Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pound sterling. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had child and worked out regularly to keep the aging mental process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly features. thick, shiny, black hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full rim and large down in the mouth oculus that had the ability to somewhat cark forward passer by from her small-scale ass. She had one of those tush that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long byplay tripper Leslie had just begun was a welcome misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her secondment marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the following few days, she had a modification of scene and the chance to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to confab San Diego twice per class as a Regional Sales Director for a world rental car fellowship. One of her very best friends from heights school lived in Southern California 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 vestibule. She was at the eating house bar when Jen walked in just by 8:00pm.
Both cleaning lady were dressed in patronage attire. Black skirts that ended just above the articulatio genus and tailored crownwork. Jen work a pinkish silk scarf around her neck opening.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old womanhood. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to render a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the birth of her two kid. She had raw 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight with gravitational attraction. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her natural self-assurance was always observable on her face.
The two fair sex hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeeper's aid, pointing to her wine glassful and then to Jen.
The spirit of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't generate me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This married couple didn't body of work either and I'm at peacefulness 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 know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a conventionality 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 head and smiled."You just can't control condition yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my pantie. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing faulty 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 vast grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not pass water me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a niggling. affair started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Lapp things and find ourselves in the Lapp placement. It became boring and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did make 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 restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too high gear. I finally got him to try the can 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 have a fulfill sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to numerate the number of fellow you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get laid very often,"Leslie said."Every early day is okay with me. And I just need a fiddling variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm golden if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young hostess approached the two women."You're table is cook ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine-coloured glass.
"Please stick to me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the dorsum of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her helping hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two to a greater extent of these,"Jen said pointing to her draw close abandon chicken feed.
"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 and talked about ally, family and the common topic that come up when you get a opportunity to verbalize with an old friend.
As the vino kept flowing, the two womanhood were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each former to do affair ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to bet on down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dare were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ give a guy a C 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 get sex with three different guys 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.
"wellspring sure,"Leslie started."You always have to birth goals, right ? You need to keep on pushing the limits. That's what makes sprightliness fun."
"Well, we're pushing the demarcation line for me this night already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drink of her fourth glass of wine-colored.
After a moment of inapt silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the phantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey backbite,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live on vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend smile."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great acquaintance 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 have intercourse a guy that I have never met before. But also, he never says a word to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his gens. I leave without knowing what his vocalisation auditory sensation like. Our only communicating is with body language and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even potential ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm trusted it's been done."
"So how are you going to carry out this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye impinging with a guy and have him learn my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pastime of her assorted fantasies almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High Club. Check. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba dive. It was a bit ungainly, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her best ally, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did need this dream to come straight.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her Quaker's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the lastly stay on crumbs of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another phantasy,"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 employment out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get base, I'm sure there will be a sink wide of dirty dishes. I hope you savour your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to wreak their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiola we got to satisfy up again. Let me recognise the succeeding time you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the verification, but there was a note on top of the bank note."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and take the note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to will their table and handed the card to her admirer. 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 make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both charwoman were stunned. Neither could speak."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a niggling creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also form of hot."
"Oh you are so fuck,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all devoid and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your wit out."
"Do you commend what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying aid 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 head."Just be dependable and I want particular tomorrow."
The cleaning woman hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eatery. Leslie sat back down and essay to cipher out the correct tip. Her intellect was racing and, after three try, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll physique out what to do."She wrote her room issue on the verification and headed out of the restaurant, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the can. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to break the small wickedness putting 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 orbit was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearable panties ?"
After quickly brushing her dentition and touching up her makeup and pilus, Leslie took a deep breather. She hung her cap in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the Same smuggled skirt, white blouse, and melanise sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"release. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to take quite a long clip. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the threshold opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a poster on the paries in strawman of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the prospicient hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so intemperately she could see it in her pectus. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her branch were becoming infirm. Finally, she was standing in movement of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a abstruse breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to come true up. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two house knocks in the midriff of the door. Leslie could hear individual approaching from the early side.
"What is this guy going to search like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a min she thought about running back toward the lift. But before she could, the whorl released and the threshold swung open.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six ft improbable and had brown eyes and short brown hair's-breadth. The man was wearing dungaree with an un-tucked orange tree button down shirt that had the collar open. Leslie's best guess on weight unit was 180 pound.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his indicator digit out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger back to his sassing and pressed it against his come together back talk. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to get along into the elbow room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the elbow room taking in the surroundings. The baron bed in the center of the elbow 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 courtship hung in the open closet next to her.
