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 boob ( 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 open the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature article. midst, shiny, total darkness hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full phase of the moon lips and large gamy centre that had the ability to somewhat distract passer by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to resist gravity.
The week-long patronage head trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her endorsement spousal relationship."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the following 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 year as a Regional gross revenue Director for a global lease car company. One of her very best booster from high shoal 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 corking steak house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just yesteryear 8:00pm.
Both fair sex were dressed in clientele attire. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and made-to-order jackets. Jen work a knock silk scarf around her cervix.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old adult female. Still very attractive, her centre were starting to show a few wrinkles and her pelvic girdle had widened, slightly since the nascence of her two shaver. She had cancel 34A bosom that were beginning to fall back the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and weapon system and her natural sureness was always evident on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's care, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's brass was already showing."Don't give me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This spousal relationship didn't oeuvre either and I'm at heartsease with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my demerit,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"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 drunkenness. 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 scanty. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing amiss with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-colored glass that had been placed in front man her. She rose the chicken feed in the air, smiled a huge grinning and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a loose woman,"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 witness ourselves in the same office. It became deadening and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did receive 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 bathroom at a eating house. Dan felt the jeopardy 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 difficult. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to hold a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the issue 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 former day is okay with me. And I just want a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to consume sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young air hostess approached the two fair sex."You're table is set ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the womanhood said together grabbing their wine-coloured eyeglasses.
"Please play along me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the rear of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her hired man. 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 skinny empty glassful.
"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 than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner party and talked about ally, folk and the usual topics that come up when you get a hazard to talk with an old friend.
As the vino kept flowing, the two cleaning lady were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over afters, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each other to do affair ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were affair like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ throw a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"wellspring those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Sir Thomas More reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to experience sex with three unlike guy cable within 24 hr,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that 3rd guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no idea what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a phantasy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to have 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 outset drinking of her fourth glass of wine.
After a bit of ungainly secrecy, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy 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 years. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're hapless,"Leslie said to her protagonist smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a expectant friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to depict her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to fuck a guy that I have never met before. But also, he never says a Scripture 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 vocalism phone like. Our lone communicating is with dead body oral communication and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nympho. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm for sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to reach 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 read 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 assorted fantasy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the geezerhood, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fancy she had. naut mi high gear club. Check. Two men at once. control. 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 recognise that she really did need this dream to come rightful.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's care."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last remaining crumbs of her Daucus carota sativa cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in view there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travelling vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home base, I'm sure there will be a lapse wide of dingy dishes. I hope you love your orgasm…or coming,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their bill."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 host came over with the stoppage, but there was a eminence on top of the government note."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allow the say,"the waiter said.
Leslie looked down and register the note. Her heart widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to impart their table and handed the card to her ally. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. way 1275 tonight if you want to make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both women 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 trivial creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so lie with,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that expression. You can act all destitute and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy bed your brains out."
"Do you recollect 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 know how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her top dog."Just be good and I want details tomorrow."
The fair sex hugged each early once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and judge to figure out the rectify tip. Her head was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room phone number on the baulk and headed out of the eating place, not certainly 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 darkness green triangle of her silk lash. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the intact presence area was wet.
She pushed her chick back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her dentition and touching up her physical composition and hair, Leslie took a cryptic intimation. She hung her crown in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the Lapplander black wench, Andrew Dickson White blouse, and black sheer thigh in high spirits stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was void. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push. Coming from the 4th floor, the drive seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th floor, there was a"nick"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to ascertain 1275.
There was a poster on the paries in straw man of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the long hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so gruelling she could hear it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in presence 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 phantasy about to come in reliable. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two house knocks in the middle of the door. Leslie could discover someone approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a instant she thought about running back toward the elevator. But before she could, the lock released and the door swung out-of-doors.
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 short brownness hair. The man was wearing denim with an un-tucked orange tree button down shirt that had the collar assailable. Leslie's adept hypothesis on weight was 180 Lebanese pound.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his bridge player stuck his index finger's breadth out, covering Leslie's rima oris. He brought the digit back to his backtalk and pressed it against his closed lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to occur into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the elbow room taking in the environs. The tycoon bed in the centre of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a grip on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open closet following to her.
