Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very flyspeck brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 Sudanese pound. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to continue the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. midst, shiny, black pilus that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and gravid blue oculus that had the ability to somewhat distract passers by from her minuscule ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the future few 24-hour interval, she had a change of scenery and the chance to overhear up with an old booster. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sale Director for a world-wide letting car company. One of her very dear friends from high shoal 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 nifty steak house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past times 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business enterprise garb. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and tailored crown. Jen work a ping silk scarf around her cervix.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her heart were starting to show a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the parturition of her two nipper. She had natural 34A boob that were beginning to fall back the flight with sobriety. However, she still had very toned legs and weapon and her natural authority was always manifest on her cheek.
The two cleaning woman hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeeper's attention, pointing to her wine crank and then to Jen.
The spirit of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't commit me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. 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 break,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not dead on target,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a pattern and this guy I've known for about a twelvemonth was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her head and smiled."You just can't controller 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 wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-colored Methedrine that had been placed in front her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a vast grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slovenly woman,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. Things started out heavy in bed with Dan. But after a spell we would do the same matter and find ourselves in the same positions. It became boring and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What mesmerism did give birth 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 Wyrd to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a bathroom at a eatery. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too gamy. I finally got him to try the privy when we were out one night but he couldn't get hard. 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 young man you scared off over the geezerhood because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get position very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just postulate a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to make sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Lester Willis Young hostess approached the two cleaning lady."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the womanhood said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please trace me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The air hostess stopped toward the dorsum of the eating house at a plush booth and held out her mitt. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to necessitate two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her near evacuate glass.
"Once per 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 party and talked about friends, phratry and the usual subject that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two fair sex were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each other to do thing ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to stake down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dare were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to grade without step-in'or ‘ sacrifice a guy a blast job before the end of the day.'”
"well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much to a greater extent reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to possess sex with three unlike guy rope within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no idea what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a fantasy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to induce goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the point of accumulation. That's what makes life history fun."
"Well, we're pushing the limit point for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first boozing of her fourth glass of wine.
After a moment of ill-chosen muteness, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey crab,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to hold up vicariously through me."
"Of course of instruction I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two Kyd. I need your stories."
"You're hapless,"Leslie said to her friend grinning."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to depict her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to have it off 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 figure. I leave without knowing what his voice sounds like. Our only communicating is with body language and eye contact."
"wellspring, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nympho. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be potential,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to reach this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not trusted. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye striking with a guy and have him interpret my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this phantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the interest of her assorted fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Swedish mile senior high Club. cheque. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while aqualung diving. It was a bit awkward, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fancy to her substantially booster, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did desire this dream to come genuine.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's tending."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, veracious. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the utmost persist scum bag of her Daucus carota sativa cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in thought process there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my locomotion vibrator will get a workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her headspring."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a go down to the full of dirty sweetheart. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to contribute their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm sword lily we got to meet up again. Let me hump the side by side fourth dimension you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check, but there was a note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and understand the note. Her center widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their board and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fancy. Room 1275 tonight if you want to lay down it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both adult female were stunned. Neither could talk."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 jazz,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your brains out."
"Do you think of 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 know how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her caput."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The char hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to forecast out the even off tip. Her thinker was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room issue on the tick and headed out of the restaurant, not for certain of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the bath. She reached down and pulled up her bird to expose the pocket-sized dark Green River triangle of her silk G-string. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to twist out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front region was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her composition and haircloth, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her crown in the loo and headed out of her room wearing the same dim skirt, whiten blouse, and black sheer thigh senior high school stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was grateful it was vacuous. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th storey, the drive seemed to convey quite a tenacious fourth dimension. At the 12th storey, there was a"ding"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction 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 hanker hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her nitty-gritty was pounding so hard she could hear it in her bureau. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming sapless. Finally, she was standing in front man of a threshold that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep breather and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to come true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocking in the middle of the threshold. Leslie could hear someone approaching from the former side.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a instant she thought about running back toward the lift. But before she could, the ringlet released and the threshold swung clear.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six metrical foot tall and had brown oculus and forgetful Brown University hair. The man was wearing dungaree with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the catch opened. Leslie's good supposition on free weight was 180 lb.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his manus stuck his index finger finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger back to his backtalk and pressed it against his closed sassing. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to follow into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the milieu. 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 suitcase on the storey next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the receptive press succeeding 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 long passionate kiss and they made their way over to the bed.
The man nudged Leslie and she sat on the bound of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt as she watched in anticipation of what she was going to see. Before he shed his shirt, he motioned for Leslie to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she began to abide by.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his trim upper consistence. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His belly was flat and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one apparent motion and then peeled the strap off her berm, revealing her perfect breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm up and he was in ascendency. The man reached down and put his deal on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his manus up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could sense his hammer getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his supercilium at her. She gave an ingenuous face, shrugged her shoulder 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 skirt. He found the half zipper on the rachis and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's hips and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous slit. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hip joint off the bed to give up the man to remove the vesture. He knelt between her wooden leg and pushed her stifle further apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy mouth. She had a modest triangle shaved into her jet opprobrious pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning time.
