Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced tit ( a gift to herself after her first divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to keep the aging appendage at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly feature article. midst, shiny, Negroid hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, good lips and expectant blue eyes that had the ability to somewhat disorder passers by from her pocket-sized ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long byplay trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her bit marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the succeeding few daylight, she had a change of scenery and the chance to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per twelvemonth as a Regional sales event film director for a planetary rental car company. One of her very near friends from senior high school lived in Southern Calif. and the two rarely missed an opportunity to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a gravid steak house in the hall. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in commercial enterprise dress. Black skirts that ended just above the human knee and tailored crown. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypal 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her middle were starting to read a few wrinkle and her rosehip had widened, slightly since the birth of her two small fry. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight of steps with solemnity. However, she still had very toned pegleg and munition and her innate self-confidence was always manifest on her face.
The two womanhood hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barman's attention, pointing to her wine Methedrine and then to Jen.
The spirit of ruth on Jen's face was already showing."Don't give me that flavor,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. Really. This wedding didn't oeuvre either and I'm at serenity with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my fracture,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a rule 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 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 awry with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the meth in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not have me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a trivial. Things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a spell we would do the same affair and discover ourselves in the like positions. It became bore and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did let 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 weird to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a can at a eating place. Dan felt the peril of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one nighttime but he couldn't get heavily. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to sustain a action sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the number of swain you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get put down very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just need a lilliputian variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm favorable if Jake and I get to make sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Pres Young hostess approached the two womanhood."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please espouse 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 require two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her nigh empty meth.
"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 friends, family and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two cleaning lady were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each early to do matter ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to endorse down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without pantie'or ‘ give a guy a blast job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more appropriate than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to stimulate sex with three different guy rope within 24 hr,"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 fancy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"wellspring sure,"Leslie started."You always have to stimulate goal, right ? You need to hold open pushing the limits. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the terminal point for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first base drink of her fourthly glass of wine.
After a minute of embarrassing silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the illusion you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 yr. I have two minor. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend grin."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 describe her fancy 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 parole 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 vocalisation sounds like. Our only communication is with torso speech and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a course A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm certainly it's been done."
"So how are you going to fulfill this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure enough. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him show 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 several phantasy almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fancy she had. Mile High nightspot. Check. Two men at once. mark. She had even had sex while scuba dive. It was a bit clumsy, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her illusion to her best friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did want this pipe dream to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her admirer's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the finally stay on so-and-so of her cultivated carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a footling lost in sentiment there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."fountainhead, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her heading."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full of muddy smasher. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasm,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to bring their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm sword lily we got to converge up again. Let me recognize the adjacent prison term 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 throwaway."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not permit the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the government note. Her heart widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to allow for their table and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the deal written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. room 1275 tonight if you want to make it hap. I'm only here for one night."
Both woman 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 look. You can act all devoid and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy have it away your Einstein out."
"Do you think what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying tending to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you do it how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her head."Just be prophylactic and I want details tomorrow."
The char hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eatery. Leslie sat back down and adjudicate to figure out the right tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the beak first. Then I'll digit out what to do."She wrote her room turn on the verification and headed out of the eating place, not indisputable of what she was going to do next.
Once in her elbow room, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the small dark greenish Triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire presence country 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 hairsbreadth, Leslie took a mysterious breathing spell. She hung her crown in the water closet and headed out of her room wearing the same pitch-black dame, white blouse, and bootleg sheer thigh high up 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 discharge. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the drive seemed to take quite a foresightful time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which centering she needed to go to bump 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 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 hard she could learn it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming debile. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fancy about to fare true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two house knocks in the midsection of the door. Leslie could hear someone approaching from the former side.
"What is this guy going to depend like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's outrageous ?"For a instant she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the lock released and the door swung afford.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet tall and had brown center and curtly brown hair. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nail give. Leslie's best guess on free weight was 180 hammering.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his indicator finger out, covering Leslie's sass. He brought the finger's breadth back to his lip and pressed it against his close lip. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to make out into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the surroundings. The male monarch 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 bag on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few causa hung in the open W.C. side by side to her.
Leslie turned to look the man behind her. As soon as she did, he grabbed her around the shank and drew her finisher to him. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The two embraced in a longsighted passionate kiss and they made their way over to the bed.
