The Pipe (reality, slow, nosex, b&d, humil)

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offended by such material. This story is not fiction and

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The Pipe

The Pipe’s a wine bar in the centre of our great city, built into the basement of the old flower market. You may know it by a different name, but to us it’s The Pipe, it exists and what follows is largely true.

The Pub Guides give it top marks for ambience and you wouldn’t disagree with them there. The place is built into the vaulted cellars beneath the main piazza. Rough wooden furniture, exposed brickwork and subtle lighting, supplemented by candles in bottles, give it a romantic, relaxed atmosphere. Over lunchtime and during the early evening it’s packed with local office workers grabbing a quick sandwich lunch or a pre-theatre supper.

I took Lynda there a lot, partly as a change from the brasserie or the terrace bar, which was where our teams regularly went as a group for lunch each Friday. Mainly though, I took her there to seduce her. At the start of our relationship we went there once or twice a month. As the relationship grew deeper and darker it got to be more frequent, until it reached the stage where we’d be there at the same time practically every day. We’d both make our own way there and meet up in one of the vaulted rooms away from the entrance. We always took the same table in the same room and the staff got so used to us that they just took us for granted.

It was obvious to both of us that we were going to have a physical relationship, however it may seem strange to you that I can’t ever remember us kissing. The physical relationship grew out of our conversations, which were intense and open; no stone unturned. It was lust pure and simple, on both our parts.

Lynda had been quite strictly brought up and her sexual experiences were limited to the typical “childhood sweetheart” explorations. She’d never experienced an orgasm with a boyfriend; that level of satisfaction could only be achieved through masturbation and fantasy. Her fantasies unlocked the relationship and nearly turned out to be her undoing.

Her boyfriend was in his early twenties, about the same age as Lynda, whereas I was in my late thirties. Her deference to me had been a big part of her early attraction for me. She was slim and slight, short and perky, full of vitality and curiosity. I’m making her sound like a Jack Russell terrier! Frankly, I found her sexy as hell and she knew it. Lynda was a very willing participant in what developed into a very dependent relationship, for both of us.

So, to the beginning

To be continued…

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