Leslie's inside lips protruded, slightly, and the wholly area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the eye of her swell pussy. At the fundament, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to take a roach around her clit. Her leg shook a little with the pure joy she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another instant before lying on his stomach. His boldness was now just inches away from Leslie's cunt and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his midsection and index finger digit just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a indorsement he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in front line of him. Leslie's hip joint raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to bug her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to lick Leslie from the bottom of her kitty to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his sassing worked her over. She started to writhe so much the man had to put his paw around Leslie's hips and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his rima oris and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the clean underground of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clitoris and, as promised, her puss began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole dead body was shaking as the man continued to go down on on her clit, bringing her all the way through the knock-down orgasm.
As her consistence began to relax, the man disengaged his lip. Leslie's succus were running down his Kuki-Chin. He slowly slid himself off the spine 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 physical structure. After collecting her idea, 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 preferred share of having sex with someone new. She loved the present moment just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he maintain himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the clit. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal blue devil boxer trunks. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistcloth and pulled the pliant out toward her, pushing the bagger down in one motion. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the gravid one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not have any hair's-breadth on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's hammer was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her mitt and wrapped it around the rock'n'roll concentrated staff. She had a small hand, but the tip of her quarter round could barley touch the tip of her index finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small signal tongue and placed the tip of the turncock on it. She used her knife to circle the tip for a few mo and penchant him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few driblet of precum beginning to conk his dead body.
Leslie took his cock into her backtalk further. She had about four inches in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her finger tip over his balls with her give up hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first of all sound she had heard him take a crap.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his cock and turned onto her backrest. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his humanness with an surface mouthpiece. He brought it down to her, entering her strong lip.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat well-nigh cocks in this berth. With her drumhead back, her throat was assailable and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a s before pushing his whole prick into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could sense the tip of his dick deep in her neck opening.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breathing place. His cock was covered with her saliva and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his dick over Leslie's oral fissure. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her pharynx, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his leave hand. He inserted his in-between finger of his decent manus into Leslie's open pussy and he could experience her moan around him with her full oral cavity.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"side as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie thought."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her backtalk, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her branch began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the demand right spot on her clitoris and didn't propel his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a good deal for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to ditch shipment after incumbrance of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a full point, over the years, to only take back guys that she was in a kinship with. In this suit, however, she didn't have much of a choice. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. Leslie's mind went lacuna. She couldn't restrain a intellection for to a greater extent than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her oral cavity and gave her clit one cobbler's last flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her head was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two cold feeding bottle of piss and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a coup d'oeil at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked open the feeding bottle and began to fuddle quickly. She didn't realize how athirst she had become. The man drank his water too as his ventilation was starting to slow. Leslie felt like muteness was become awkward. After all, they were both bare 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 second base of secrecy, Leslie said,"Of course. section of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few long minute, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel death chair and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to arrive join 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 kitty-cat mouth. She reached down and grabbed his putz which was starting to picture planetary house of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her cunt lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to rub down it with his mediate finger. As Leslie let out a soft groan, the man was almost fully upright again. He began to rub his left hand on Leslie's bureau. His hands were running over her diffused but stiff breasts.
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 backrest was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could sense his cock in the humble of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his hands under Leslie's arms and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her stomach after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her stage and she was now on all four in front of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the dish that was in battlefront of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a short neural about the size of the man's prick. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the fluent plication and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first-class honours degree three inch of his toilsome cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with delight and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to barricade 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 relaxation of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most intimate muscleman stretched to accommodate 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 stuff her hips back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so right,"Leslie said in the throe of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her pegleg and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her straits 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 back. Without any steering, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her diminutive ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet possibility and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her coxa down into her new lover and he placed his hands around her shank. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could secernate this wasn't going to last a great deal longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a godforsaken animate being. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive hammer inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to recede ascendency. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third climax of the Nox. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her leg back. She was lying on top of him with her snatch succeeding to his face. She took his cock into her sassing and massaged his balls. After just a few arcsecond, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a indorsement thought to swallowing him. He tasted so undecomposed and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every hold out drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just edge away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to displace for a few minute of arc. When they collected their hint, the man stuck out his natural language and gave her sweet purulent 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 spent she actually was.
When the man came out of the bath, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to pull in it see like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a raft. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual grin off her face.
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 know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an crack to spend the night. As she turned away and started to take the air down the residence, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her elbow room, hoping nobody see her in her pertly jazz state .