more station before he?d be at the most special reminder of all. But the intervening station could bring some intrusive memories that he would rather avoid, perhaps the most extreme of his sexual experiences."The next station will be Rander Street."Ah, yes, Rander Street, and he felt a strange queasiness, as the memories started to come to life. Just turned twenty-two, out of university with a good degree in finances and business studies, he had been on the point of finding himself both a flat and a second-hand car. He had taken this one home to her flat after time in the dance hall.On the train now, old Harry?s head shook, as though desperate to dispel unwelcome images. She had handcuffed herself to the bed and demanded that he give it to her rough, wanting to be in pain, from his bites, his hands and of course, in the way and where he drove his hard member. That wasn?t his way, and his mind refused to allow him to dwell on the disgust he felt, as he considered how weak he had been with that Sharon woman. He closed his eyes to shut it all out."Are you all right, mister?"Startled, Harry opened his eyes, to see a young girl sitting opposite him. "Yes, yes. I'm fine, thank you. Just passing thoughts."If only she knew what those thoughts had been. Probably think him a dirty old man. Well, wasn't he? Pursuing memories like these.?The next station will be Barsea. Alight here for the beach and promenade.?Here it came. The most precious recall, yet it could be the most hurtful. Old Harry closed his eyes. 'Just those early weeks, please.' All he wanted was one little element of it. But there were so many other joys that he didn't need to be reminded of. And there was the aching residue of memory. But unlike all of the other events, this one was leading to love.Harry was twenty-eight and had only just opened his own financial advisory business. Things had gone very well and he had bought himself a house, and a low mileage BMW. On that chilly February day, he was having his car serviced at a garage he had used since his first car.The garage was adjacent to a local station and Harry, being told the job would take four hours, had decided, despite the weather, or maybe because of it, to take a rare trip to the seafront. He had always loved watching a wild sea. The day could be right for that. As an afterthought seeing the leaden sky he took his umbrella from the car.The journey to Barsea only took ten minutes, and when he left the train the sky looked even more glowering. At the seafront he was struck by the cool wind, and, pulling his anorak zip up to his neck, he decided the lower promenade might be more sheltered. Such small choices can have major effects on a life.The wind was no less biting, but there was a superb view of the stormy Pendik escort bayan sea, throwing itself on rocks and shore. The promenade was deserted, only one lone figure in the distance. No one was taking shelter in the first covered seating area. As he neared the next shelter, he had a closer view of what looked like an old woman, a hood pulled over her head, hunched over the rail, looking out at the sea. Brave lady, Harry thought.At that moment, a large drop of rain splashed on the paving in front of him. Then another, and another. A downpour was surely imminent. Rather than struggle with the umbrella at this time, Harry made a dash for the shelter. As he ran, he saw, with some surprise that the hooded figure was also scuttling swiftly, and rather athletically to the same shelter. Hardly the movement of an old woman.Just as he ran under the cover, the other occupant was pushing the hood from her head, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. Under the tangle of raven black hair, was, well, he'd had many encounters with the opposite sex, but this face would have stood out among any of them. High cheekbones, a generous mouth, dark eyes that, Harry thought, looked to be red-rimmed. 'Had she been crying?' That did not change his opinion that she was utterly beautiful.Her face now looked at him with just a touch of worry. Harry could see how she could regard herself as being in a vulnerable situation, so he gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Phew, just made it."She nodded, without replying, but she did return a weak response to his smile, before turning away. After a period of silence as the rain made its own waves along the promenade, Harry ventured, "I love seeing the sea like this, do you?"?Yes." Nothing more than that. Clearly, the lady had no wish for conversation. Harry concentrated on the anger of the sea, while the rain continued to splash down, but it was difficult for him to dismiss that face from his mind.After a while, the lady stood, walked to the shelter's edge, looked up and down the promenade, and glanced at her watch. The rain had eased a little but was still falling heavily."Someone not turned up?" Harry asked.That lovely face turned to him, brow creased as though about to tell him to mind his own business, but she said, "No, I was wanting to get to the station. Looks like I'll have to get wet."'A chance. A glorious chance,' Harry enthused, and he said, "I have to get to the station too. Can I offer you shelter under my trusty umbrella?"?Oh, I couldn't."But it didn't take much more persuasion, and soon they were dodging the puddles together, the wide umbrella over them, the lady close by his side. On the two hundred yards to the station, they exchanged names. She was Helen, and Harry found the temerity to say that he thought she'd looked upset back in the shelter.?I was," she admitted," I was being stupid."She offered no more on the subject at that time, but just before the train appeared, she said quietly, "You were right. I had been crying."And her eyes met his as she added, ?The man I was living with has taken off to Paris." She bit her lip, and just for a moment, Harry thought she was going to cry again. ?Wants to make a fresh start," And with surprising Escort Beykoz vehemence, she added, ?The bastard."