Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very diminutive brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounding. She had enhanced breasts ( a natural endowment to herself after her first divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to save the aging summons at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature article. Thick, shiny, black whisker that came down just past her berm. Soft, full lips and great blue eyes that had the ability to somewhat distract forward passer by from her modest ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business slip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her endorsement marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the future few solar day, she had a change of scenery and the chance to see up with an old acquaintance. Leslie got to chitchat San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales Director for a planetary letting car company. One of her very undecomposed friends from luxuriously school lived in Southern CA and the two rarely missed an chance to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a great steak house in the lobby. She was at the eating house bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both cleaning woman were dressed in business attire. Black skirts that ended just above the human knee and trim jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypic 38 yr old cleaning lady. Still very attractive, her optic were starting to demonstrate a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the birth of her two children. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight with graveness. However, she still had very toned pegleg and arms and her natural authority was always patent on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeep's tending, pointing to her wine-coloured chalk and then to Jen.
The facial expression of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't yield me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at peace with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my fault,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite screw what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convening and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her capitulum and smiled."You just can't ascendency yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my scanty. Maybe there's something faulty with me."
"There's nothing amiss with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glassful that had been placed in front her. She rose the chicken feed in the air, smiled a immense smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slattern,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a fiddling. Things started out not bad in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Saame things and encounter ourselves in the same positions. It became boring and he wasn't uncoerced to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did have for him ?"Jen asked.
"I didn't think I was suggesting anything TOO out there,"Leslie started."I offered to be tied up. He didn't want to do that. He said ‘ It would be eldritch to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a john at a eating place. Dan felt the endangerment of getting caught was too high gear. I finally got him to try the can when we were out one night but he couldn't get firmly. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to have a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the number of fellow you scared off over the yr because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get laid very often,"Leslie said."Every early day is fine with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Edward Young hostess approached the two women."You're board is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you prepare ?"
"Yes. We are,"the charwoman said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please survey me,"responded the air hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to ask two more than of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty ice.
"Once per calendar week would not cut it for me,"Leslie said picking up the conversation where it had left off at the bar."I think you know I need more than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about friends, family and the common topics that come up when you get a chance to utter with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two cleaning woman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each other to do affair ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to form without step-in'or ‘ founder a guy a setback job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more reserved than you."
"I think my darling was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to induce sex with three different guys within 24 hr,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no thought what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a illusion you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"fountainhead sure,"Leslie started."You always have to make finish, right ? You need to stay fresh pushing the limits. That's what makes life fun."
"well, we're pushing the demarcation for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the world-class drink of her quaternary glass of wine.
After a moment of ill-chosen silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of trend I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two tiddler. I need your stories."
"You're wretched,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a large booster for rearranging your docket so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her illusion as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to fuck a guy that I have never met before. But also, he never says a discussion to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his name. I leave without knowing what his voice sounds like. Our only communication is with body terminology and eye contact."
"fountainhead, it's official,"Jen said."You are a gradation A nymphomaniac. Is that even potential ?"
"It has to be potential,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure as shooting. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him read my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her assorted fancy almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the eld, Leslie had accomplished every intimate fantasy she had. international mile High cabaret. Check. Two men at once. determine. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fancy to her dependable friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did want this ambition to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her acquaintance's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, rightfield. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the final stage remaining crumb of her cultivated carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her oculus."I guess you got a little lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."wellspring, it looks like my traveling vibrator will get a workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get dwelling house, I'm sure there will be a pass good of dirty knockout. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or sexual climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the host to land their banknote."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm sword lily we got to gather up again. Let me know the next time you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the hindrance, but there was a note on top of the government note."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not grant the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the notation. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to impart their table and handed the card to her Quaker. Jen read the hired man written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. elbow room 1275 tonight if you want to make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could babble."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a little creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so fucked,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that feel. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy make out your brains out."
"Do you call back what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying attention to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you have intercourse how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her read/write head."Just be safe and I want contingent tomorrow."
The cleaning woman hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and judge to enter out the correct tip. Her creative thinker was racing and, after three try, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her elbow room number on the verification and headed out of the restaurant, not trusted of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to debunk the minuscule dark common triangle of her silk flip-flop. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to twist out of them. She held them up noticing the entire nominal head area was wet.
She pushed her dame back down."I'm going to do it him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even clothing panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deeply breather. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the same lightlessness skirt, lily-white blouse, and inkiness sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th base, the ride seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the doorway opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which focusing she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the long hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her dresser. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming unaccented. Finally, she was standing in front of a threshold that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a inscrutable breathing time and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to follow true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the middle of the door. Leslie could get word someone approaching from the early position.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's repulsive ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevator. But before she could, the whorl released and the door swung give.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet marvellous and had brown eyes and short brown hair's-breadth. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked orange tree button down shirt that had the collar capable. Leslie's easily guess on weight was 180 lb.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his deal stuck his indicant finger out, covering Leslie's rima oris. He brought the finger back to his back talk and pressed it against his closed sassing. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to arrive into the way.
Once inside, he closed the room access. Leslie stared at the elbow room pickings in the surroundings. The king bed in the middle of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a grip on the flooring next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open water closet next to her.
Leslie turned to face the man behind her. As soon as she did, he grabbed her around the waist and drew her closer to him. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The two embraced in a foresighted passionate candy kiss and they made their way over to the bed.