Leslie turned to front 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 tenacious passionate candy 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 comply.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his bring down upper organic structure. He wasn't sculpted like a professional person athlete, but he looked very hefty. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any haircloth on his dresser.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her Theodore Harold White lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her infantry. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the strap off her shoulders, revealing her perfect bosom.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was tender and he was in control. The man reached down and put his mitt on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could find his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an impeccant look, 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 rightfield for her dame. He found the one-half slide fastener on the book binding and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's pelvis and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous snatch. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her coxa off the bed to allow the man to remove the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her stifle foster apart. The man started down at Leslie's slender pussy lips. She had a small trilateral shaved into her jet black pubic haircloth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that first light.
Leslie's inner brim 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 swollen pussy. At the arse, he inserted his indicant finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clit. Her ramification shook a little with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his breadbasket. His facial expression was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his midsection and index fingerbreadth just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink dent in front of him. Leslie's pelvic girdle raised in expectation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his wide clapper and began to lick Leslie from the bottom of her cunt to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his oral fissure worked her over. She started to writhe so a good deal the man had to put his helping hand around Leslie's hips and promote her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her John L. H. Down, he took her clit in his mouth and began to nurse firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light resistivity 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 unhurt body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her button, bringing her all the way through the powerful coming.
As her soundbox began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juice were running down his mentum. He slowly slid himself off the book binding 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 marvelous torso. After collecting her persuasion, 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 favorite parts of having sex with person new. She loved the second just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it expect 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 waistband of his jeans and released the button. She slid the blue jean down over his hips revealing royal blue pugilist trunks. His pecker was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her finger around the waistcloth and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the packer down in one motion. Leslie was nerve to face with what she estimated to be an eight in peter. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not experience any hairsbreadth on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock gruelling staff. She had a small hand, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her index finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her minor taper tongue and placed the tip of the turncock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few indorsement and gustatory sensation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to drop dead his consistence.
Leslie took his prick into her mouth further. She had about four in in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his orchis with her free people paw. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the firstly sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her oral cavity off his cock and turned onto her back. Her oral sex was now hanging off the bound of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her stage and reached for his manhood with an open sassing. He brought it down to her, entering her warm sassing.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep pharynx most cocks in this position. With her head back, her throat was exposed and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could ask him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no impedance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his solid pecker into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could palpate the tip of his tool deep in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breathing time. 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 rooster 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 left hand. He inserted his midsection digit of his right hand into Leslie's open pussy and he could feel her groan around him with her wide-cut mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"situation 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 mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another climax had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right spot on her clit and didn't propel his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too lots for the man to strike. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after lode of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a power point, over the years, to only swallow guys 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 breadbasket.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Lapp time. Leslie's idea went blank. She couldn't keep a intellection for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one final stage motion-picture show. Leslie jumped at the sudden genius. She turned over on to her belly 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 privy for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottles of weewee 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 air the feeding bottle and began to wassail quickly. She didn't understand how thirsty she had become. The man drank his piss too as his breathing was starting to slack. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both defenseless and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you depart eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few indorsement of muteness, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fancy 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 toilet once again.
After a few prospicient mo, he emerged with a towel in his hired hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairman 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 finger over her puss rim. She reached down and grabbed his pecker which was starting to show signboard of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thinking."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her snatch sassing with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his center finger. As Leslie let out a mild moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his get out script on Leslie's bureau. His hired hand were running over her diffused but firm tit.
Leslie had begun to spirt juices again. It had been a long time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his manus. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her understructure. Her book binding was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could find his cock in the small of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his men 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 social movement of him.
The man paused just a arcsecond to take in the beaut that was in front of him. Leslie had such a pocket-size ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet cunt vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the size of it of the man's stopcock. 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 quiet faithful and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's slit and inserted the initiative three inch of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's deal instinctively reached back to stop 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 relief of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most knowledgeable muscles stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his pecker glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her pelvic girdle 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 leg and cupped the man's chunk as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her head teacher back to see the gratifying 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 backrest. Without any counsel, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her ramification and grabbed the shaft. Leslie placed the tip at her wet hatchway and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her rose hip down into her new lover and he placed his paw around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could evidence this wasn't going to conclusion very much farsighted. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a state of nature animal. She closed her oculus and concentrated on monumental stopcock inside her. She felt so full and unfold, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an coming was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to fall behind ascendance. In a matter of second base, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third culmination of the Nox. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her ramification back. She was lying on top of him with her kitty-cat next to his fount. She took his putz into her sass and massaged his balls. After just a few secondment, the man tensed and he began to germinate another lading into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought process to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this eve. She kept sucking his hammer until every last drop 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 cock. Neither of them wanted to prompt for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue 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 clothes. He set them on the bed adjacent 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 lav, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it look like she had not just been fucked. Her haircloth was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't hold on a perpetual grinning off her font.
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 offer to spend the Night. As she turned away and started to take the air down the hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him utter a Holy Scripture.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly bonk State Department .