?That attitude will do you the world of good," Harry told her, giving her a smile, which he hoped was comforting. "And, may I say, he must be crazy." She rewarded him with a smile of gratitude.Harry was happy when she chose to sit next to him on the train, and he got round to telling her about his financial advisory company and asked her what she did. She glanced out of the window,"My stop," she said, getting to her feet, before starting to answer, and Harry heard, "I'm a farm-"At that moment the train gave a violent jerk and a man stumbled against Helen, almost knocking her over. He apologised and moved on.Helen turned to say her farewell, and Harry was ready. "Could I see you again, sometime?"Her head shook as she said, ?I don't think I'm in the mood for anything at the moment." A sad smile of apology as she added, ?I don't think I trust men." The carriage door opened.He already had his new business card in his hand. He held it out to her. "My home phone number is on there if you ever want to break from the norm."She took it, and with a final thank you, she was gone. Leaving Harry wishing he had got off the train with her.For a full week every time his phone rang, he hoped it would be her. It never was, and life went on, as usual, only her face appeared whenever he closed his eyes. Dark eyes and raven hair, had he ever been so captivated? He just couldn't imagine such a beauty working on a farm. Maybe she was a farm inspector. Her answer had been interrupted he remembered.Six days after their meeting, Harry, having just finished his evening meal answered the phone, and his heart leapt when a gently uncertain female voice said, "It's Helen."Even while he was dancing cartwheels in his mind, he couldn't resist a little tease, "Helen who?"?Helen from under the umbrella. I?m taking your advice and trying to get away from the norm??Good choice. I'm miles from the norm." And he was delighted to hear her little laugh. Within minutes they had arranged that Harry would pick her up at seven on the following evening and they'd go for a meal.?If only I knew where you lived," he added in a sad tone. Again, her laugh was a bonus.He warned himself that he would need to take things very cautiously if he didn't want to scare this one away. She had obviously come through a pretty traumatic time, yet seemed keen to come out of it. 'Why should he be this bothered? She was just another woman, wasn't she?'That first evening went as well as he might have hoped. Having only seen her in a thick winter coat, out of her coat in the restaurant he found himself looking at a lady who filled her sweater in the right proportions to her trim waist and rounded hips. She was utterly delectable. They had a few laughs in discovering that they had similar tastes in books and film.The highlight came when he asked her about her farm work, ?Do you actually own the farm?"He hadn?t been able to think of any nearby farms.For just a moment she looked puzzled, then once more came that tinkling laugh. "You could say I farm-assist."Slow on the uptake, Harry asked, "You only assist."She gave him a forgiving smile, Cevizli escort "Harry, I am a pharmacist."Their mutual laughter had folk at other tables looking around. When he drove her home to her door, he expected nothing, and that was all he got. She thanked him but did agree to meet again in three days time.Harry courted Helen for three months, recognising that this was a major diversion in his usual lifestyle. His initial caution was so deliberate that it was the third week before he attempted giving her a 'goodnight' kiss. Her lips were keen, but cool on his, and when the kiss broke, her eyes had held his in an unfathomable gaze. But Harry found everything about his behaviour way out of step with his usual approach to women.Shortly after that, kissing Helen became more prolonged and their tongues got to know each other. Yet Harry was so desperate not to bring her any hurt, he delayed pushing it any further, desperate as he was to possess every inch of her.On a couple of evenings into their second month of seeing each other, she invited him into her well set-up home, for which, he had learned, she had done most of the funding. So that when Vic, that was his name, took off, there was no question of who kept the house. On those evenings, they simply had a coffee, and Helen promised that she would invite him for a meal soon.Those evenings also took them a step further, as he tentatively moved a hand over a bloused breast, and she did not protest, clung closer, in fact, her hands moving on his back. For Harry, those hands were like two large electrodes sending charges through his shirt. He could not believe how nervous he was about offending her by forcing the issue. This was a totally new situation. Up until this time his consideration had always been how quickly he could get his hand travelling up a girl's thigh.Then came the eveningwhen Helen by her words and actions, finally led Harry to make the commitment that he knew he had hidden nervously in the back of his mind for some time. Their kisses had been passionate, when Harry became aware of Helen unbuttoning her own blouse, before taking his hand and guiding it inside. An action so reminiscent of the lady on the train when he was just nineteen.But Harry was determined that this was to be no one-off. Overjoyed to find there was no bra, his hand roamed onto the sensually curved softness which was just as he'd suspected it would be. The brown of her nipples was a surprise and he was debating whether he dare take one in his mouth when Helen broke the kiss and stared up at him with smoky eyes."I wanted your hand on me," she whispered. "On my skin. True intimacy. But knowing how big the hurts were with-"Harry held a finger to her lips, "You don't have to say anything. I've understood."Her eyes shone again as she smiled, "Your understanding has been a surprise. You haven't pushed me at all. I appreciate that so much." Her eyes were fixed on him as she asked, "How many women have you had, Harry?"Slightly scared by her question, and where it might be heading, Harry tried to keep it light, "Millions," he said.She laughed, ?Many. Am I right?"Harry nodded, "I have to admit it."Helen's face took on a more serious look, "And was I to be another notch **on your bedpost?" Just as Harry had thought, that fear of being dumped had lived with her, but did it still?Matching her serious visage, he said, ?Could you ask that question in a different way? Be more direct."?How many have you spent weeks with without trying to scr- whoops, I nearly used a naughty word there.