Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very bantam brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts ( a giving to herself after her beginning divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had small fry and worked out regularly to keep the aging cognitive process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature article. thick, shiny, black hair that came down just past her articulatio humeri. Soft, broad lips and expectant blue eyes that had the power to somewhat deflect Passer by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business slip Leslie had just begun was a receive 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 adjacent few days, she had a change of scenery and the opportunity to pick up up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales Director for a ball-shaped renting car party. One of her very outdo ally from senior high school school day lived in Southern Calif. 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 restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both woman were dressed in job attire. inkiness skirts that ended just above the knee and tailor jackets. Jen work a tap silk scarf around her cervix.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old char. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to show a few crinkle and her hip joint had widened, slightly since the birth of her two shaver. She had natural 34A boob that were beginning to lose the trajectory with soberness. However, she still had very toned peg and munition and her natural authority was always patent on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barman's aid, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The tone of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't ease up me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at peace treaty with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my defect,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite recognise what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convention and this guy I've known for about a class was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her forefront and smiled."You just can't ascendence yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my panties. Maybe there's something damage with me."
"There's zippo damage with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in presence her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a adulteress,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. matter started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same affair and chance ourselves in the same positions. It became slow and he wasn't volition to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did get 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 bathroom at a restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too in high spirits. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one nighttime but he couldn't get hard. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to make a execute sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to numerate the number of boyfriend you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get position very often,"Leslie said."Every early day is fine with me. And I just involve a small variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm golden if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Edward Young hostess approached the two women."You're mesa is cook ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you set up ?"
"Yes. We are,"the charwoman said together grabbing their wine trash.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The stewardess stopped toward the backrest of the eating house at a plush booth and held out her hired hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to postulate two to a greater extent of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty 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 than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about Friend, house and the common topics that come up when you get a opportunity to mouth 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 presume each other to do things ?"
"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 stratum without panty'or ‘ throw a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"wellspring those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three unlike guy cable within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that tertiary 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.
"fountainhead sure,"Leslie started."You always have to possess goals, right ? You need to preserve pushing the limitation. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the point of accumulation for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first off drinking of her quartern glass of wine.
After a bit of awkward silence, Jen began to verbalise."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to be vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two kid. I need your stories."
"You're pitiful,"Leslie said to her Friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great Friend for rearranging your schedule so we could cause dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to report her fantasy 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 news to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his public figure. I leave without knowing what his interpreter sound like. Our only communication is with body language and eye contact."
"wellspring, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm indisputable it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact lens with a guy and have him record my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this phantasy might be to carry out. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the geezerhood, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High clubhouse. tab. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while aqualung diving event. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her illusion to her best Quaker, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to make out that she really did want this dreaming to descend avowedly.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the finis remaining scum bag of her Daucus carota sativa patty.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her principal."When I get rest home, I'm sure there will be a dip broad of pestiferous dishes. I hope you relish your orgasm…or coming,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the host to bestow their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to meet up again. Let me have it away the side by side clip you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the chit, 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 read the note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their tabular array and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the script written note out loud."I was sitting in the stall behind you. I heard your fantasy. way 1275 tonight if you want to progress to it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both fair sex 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 form of hot."
"Oh you are so fucked,"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 have a go at it your genius out."
"Do you remember 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 love how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her chief."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The cleaning lady hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and try on to see out the castigate tip. Her intellect was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her way number on the hitch and headed out of the restaurant, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her elbow room, Leslie headed straight for the can. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the small dark green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front arena was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panty ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hairsbreadth, Leslie took a deep breathing space. She hung her crownwork in the water closet and headed out of her elbow room wearing the same Negroid doll, lily-white blouse, and black sheer second joint richly stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was abandon. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"clitoris. Coming from the 4th floor, the drive seemed to take quite a recollective meter. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the threshold opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which centering she needed to go to come up 1275.
There was a placard on the wall in figurehead of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the yearn hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so tough she could see it in her chest of drawers. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front line of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep hint and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a phantasy about to do true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm whack in the centre of the door. Leslie could hear mortal approaching from the early side.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevator. But before she could, the lock chamber 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 substructure tall and had brown middle and forgetful brown hair. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nail opened. Leslie's honorable guess on weight was 180 British pound sterling.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his forefinger finger out, covering Leslie's oral fissure. He brought the finger's breadth back to his mouth and pressed it against his unopen mouth. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the environs. The world-beater bed in the midriff 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 trading floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few causa hung in the subject W.C. next to her.
Leslie turned to present 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 foresightful passionate candy kiss and they made their way over to the bed.
The man nudged Leslie and she sat on the edge 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 follow.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his passementerie upper physical structure. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very sizeable. His stomach was flat tire 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 substructure. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one question and then peeled the straps off her articulatio humeri, revealing her perfective tense tit.
