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Heather Wrightson is shown how beautiful and desirable she truly is
I enter Costa Coffee after a particular troublesome shoot for the latest “Wisened Woman feature in the “Reader’s Choice”. If it wasn’t the editor’s aunt I would have told the stuck up bitch to get out. As I take my position at the back of the line I spot her at the counter. As she turns my eyes drink in the playful intelligence look on her face and in her brown eyes. My god this woman just screams “Wisened Woman”

Under my breath, “Please lord make me stay here until I can try to approach her about posing for me!” Her cup is presented to her along with a tray with a cinnamon bun on it, Forget myself crying out “Yes thank you lord!”

All head turn, gazing at me, lucky I have my headpiece in my ear, trailing down to a smartphone. “The local council has rescinded the nightly parking fee in Municipal lots!” hoping everyone will believe I’m not crazy!

Looking around , seeing her in a booth, taking her coat off, revealing a white blouse and a gentle hint of breasts. Without realizing what i’m doing I bite my lower lip, fantasizing about her in various poses as i snap away.

“Can I help you sir?” I’m instantly back to reality placing my order for a straight coffee and a biscuit. When it’s ready I make a beeline to her. In the ten years I’ve been approaching women about posing she has me shaking like an awestruck teenage! Getting closer “er! Excuse me is this seat taken?”

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“Yes thank you lord!’ catches me attention as I collect me tea and cinnamon bun. Making my way to the only open booth, sliding in by the wind. Taking my coat off settling in to read the Times. A few minutes pass before

“Er! Excuse me is this seat taken?” looking up from an article on Heathrow expansion, seeing the gentleman from the line, trembling holding a tray

“No feel free!” return to my paper as he sit, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about my appearance for some strange reason. Without even looking up I can tell that my new booth mate is checking me out a little more intently that a normal person would.

Then something that really makes me self conscious “Would you be offended if i told you you were the epiphany of my work at Wisened Woman?”

“Wisened Woman?”

“My pictorial of women who extrude both wisdom and beauty through their face. A weekly pictorial feature in the “Reader’s Choice” passing me his card, Graeme Colter, photographer. “I would love to photograph you for my next pictorial!”

I was speechless, no one has ever comment about me like that before. Then my phone goes off an emergency at the firm requiring my immediate presence. Putting on my coat, placing his card in a coat pocket and making my apologies before walking out, the sensation of his eyes following my every step out.

With the crisis averted I arrive home at five, in time to meet Phillip leaving with his assistance Mary. “Good timing Heather!, you saved me a call later, Mary and I have to fly to Malaysia for a meeting with a new client. Don’t know how long we’ll be gone!” kissing my on the cheek before piling into a black cab at the curb

Standing staring as the cab drove off then going inside and shutting the door. Well at least this time Phillip deemed me worthy of a phone call. Placing my gloves into my coat pocket, my hand coming into contact with a strange card, removing it reading the name embossed on it, memories of this afternoon in Costa Coffee flooding back.

“I would love to photograph you!” He seem so genuine in his approach. Plus he showed me more attention than Phillip has in years. On impulse I take out my phone and dial his numb“Hello?”

“Mister Colter, i don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”

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The phone in my studio ring, the name Heather Wrightson appearing on the caller ID. I know no one by that name. Hesitantly picking up “Hello?”

“Mister Colter, I don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”

As she said ‘my card in Costa!’ the memory of her face flood to the forefront of my mind and I almost drop the phone in excitement i can’t believe she was calling me. Suddenly it was like English wasn’t even a language I could speak, I couldn’t even hem nor haw correctly!

“If this is a bad time?”

“Oh god no, I couldn’t imagine a bad time with you?” Oh smooth Colter why don’t you just pass out and prove what a dweeb you really are?

“Well if your still interested could we arrange a time to discuss the offer further?”

“Anytime!, anywhere!” blurting it out like a desperate loser. That’s greeted with a small laugh

“Well since my office is less than a block from your studio shall we say tomorrow at fourish?

Trying to come off sounding professional “If that convenient for you!” Inside i’m jumping for joy. Looking at my watch,five twenty-four, the next twenty-two hours and thirty-six minutes would not go by fast enough in my mind. She rings off and this time i do drop the phone and rush to my portfolio to show her what i consider to be some of my best work.

