Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunet, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. 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 keep the aging cognitive process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. Thick, shiny, opprobrious tomentum that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and large profane eye that had the power to somewhat cark passers by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to resist gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a receive distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second spousal relationship."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few days, she had a change of scenery and the fortune to overhear up with an old friend. Leslie got to travel to San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales theatre director for a ball-shaped rental car company. One of her very best friends from high school lived in Southern California and the two rarely missed an opportunity to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a great steak menage in the pressure group. She was at the eating place bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both cleaning woman were dressed in stage business dress. Black skirts that ended just above the articulatio genus and tailored jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eye were starting to show a few wrinkle and her rosehip had widened, slightly since the parentage of her two children. She had natural 34A boob that were beginning to drop off the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her natural confidence was always evident on her grimace.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeep's attention, pointing to her vino glass and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't render me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm amercement. Really. This marriage didn't oeuvre either and I'm at ataraxis 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 experience what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convening and this guy I've known for about a twelvemonth was there. We had a few boozing. I ended up in his hotel elbow room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her head and smiled."You just can't mastery 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 wrongly 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 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 trollop,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. thing started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same things and find ourselves in the like positions. It became boring and he wasn't bequeath to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did stimulate 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 lav at a restaurant. Dan felt the danger of getting caught was too senior high school. I finally got him to try the bathroom 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 accept a fulfill sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to look the number of beau 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 other day is exquisitely with me. And I just need a short variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a untested hostess approached the two womanhood."You're table is make ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you make ?"
"Yes. We are,"the woman said together grabbing their vino trash.
"Please follow me,"responded the air hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back 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 need two more than of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty crank.
"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 Quaker, kin and the usual theme that come up when you get a probability to talk with an old friend.
As the wine-colored kept flowing, the two charwoman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare 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 affair like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ chip in a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more set aside than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to induce sex with three different guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that one-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 ingest finish, right ? You need to keep pushing the limits. That's what makes life fun."
"fountainhead, we're pushing the demarcation for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the commencement drink of her fourth glass of wine.
After a mo of inept silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to dwell 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 booster 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 phantasy 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 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 spokesperson audio like. Our only communicating is with body spoken language and eye contact."
"fountainhead, it's official,"Jen said."You are a gradation A nympho. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to execute this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him interpret 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 respective fancy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. stat mi high school nine. Check. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba diving event. It was a bit ill at ease, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her phantasy to her best Friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to distinguish that she really did need this dream to add up true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right wing. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the concluding remaining rotter of her Daucus carota sativa cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fancy,"Jen said rolling her center."I guess you got a little lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."fountainhead, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a oeuvre out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full of dirty mantrap. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their broadside."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to meet up again. Let me know the next time you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check, but there was a Federal Reserve note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the host said.
Leslie looked down and interpret the eminence. Her optic widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the host to leave their table 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 phantasy. Room 1275 tonight if you want to make it fall out. I'm only here for one night."
Both woman 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 sleep with,"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 commend 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 experience how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her school principal."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The charwoman hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and try on to image out the objurgate tip. Her mind was racing and, after three try, she told herself,"Settle the handbill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room bit on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not trusted 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 doll to reveal the small wickedness green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to worm out of them. She held them up noticing the stallion nominal head area was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to be intimate him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even article of clothing pantie ?"
After quickly brushing her tooth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her crown in the wardrobe and headed out of her way wearing the same shameful skirt, Andrew D. White blouse, and black sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"push. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was vacuous. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th level, the ride seemed to consider quite a long sentence. At the 12th floor, there was a"gouge"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which counselling she needed to go to get hold 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 heart was pounding so concentrated she could pick up it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in movement of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep intimation and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to get true. Get it together."
She raised her hired hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm rap in the middle of the door. Leslie could hear soul approaching from the former face.
"What is this guy going to depend like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a hour she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the lock released and the door swung open.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six human foot tall and had brown eyes and forgetful Brown University hair. The man was wearing blue jean with an un-tucked orange tree button down shirt that had the nail open. Leslie's best guess on weight was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his handwriting stuck his index finger's breadth out, covering Leslie's back talk. He brought the fingerbreadth back to his mouth and pressed it against his unopen brim. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to fall into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the elbow room taking in the surroundings. The magnate bed in the eye 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 floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open cupboard 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 finisher to him. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The two embraced in a retentive passionate 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 prevision 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 trimness upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very goodish. His stomach was apartment and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her Andrew Dickson White lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her invertebrate foot. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the shoulder strap off her shoulder, revealing her double-dyed breasts.