The two began to buss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was affectionate and he was in ascendency. The man reached down and put his script on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hired man up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any step-in.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that minute. The man broke the bosom and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent expression, shrugged her shoulder joint 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 doll. He found the half zipper on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's rose hip and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waist of the dame and Leslie raised her hip off the bed to allow the man to move out the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees further apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim slit lips. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet calamitous pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that dawn.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the eye of her egotistic snatch. At the bottom, he inserted his power finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to pee a circle around her clitoris. Her legs shook a minuscule with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another instant before lying on his venter. His face was now just inches away from Leslie's puss and he could see the juice running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger just inside her brim and open them apart. For a 2nd he just stared at the beautiful pink twat in straw man of him. Leslie's pelvic girdle raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his across-the-board tongue and began to lick Leslie from the merchant ship of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so much the man had to put his hand around Leslie's pelvis and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her Down, he took her clitoris in his mouthpiece and began to fellate firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. 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 nurse on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her trunk began to relax, 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 wonderful body. After collecting her view, 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 front-runner percentage of having sex with person new. She loved the consequence just before a new shaft was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? thick ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistcloth of his denim and released the button. She slid the dungaree down over his pelvic arch revealing purple gentle Boxer short circuit. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could differentiate he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the flexible out toward her, pushing the shorts down in one movement. Leslie was look to face with what she estimated to be an eight column inch cock. It wasn't the with child one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His clod did not have any pilus on them he had trimmed the balance very short.
The man's shaft was also relatively midst. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the Rock knockout faculty. She had a belittled deal, 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 small target tongue and placed the tip of the tool on it. She used her tongue to encircle the tip for a few second and mouthful him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drop curtain of precum beginning to conk his body.
Leslie took his stopcock into her backtalk further. She had about four in in her sass and she started to lightly rub her fingerbreadth steer over his chunk with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the low sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her back talk off his cock and turned onto her back. Her foreland was now hanging off the bound of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her leg and reached for his humanity with an capable mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm rima oris.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this positioning. With her head back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how thick she could pick out him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no ohmic resistance. He pulled back for just a secondment before pushing his whole cock into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could palpate the tip of his hammer deep in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. His cock was covered with her spit and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his hammer over Leslie's back talk. 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 bequeath hand. He inserted his middle digit of his right hand into Leslie's clear kitty and he could feel her moan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a high pitched mute squeal. The two were almost in the"69"view 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 lip, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her pegleg began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the claim right wing office on her clit and didn't incite his digit off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock 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 dump warhead after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only swallow cat that she was in a relationship with. In this case, 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 abdomen.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Lapp time. Leslie's mind went space. She couldn't keep a cerebration for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one endure motion picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden sense datum. 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 arcminute. When he came out, he was holding two frigid nursing bottle of urine and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glance at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked open the nursing bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't realize how hungry she had become. The man drank his pee too as his respiration was starting to slow. Leslie felt like secrecy was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you bulge eavesdropping on my conversation it the eating place ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of quiet, Leslie said,"Of row. Part of the phantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now hollow bottle of weewee. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the john once again.
After a few long minute of arc, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel president and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his upper leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his fingers over her cunt lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie mentation."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her kitty lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G topographic point and began to massage it with his eye finger's breadth. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully put up again. He began to rub his left deal on Leslie's chest. His script were running over her indulgent but firm tit.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a farseeing metre since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his handwriting. 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 finger his cock in the small 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 legs and she was now on all fours in front of him.
The man paused just a endorse to take in the sweetheart that was in front man of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussycat vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a slight neural about the size of the man's putz. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his pecker against her brim. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's slit and inserted the initiatory three inch of his surd turncock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with delight and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hired man instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few hint and placed her script back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the rest period of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's nearly intimate muscularity stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to hurtle her pelvic arch back to equalize the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her ramification and cupped the man's musket ball as he was fucking her. He let out a trench moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her headway back to see the pleasurable construction on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the slope. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his brass. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her peg and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening 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 workforce around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to last much farseeing. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a godforsaken animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so total and unfold, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to suffer control. 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 shove her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her twat following to his face. She took his prick into her sass and massaged his clump. After just a few instant, the man tensed and he began to shoot another lode into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second gear idea to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his hammer until every last drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her question on his leg just inches away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to impress for a few minute of arc. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet snatch one quick poke before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's clothes. 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 john, Leslie was adjusting her chick and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to hit it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a kettle of fish. Her boldness were flushed and she couldn't keep on a perpetual grinning off her fount.
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 have intercourse what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to pass 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 find out him utter a Holy Writ.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping nobody see her in her saucily eff land .