Julie's Return 3

We actually did doze off together for awhile. When we awoke we decided to have dinner together in the hotel's restaurant. She said she wanted to take a shower (the room's shower was too small for the two of us) and that I should go ahead and get us a table. I got dressed and went down to the restaurant, which wasn't too busy. They seated me at a table which was some distance from the few other diners. Not too long after, Julie arrived, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. We ordered food and started talking catching up on our respective lives. It became apparent over the course of our discussion over the course of our meal that we were very different in quite a few ways and that we wouldn't make it as a "couple". Besides the incompatibility we both were not ready to fully move on from our past marriages, my good one and her bad one. Our sex history was all we really shared. We did agree that we could have a sexual relationship. Living in different cities meant our time together would be limited, but we could have an online relationship. Both of our sex lives at this point consisted of masturbation and we could enrich each other's experiences via internet means. 

At one point she brought up that we had spent our time fulfilling her fantasies but she hadn't heard about mine. I considered a moment whether it was a good idea to tell her, and finally told her about Solotouch and my stories I had posted, several involving her. She had never heard of it but was pleasantly surprised and didn't mind at all. I told her how to find me (I confess to having changed all names) and she said she looked forward to reading them. Soon it was time to leave and I walked her to the elevator. Just before she stepped into the elevator we exchanged a kiss. Once in the elevator she turned and lifted her sweatshirt to show her braless boobs to me one last time and smiled as the door slid shut. I looked around to see if anyone else might have seen her tits but the area was clear. 

Naturally my thoughts were on the unexpected events that had happened that day. I was sitting watching tv when my phone signaled I had a text from Julie. I opened it up to find she had sent me nude photos. Although her face wasn't visible in any of them I knew they were all her. 

Her droopy tits held up by one arm.

A close up of her thick bush.

One taken using the mirror of her on her from behind kneeling with her head bent down so her ass cheeks were spread apart, as well as her slightly opened pussy peeking out of the thick hair. I could see her pussy was damp and I found her asshole that I was seeing for the first time to be extremely beautiful. It seemed like the most perfect asshole I had ever seen and I can't tell you what it was about it that affected me that way.

And a long shot also taken in the mirror of her front from neck to ankles. As I've mentioned before she never had a spectacular build, although the years hadn't hurt her figure much except for a roundness in her tummy, but she was standing proudly with her legs firmly parted and the hand not holding the camera planted on her ample hip. She seemed to be saying "Here I am, like it or not."

I liked it.

I immediately removed my pants so I could jerk off. I took a photo of my hand on my cock, and after I came I took a picture of the come dripping off my cock. After cleaning up I texted the photos to her with the caption "What I thought of your pictures."

Our relationship has continued and I'll tell about it in future stories.