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Ten after four finds me outside his studio,questioning what I was about to get myself into. Summing up my courage I walk up the steps to the front door. Entering into an open welcoming space manned by a rather young looking lady “Hello I’m here to see Mr. Colter

As her head turns to scan my “Oh my god Graeme wasn’t lying! You are drop dead gorgeous.” picking up what i think was the inter office phone “Graeme she’s here and in my professional opinion she ready to go right in front of the camera!”

From the right hand staircase comes the rumble of feet on the stairs,like someone was very anxious to leave. Looking to the staircase I can’t believe that all that noise was being made by Mr. Colter. He’s in front of me offering to take my coat, as i let him i hear both him sigh and his assistance exclaim “Is she a fashion model?

"My god she doesn’t even need wardrobe help!”

He lets me flip through his portfolio, which eases my mind that this was just a way to scam me! The women were truly breathtaking and he considered me worthy of joining then. I was so overwhelmed by his wanton desire to photograph me, that i found myself more than willing to do as he asked of me.

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As she views my portfolio, I see the look on her face change from scepticism to admiration. Inside my emotion traverse the gambit for self doubt to wanton desire to ecstatic joy when she tell me she like to pose for me.

Touching her hand, sends a shiver through my body. Mrs. Wrightson if you’ll follow me!”

“Oh please call me Heather!”

"Only if you call me Graeme!”

With Ami in tow we ascend the stairs to the studio proper, where the next two hours fly by. She so photogenic that I don’t even have to try photoshop anything. The camera bring to light what my naked eye saw that afternoon in Costa Coffee. Before long I have one hundred and twenty photo that another hour is need for

Heather to choose the photos she would let me use for my next pictorial, which I was already considering my greatest ever.

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The shoot was endless but the photos Graeme showed me had me believing that I was the most attractive woman in the world. Even when I was awkward in my mind, The praise from both Ami and Graeme made me feel inside that was missing something for years in my life.

Ami left as we settled in to chose what shots would be used. With that done I looked to my watch. Just a little after seven, no wonder I felt hungry. Graeme sensing what was going on.

“Please allow me to take you out to dinner as my way to thank you for the photo shoot

Once more without thinking I agree,secretly inside not wanting this experience to end so soon. Here I thought he had planned a local place, so imagine my surprise when he escort me to his car then drove us to the Five Fields In Chelsea, someplace even Phillip never considered taking me for any type of meal. As we’re setted I gotten so use to Phillip ordering for me, so when graeme passed me a menu and told me to order whatever I wanted I was caught off guard. When the server came i was still expecting Graeme to take control and order for me, that I dropped the menu when the server asked me “And madam would like?”

Giving my preference still expecting Graeme to overrule me.While waiting for our food Graeme compliment me on my professionalism and my beauty. As the food comes and we begin to eat I feel his eyes all over my face like he was scanning every inch of it to reproduce on a three d printer. With the meal done, I ask him to drive me to the nearest tube station

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With the meal done Heather asks me to drive her to the tube. “No you’re out this late because of me, I’ll drive you right to your front door to make sure you get home safe and sound!”

The look in her eyes melts my heart, it’s like she never been shown common decency before. Accepting my offer she tell me her address 11 Juer St down by the Battersea Park district of London. A pleasant thirteen minute trip in my Vauxhall Vectra, which is done in silence since I wasn’t familiar with the roads what with living in my studio.

As I pull up to her door “Graeme would you like to come in for a nightcap?” God honest truth I was hoping she would ask me since I didn’t want this night to end and her presence in my life to end.

“Would your husband mind?”

“He’s not home,he’s away on a business!” Unlocking the going in motioning me to follow.

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Graeme drive me right to my door , it’s been such a difference in his company. Like I’m an actual person not

just a body to sleep with. So unlike me “Would you like to come in for a night cap?” hoping he accepts so this night doesn’t have to end.

As he comes into the hallway I can’t believe what I do. After hanging up my coat and his I lead Graeme into the siting room when I turn fast and kiss him on the lips. Not sure who was more shocked him or me!

He breaks the kiss, holding me slightly at arms length “I don’t know if i should be here Heather?”

“Don’t worry about my marriage, my husband lays with me but not With me if you understand my meaning!”

