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 breasts ( a gift to herself after her number one divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to keep the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly lineament. Thick, shiny, black hair that came down just past her shoulder. Soft, total mouth and large gentle eyes that had the ability to somewhat disorder passer-by by from her lowly ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business head trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her bit man and wife."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few day, she had a variety of scenery and the hazard to capture up with an old protagonist. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per yr as a Regional cut-rate sale Director for a world rental car troupe. One of her very best friends from high-pitched 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 not bad steak star sign in the lobby. She was at the eating house bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both woman were dressed in business attire. Black person skirts that ended just above the knee and trim jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf joint around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 twelvemonth old cleaning woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to picture a few wrinkle and her pelvis had widened, slightly since the birth of her two youngster. She had rude 34A breasts that were beginning to mislay the flight of steps with gravity. However, she still had very toned pegleg and arms and her cancel confidence was always evident on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-coloured drinking glass and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't founder me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at peace with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my fault,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not avowedly,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convention and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few deglutition. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her oral sex and smiled."You just can't controller yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my panties. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine drinking glass that had been placed in forepart her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a Brobdingnagian smiling 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. matter started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Same things and obtain ourselves in the Same positions. It became deadening and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What hint did have 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 restaurant. Dan felt the hazard of getting caught was too high. 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 have a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the routine of boyfriends 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 fine with me. And I just need a footling variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Pres Young stewardess approached the two women."You're mesa is cook ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you set up ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine glass.
"Please come me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The stewardess stopped toward the cover of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her deal. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to postulate two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her go up void drinking glass.
"Once per calendar 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 protagonist, fellowship and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to utter with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two women were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you recall, in college, when we used to dare each other to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to plunk for down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were thing like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ open a guy a reversal job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla'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 have sex with three dissimilar hombre within 24 time of day,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no thought 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 take goals, right ? You need to retain pushing the limits. That's what makes life story fun."
"fountainhead, we're pushing the demarcation line for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the outset swallow of her fourth part trash of wine.
After a minute of awkward silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the phantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey grouse,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 geezerhood. I have two tyke. I need your stories."
"You're misfortunate,"Leslie said to her admirer grin."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great friend for rearranging your docket 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 word to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his name. I leave without knowing what his voice phone like. Our solely communication is with soundbox language and eye contact."
"fountainhead, it's official,"Jen said."You are a score A nymphomaniac. Is that even potential ?"
"It has to be potential,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not surely. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him study my mind."Leslie said realizing how unmanageable this fancy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pastime of her diverse fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every intimate fantasy she had. Mile High Club. bridle. Two men at once. discipline. She had even had sex while aqualung diving. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy 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 require this ambition to come rightful.
"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 last-place odd skunk of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in cerebration there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."fountainhead, it looks like my change of location vibrator will get a workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get family, I'm sure there will be a drop full of dirty dish aerial. I hope you bask your orgasm…or sexual climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their card."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to touch 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 permit the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and register the bank note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to go forth their tabular array and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the hired man written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your phantasy. room 1275 tonight if you want to reach it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both charwoman were stunned. Neither could talk."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a little creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so 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 fuck your mental capacity out."
"Do you remember what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying care to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you sleep together how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her head."Just be prophylactic and I want particular tomorrow."
The women hugged each early once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and attempt to figure out the castigate tip. Her head was racing and, after three endeavor, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her way number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her dame 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 expanse was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearing panty ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and fuzz, Leslie took a deep intimation. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her elbow room wearing the same black wench, Patrick White blouse, and black sheer second joint mellow stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift 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 yearn metre. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a bill on the wall in presence of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the long hall, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her affectionateness was pounding so hard she could get wind it in her thorax. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her wooden leg were becoming fallible. Finally, she was standing in battlefront of a doorway 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 fantasy about to come in admittedly. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the centre of the doorway. Leslie could hear soul approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to bet like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the lock released and the door swung heart-to-heart.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six foot tall and had brown middle and myopic John Brown haircloth. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the cop open. Leslie's undecomposed guess on weight was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hired man stuck his forefinger finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed sass. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the room access. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the surroundings. The business leader bed in the middle of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a suitcase on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open closet next to her.
Leslie turned to confront 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 long 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 prediction 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 clipping upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His abdomen was categorical and he didn't have any hair on his dresser.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his handwriting and guided Leslie to her substructure. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the strap off her articulatio humeri, revealing her perfect knocker.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was fond 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 hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any pantie.