The man nudged Leslie and she sat on the sharpness of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt as she watched in expectancy 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 trim upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional person athlete, but he looked very salubrious. His tum was flat and he didn't have any haircloth on his chest of drawers.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his manus and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motility and then peeled the shoulder strap off her shoulders, revealing her stark titty.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his bridge player up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent look, 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 field for her skirt. He found the half zipper on the rachis 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 pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the chick and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to allow the man to polish off the clothing. He knelt between her ramification and pushed her genu far apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy mouth. She had a small Triangulum shaved into her jet lightlessness pubic hair's-breadth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's privileged lips protruded, slightly, and the whole 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 bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a band around her clit. Her legs shook a slight with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His face was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index fingerbreadth just inside her mouth and circularise them apart. For a secondment he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front of him. Leslie's pelvic girdle raised in expectancy.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad spit and began to lick Leslie from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so often the man had to put his mitt around Leslie's pelvic arch and drive her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her Down, he took her clit in his sass and began to suckle firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light resistor of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clitoris and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her unharmed body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's succus 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 succeeding to her, looking down at her wonderful body. After collecting her intellection, 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 mortal new. She loved the moment just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he hold on himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his blue jean and released the button. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing majestic risque boxer shortstop. His pecker was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her finger's breadth around the girdle and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one gesture. Leslie was face to confront with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His egg did not have got any hair on them he had trimmed the residue very short.
The man's cock was also relatively duncical. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock hard staff. She had a small hand, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her index number fingerbreadth has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small pointed knife and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few second and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few fall of precum beginning to exit his dead body.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four in in her lip and she started to lightly rub her finger bakshis over his chunk with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the commencement speech sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her sass off his cock and turned onto her back. Her capitulum 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 open mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouthpiece.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat near cocks in this position. With her psyche back, her throat was open 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 second before pushing his whole cock into Leslie's mouthpiece. He held her psyche and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could find the tip of his cock trench in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a inscrutable 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 cock over Leslie's rima oris. 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 finger of his right hired man into Leslie's candid pussy and he could feel her moan around him with her full phase of the moon mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"military position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie opinion."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her sass, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her stage began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact compensate spot on her clit and didn't be active 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 read. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a dot, over the age, to only swallow guys that she was in a relationship with. In this example, 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 meter. Leslie's thinker went blank shell. She couldn't keep a thought for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clitoris one last picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden esthesis. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her school principal 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 bottles of water 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 overt the bottle and began to pledge quickly. She didn't actualize how hungry she had become. The man drank his urine too as his external respiration was starting to slacken. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you bug out eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Leslie said,"Of class. Part of the fantasy is to not listen you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of urine. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the privy once again.
After a few recollective arcminute, he emerged with a towel in his manus. He man placed it across one of the hotel hot seat and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to add up 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's breadth over her snatch sassing. She reached down and grabbed his pecker which was starting to demonstrate house of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie persuasion."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy backtalk with two fingerbreadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his middle finger. As Leslie let out a soft groan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his go away hand on Leslie's chest of drawers. His hands were running over her soft but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush succus again. It had been a long time 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 base. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his putz in the small of her spinal column.
When they got to the bed, the man put his paw under Leslie's subdivision and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her tum after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her peg and she was now on all fours in front of him.
The man paused just a sec to take in the beauty that was in strawman of him. Leslie had such a humble ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a minuscule nervous about the size of the man's peter. She turned around and said,"Go slack at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the politic folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the showtime three inches of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her optic with pleasure and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's manus instinctively reached back to terminate 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 sleep of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's virtually informal sinew stretched to oblige him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his putz glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her rose hip back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of cristal.
Leslie reached between her legs 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 head back to see the pleasurable reflection on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the incline. He lay down on the bed on his binding. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her branch 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 hip down into her new devotee and he placed his hands around her shank. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to last much longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild fauna. She closed her heart and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an climax was building inside Leslie. The feeling were coming so quickly and she started to lose control. In a thing of instant, 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 throw her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy side by side to his face. She took his hammer into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few moment, the man tensed and he began to dart another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a 2d thought to swallowing him. He tasted so respectable and had gotten her off three times this eve. She kept sucking his cock until every last drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her straits on his leg just inch away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweetness pussy one fast slug before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's dress. He set them on the bed side by side to her and headed into the bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how fatigued she actually was.
When the man came out of the bathroom, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it expect like she had not just been fucked. Her hair's-breadth was a mess. Her impudence were flushed and she couldn't go on a eonian smiling off her brass.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the room access 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 vestibule, 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 room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly lie with res publica .