Apparently his did, pulling me tight to him once more, kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue penetrating my mouth, exploring it live a long lost lover. Making me experience feeling i haven’t felt in a long while. Graeme’s hand roving my clothed body, his left hand playing with my breasts through the blouse and bra, his right hand cupping my ass cheek through my skirt and panties. As if by mutual consent he starts to undo my blouse as my hands begins to unbutton his shirt and pants, Our lips never leave the other unless its to kiss the side of our throats

As my blouse drops to the floor landing on top of his shirt, soon my bra joins them there,Graeme once more breaks off the kiss and holds me away, his eyes travelling from the top of my head to the waistband of my skirt.

His words bring tears to my eyes

“What a pair of magnificent breasts!” lowering his head to then kissing all over then before sucking in the nipple, rolling the flesh between his tongue and the side of his cheek.I sigh in pleasure as my skirt and half slip slide down my stocking legs. Thigh high nylons and a pair of panties is all that remain as Graeme scoops me up into his arms

“First door at the top of the stairs!’ as he carries me up the stairs kissing my every step

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“First door at the top of the stairs!” carrying Heather up, kissing her with every step passed. Taking her into said room, finding to my surprise a single bed

“We haven’t been intimate with each other in a while!” As if she need to justify to me. As long as she was alright with what was about to occur who was I to complain about her life. Laying her down onto the covered mattress joining her, my hand travelling to her venus mound, Tracing her outer labia then rubbing her slit until she started to moisten. All the while our lips were once more lock in an kiss.

Penetrating her passage with my middle finger, finding her clit and tracing the infinity symbol all over the sensitive nub of nerve ending. Heather started squirming under my manipulations, her kiss turning into playful nips of my lips and hr breath turning into short pants of passion.

As I playing with her, Heather’s hand finds me hardening cock and works the shaft until it rock hard. Groaning in pleasure as her hand tightens, traversing my shaft driving me wild. As my cock starts to throb and her passage grips my finger in a death grip I gently bring a knee between her legs gently spread them apart, exposing her sex fully. Moving into place, the tip of my cock indenting the outer flesh of her vaginal passage, I look to Heather, “Are you sure?”

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My legs wide and Graeme between then my mind has trouble comprehending “Are you sure?”

“Yes i’m sure!” Slowly Graeme enter me, bring a feeling that I haven’t experienced in a long time. Slowly i feel his girth spread my inner passage making me sigh in the pleasure he’s sending through my nerve ending to my brain. When he completely buried in my pussy, hard against my cervix, Graeme hold until i cry out

“Do it fuck me like a real woman!” the look in his eyes tell me that I didn’t have to say that. As he pulls back a bit before returning in place repeating his actions until only his tip is inside before he strokes completely back into me. Long slow strokes makes me moan in pleasure then he changes to short rapid thrust, rocking me forwards towards the wall

His hand pull my hips back to him further down the bed before he return to his hard rapid fucking of my soaked vaginal passage. Before long the tell tale signs that I was going to climax began,my hand gripping his asscheek, pulling him deeper into me

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God it was all i could do not to cum prematurely with Heather. When she grabs my as pulling me to her i start to tense up, knowing i getting ready to cum

“Heather I’m about to cum? Trying to pull out, not wanting her to suffer a pregnancy

“No stay in me, long ago I suffered an accident that rendered me infertile!. Heather arches her back under me, flood her passage with her juices at the time that I was unloading my cum deep into her.

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He cums in me and I’m ecstatic, it’s been so long since I’ve cummed, even longer that I’m taken well into the early hours of the morning. Each time Graeme makes sure I cum before he does. As we lay entwined in each other’s arms after out fourth coupling. We both drift to sleep.

The alarm clock goes off at seven thirty! Still entwined in each other arms, we finally separate from each other, me to the bathroom, Graeme to the kitchen where he makes me scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. As I come in to join him, we hear metal clanking against metal. Looking out the kitchen window, we both see a car being booted by the council.

Going to shower, then eat, dressing in a new outfit, Graeme dressing in his clothes from last night “Hey drive you to work gorgeous?” Graeme being so gentlemanly, I accept. When we’re both ready we go out and stop dead in our tracks. The metal clanking we heard was his car being booted

“Oh Graeme i’ll pay!’ On his phone calling to have the boot removed.

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“Forget it your money's no good to me!” Looking at him when “I’d rather take it out in trade if you catch my meaning?” Taking me into his arms, kissing me while we waited for the council to send someone to remove the boot. My neighbours peering out, bet they are whispering about my actions, but you know what I couldn’t care!



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