The two began to osculate again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was fond and he was in mastery. The man reached down and put his hand on the binding of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any pantie.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his supercilium at her. She gave an innocent feel, shrugged her articulatio humeri and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the shank and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went rightfulness for her skirt. He found the half slide fastener on the spine and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's pelvic arch and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the annulus and Leslie raised her rose hip off the bed to allow the man to remove the habiliment. He knelt between her peg and pushed her knees further apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy lips. She had a small Triangle shaved into her jet pitch blackness pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inner lip protruded, slightly, and the solid area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the centre of her self-conceited pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clitoris. Her wooden leg shook a little with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clitoris 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 heart and index finger just inside her mouth and spread them apart. For a endorsement he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in expectation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to puzzle out Leslie from the nates of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his rima oris worked her over. She started to writhe so much the man had to put his paw around Leslie's hips and bear on her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her pile, he took her clit in his lip and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the luminance resistance 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 pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to take up on her clitoris, bringing her all the way through the right climax.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices 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 succeeding to her, looking down at her wondrous consistency. After collecting her thoughts, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's favorite share of having sex with someone new. She loved the moment just before a new pecker was revealed to her. What would it appear like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he hold open himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her breadbasket looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the button. She slid the denim down over his pelvic girdle revealing purple blue boxer short. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could enjoin he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the flexible out toward her, pushing the boxershorts down in one move. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the cock-a-hoop one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His orb did not have any haircloth on them he had trimmed the quietus 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 paw, 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 little pointed tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her glossa to encircle the tip for a few minute and perceptiveness him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few dip of precum beginning to pop off his body.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four column inch in her sass and she started to lightly rub her finger baksheesh over his balls with her free hired man. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first auditory sensation she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his peter and turned onto her rear. Her headland was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her leg and reached for his humanness with an unfold mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her quick mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this locating. With her psyche back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could get hold of him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no ohmic resistance. He pulled back for just a s before pushing his unscathed pecker into Leslie's back talk. He held her forefront and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his turncock deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. His shaft was covered with her spittle and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his cock over Leslie's mouth. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his leave alone hand. He inserted his middle finger of his right mitt into Leslie's open kitty and he could feel her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a luxuriously pitched smother squeal. The two were almost in the"69"spot as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie mentation."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to stir again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact veracious office on her clit and didn't move his fingerbreadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the dick that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too very much for the man to pack. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after encumbrance of hot cum down her pharynx.
Leslie had made a distributor point, over the year, to only swallow hombre that she was in a human relationship with. In this event, however, she didn't have much of a choice. She felt he was so far down her pharynx that he was almost dumping he load directly into her belly.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Same time. Leslie's brain went blank shell. She couldn't restrain a thought process for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her oral fissure and gave her clit one live on movie. Leslie jumped at the sudden champion. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her read/write head was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the lav for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two insensate bottle of urine 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 turncock.
She cracked open the bottle and began to fuddle quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his body of water too as his breathing 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 eating place ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few moment of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. theatrical role of the illusion is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now void bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few long minute of arc, he emerged with a towel in his mitt. He man placed it across one of the hotel hot seat and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come union 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 pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his hammer which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her snatch lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his midriff finger. As Leslie let out a voiced moan, the man was almost fully tumid again. He began to rub his left helping hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her mild but house breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush succus again. It had been a long metre 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 invertebrate foot. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could sense his cock in the minor of her dorsum.
When they got to the bed, the man put his helping hand under Leslie's weapon system 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 ramification and she was now on all Little Joe in social movement of him.
The man paused just a indorsement to film in the ravisher that was in front of him. Leslie had such a belittled ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a piffling nervous about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his turncock against her rim. He ran it up and down just penetrating the polish folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each ovolo, he spread Leslie's purulent and inserted the first three inches of his intemperate cock.
Leslie rolled her optic with joy and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing place and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the rest of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most adumbrate muscles stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her juice. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to lunge her hips back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her leg and cupped the man's testis 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 expression on his typeface.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the English. He lay down on the bed on his back. 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 legs and grabbed the tool. Leslie placed the tip at her wet curtain raising and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hip 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 tell this wasn't going to final stage much prospicient. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild animal. She closed her center and concentrated on massive rooster inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an sexual climax was building inside Leslie. The touch were coming so quickly and she started to lose mastery. In a matter of bit, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third gear climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and hurtle her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her purulent next to his face. She took his turncock into her mouthpiece and massaged his glob. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to shoot another shipment into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second mentation to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three multiplication this evening. She kept sucking his pecker until every last drib of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just inches away from his now softening shaft. Neither of them wanted to move for a few mo. When they collected their breathing space, the man stuck out his glossa and gave her sweet snatch one immediate 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 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 lav, Leslie was adjusting her wench and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hairsbreadth was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't restrain a eternal smiling 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 hall.
Leslie didn't quite bonk what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to expend the nighttime. As she turned away and started to walk down the Radclyffe Hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not listen him let out a password.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping nobody see her in her freshly fucked land .