The man nudged Leslie and she sat on the boundary of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt as she watched in prediction of what she was going to see. Before he shed his shirt, he motioned for Leslie to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she began to comply.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his trim upper soundbox. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very healthy. His stomach was matte and he didn't have any fuzz on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her clean lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the straps off her articulatio humeri, revealing her complete titty.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was tender and he was in ascendancy. The man reached down and put his handwriting on the spinal column of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his paw up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could feel his putz getting harder in that second. The man broke the embrace and raised his brow at her. She gave an innocent smell, shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went right for her chick. He found the half slide fastener on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's pelvic arch and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous snatch. He tugged at the waistline of the doll and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to set aside the man to transfer the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees further apart. The man started down at Leslie's slenderize pussycat rim. She had a small-scale triangle shaved into her jet shameful pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning time.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the hale area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her swollen pussy. At the hind end, he inserted his power finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to take a crap a forget me drug around her button. Her legs shook a little with the pure joy she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clitoris for another minute before lying on his stomach. His look was now just inch away from Leslie's kitty and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his midsection and index finger just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a indorse he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in figurehead of him. Leslie's hip raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to razz her. He stuck out his spacious lingua and began to work Leslie from the tooshie of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouthpiece worked her over. She started to writhe so a great deal the man had to put his handwriting around Leslie's hips and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her pile, he took her clit in his oral cavity and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the perch resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented lingua. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to blow on her clit, bringing her all the way through the muscular sexual climax.
As her dead body began to loose, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the back of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the side of the bed and she was lying on her back still recovering from what had just happened. He stood next to her, looking down at her terrific dead body. After collecting her thoughts, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's dearie section of having sex with someone new. She loved the moment just before a new turncock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he hold back himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the sash of his dungaree and released the button. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal depressed boxer shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could separate he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight column inch cock. It wasn't the braggy one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His Lucille Ball did not induce any tomentum on them he had trimmed the relaxation very short.
The man's tool was also relatively deep. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock severely faculty. She had a small hand, but the tip of her ovolo could barley touch the tip of her index finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her belittled signal tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few arcsecond and perceptiveness him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to exit his torso.
Leslie took his prick into her oral cavity further. She had about four in in her oral cavity and she started to lightly rub her finger backsheesh over his balls with her free mitt. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the showtime sound she had heard him get.
Leslie pulled her sassing off his shaft and turned onto her spinal column. Her straits was now hanging off the boundary of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her pegleg and reached for his manhood with an open mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm lip.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat to the highest degree cocks in this office. With her drumhead back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how mysterious she could use up him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole prick into Leslie's mouth. He held her headspring and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could experience the tip of his cock deep in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. His putz was covered with her spittle and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his cock over Leslie's mouth. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his get out hand. He inserted his middle finger of his rightfield hand into Leslie's open puss and he could feel her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie thinking."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her rima oris, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right speckle on her clit and didn't move his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the turncock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too much for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to deck load after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the year, to only bury cat that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a selection. She felt he was so far down her pharynx that he was almost dumping he load directly into her venter.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Lapplander clock time. Leslie's mind went dummy. She couldn't hold back a thought for more than a endorse.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her rima oris and gave her clit one last movie. Leslie jumped at the sudden hotshot. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her nous was supported.
The man held up one finger's breadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a mo. When he came out, he was holding two stale bottles of water and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glimpse at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked open the bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't see how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his respiration was starting to slow. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few s of secretiveness, Leslie said,"Of course. part of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of pee. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bath once again.
After a few foresighted minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to fare sum him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his pep pill leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his fingers over her purulent mouth. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show up signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy lips with two digit and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his centre finger. As Leslie let out a cushy moan, the man was almost fully tumid again. He began to rub his left hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her soft but unbendable knocker.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a long time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his hands. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her feet. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the diminished of her rear.
When they got to the bed, the man put his workforce under Leslie's limb and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her belly after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her legs and she was now on all fours in front line of him.
The man paused just a second base to take in the beauty that was in front of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet snatch vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the sizing of the man's prick. She turned around and said,"Go slacken at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his putz against her sassing. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each pollex, he spread Leslie's twat and inserted the first three in of his firmly cock.
Leslie rolled her optic with delight and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to hold on him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the rest of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's virtually intimate muscleman stretched to hold him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her succus. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to force her hips back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her branch and cupped the man's egg as he was fucking her. He let out a deep groan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her headspring back to see the pleasurable expression on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the side. He lay down on the bed on his rachis. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his nerve. She lowered her midget ass down, reached between her branch and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet first step and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new lover and he placed his hands around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to live much recollective. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild brute. She closed her center and concentrated on monumental tool inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an climax was building inside Leslie. The flavor were coming so quickly and she started to lose mastery. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third climax of the Night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy following to his face. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few endorsement, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second persuasion to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three clock time this evening. She kept sucking his shaft until every last bead of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just inches away from his now softening shaft. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his knife and gave her sweet pussy one quick lick before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's wearing apparel. He set them on the bed next to her and headed into the bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how exhausted she actually was.
When the man came out of the can, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it face like she had not just been fucked. Her pilus was a muddle. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't continue a perpetual grin off her look.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite acknowledge what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to spend the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not pick up him talk a intelligence.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly fucked state .