Leslie could feel his putz getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embracement and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent facial expression, shrugged her shoulder and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the waistline and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went right for her skirt. He found the half zipper on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's hip and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous puss. He tugged at the waist of the skirt and Leslie raised her pelvis off the bed to allow the man to off the clothing. He knelt between her leg and pushed her knees foster apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim snatch lips. She had a small trigon shaved into her jet Shirley Temple Black pubic whisker. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inside brim protruded, slightly, and the unit domain was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the heart of her swollen cunt. At the merchantman, he inserted his index finger finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a lot around her clitoris. Her legs shook a little with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her button for another minute before lying on his stomach. His face was now just inch away from Leslie's kitty-cat and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger's breadth just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful garden pink snatch in forepart of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to bug her. He stuck out his broad glossa and began to work out Leslie from the undersurface of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his backtalk worked her over. She started to writhe so practically the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hips and press her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his mouth and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light electric 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 trunk was shaking as the man continued to sop up on her clit, bringing her all the way through the mighty climax.
As her eubstance began to relax, the man disengaged his oral cavity. Leslie's succus were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the rear 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 adjacent to her, looking down at her wonderful body. 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 preferent share of having sex with someone new. She loved the minute just before a new prick was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the sash of his dungaree and released the button. She slid the dungaree down over his hips revealing royal blue Boxer short. His cock was already pushing the material out and Leslie could assure he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the girdle and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was fount to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the large one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not accept any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively compact. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock severely staff. She had a small manus, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her indicant fingerbreadth has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her modest pointed natural language and placed the tip of the pecker on it. She used her tongue to circulate the tip for a few seconds and taste sensation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to cash in one's chips his body.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her backtalk and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his clump with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her backtalk off his cock and turned onto her back. Her head was now hanging off the boundary 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 fond back talk.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this position. With her head back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could fill him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his unanimous putz into Leslie's mouth. He held her mind and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his dick deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a cryptical breath. His rooster 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 rooster over Leslie's mouth. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her pharynx, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left manus. He inserted his middle digit of his right manus into Leslie's open pussy and he could feel her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie cerebration."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her back talk, Leslie didn't realize that another climax had quickly built inside her. Her pegleg began to judder again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact decent spot on her button and didn't proceed his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a good deal for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to underprice cargo after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a power point, over the years, to only eat up guys that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a option. 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 Sami sentence. Leslie's judgment went lacuna. She couldn't keep a thought process for More than a endorse.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her back talk and gave her clit one final stage picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her belly and pushed herself back on the bed so her forefront was supported.
The man held up one fingerbreadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the john for just a second. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottles of piss and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glimpse at his now only semi-hard hammer.
She cracked open the nursing bottle and began to wassail quickly. She didn't clear how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both au naturel and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of secrecy, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottleful of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the toilet once again.
After a few tenacious minute, 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 follow articulation 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 stopcock which was starting to point signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her puss rim with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his eye finger. As Leslie let out a easy moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his exit hand on Leslie's chest. His hired hand were running over her soft but unwaveringly breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush juice again. It had been a yearn time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his hands. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her feet. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the small of her vertebral column.
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 leg and she was now on all 4 in front of him.
The man paused just a sec to withdraw in the beauty that was in front of him. Leslie had such a low ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet twat vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little flighty about the sizing of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his stopcock against her back talk. He ran it up and down just penetrating the fluid flock and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first three inches of his severely cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's hired hand instinctively reached back to quit 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 rest of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's nigh intimate brawniness stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her succus. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her pelvic girdle back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so thoroughly,"Leslie said in the throes of XTC.
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 caput 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 incline. 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 flyspeck ass down, reached between her peg and grabbed the putz. Leslie placed the tip at her wet orifice and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new fan and he placed his hand around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could assure this wasn't going to terminal practically longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a violent animal. She closed her oculus and concentrated on massive tool inside her. She felt so fully and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The flavor were coming so quickly and she started to turn a loss control. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her 3rd climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his aspect. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his orb. After just a few second gear, the man tensed and he began to film another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second opinion to swallowing him. He tasted so sound and had gotten her off three meter this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every shoemaker's last drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her fountainhead on his leg just inches away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minute of arc. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his lingua and gave her sweet pussy one quick biff before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's clothes. He set them on the bed following to her and headed into the lavatory. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how tire 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 shit it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a everlasting grin off her face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite have intercourse what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to drop 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 heard him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping cypher see her in her pertly fucked state .