Leslie turned to face 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 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 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 trim upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any hair on his thorax.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her blank lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one apparent movement and then peeled the shoulder strap off her berm, revealing her perfect breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was tender and he was in control condition. The man reached down and put his handwriting on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hired 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 embracing and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an unacquainted look, shrugged her shoulder joint and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went right field for her dame. He found the half zipper on the spine and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's articulatio coxae and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the dame and Leslie raised her rose hip off the bed to give up the man to polish off the wear. He knelt between her legs and pushed her stifle farther apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim puss rim. She had a small-scale trigon shaved into her jet black pubic fuzz. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morn.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her swollen kitty. At the bottom, he inserted his indicator fingerbreadth and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to urinate a circle around her clit. Her legs shook a little with the pure pleasance she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clitoris for another minute before lying on his stomach. His brass was now just inches away from Leslie's pussycat and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his midsection and index number finger's breadth just inside her brim and spread them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front end of him. Leslie's hips raised in prevision.
The man was not going to rag her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to lap Leslie from the bottom of the inning of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so a good deal the man had to put his hand around Leslie's pelvis and bear on her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his rima oris and began to give suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the wanton resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to suckle on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful climax.
As her organic structure began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the dorsum 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 fantastic consistence. 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 pet parts of having sex with someone new. She loved the instant just before a new putz was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? thick ? Does he preserve himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistcloth of his jeans and released the release. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal disconsolate boxer shorts. His cock was already pushing the cloth out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the pliant out toward her, pushing the bagger down in one motion. Leslie was facial expression to present with what she estimated to be an eight inch pecker. It wasn't the self-aggrandizing one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not experience any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's shaft was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock and roll hard faculty. She had a minor 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 pocket-sized pointed tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few seconds and gustatory modality him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to conk his body.
Leslie took his stopcock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her mouthpiece and she started to lightly rub her finger tip over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the commencement sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his shaft and turned onto her back. Her head was now hanging off the sharpness of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his manhood with an unfastened oral cavity. He brought it down to her, entering her warm oral cavity.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cock in this situation. With her heading back, her pharynx was open up and accommodating.
The man soon realized how recondite she could assume him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his unharmed cock into Leslie's lip. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his cock deep in her neck opening.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. 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 pecker 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 deal. He inserted his mediate finger of his right hand into Leslie's loose pussycat and he could feel her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clitoris 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 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 pegleg began to escape from again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the precise right spot on her clit and didn't motivate his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the hammer that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too often for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only swallow guys that she was in a family 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 stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same prison term. Leslie's thinker went dummy. She couldn't keep a thought for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one last moving picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her tummy 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 lavatory for just a min. When he came out, he was holding two cold feeding bottle 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 turncock.
She cracked open the bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't realize how athirst 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 naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start eavesdropping on my conversation it the eating house ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few instant of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fantasy is to not pick up 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 bathroom once again.
After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to fall join 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 cock which was starting to exhibit signaling of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her kitty lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spotlight and began to massage it with his heart finger. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left over helping hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her soft but firm titty.
Leslie had begun to gush juice again. It had been a longsighted 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 feet. Her vertebral column was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his tool in the minor of her backbone.
When they got to the bed, the man put his manpower under Leslie's weaponry 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 quaternity in straw man of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the beauty that was in presence 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 little unquiet about the size of it of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his tool against her back talk. He ran it up and down just penetrating the politic folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each pollex, he spread Leslie's twat and inserted the outset three column inch of his hard pecker.
Leslie rolled her centre with joy and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inch. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few intimation and placed her hired hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the respite of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's nigh suggest muscles stretched to fit 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 thrust her coxa back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throe of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her stage and cupped the man's ball as he was fucking her. He let out a late groan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her head back to see the gratifying expression on his aspect.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the slope. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any steering, 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 cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet possible action and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new lover and he placed his custody around her waistline. 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 violent animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on monolithic cock inside her. She felt so full and stretch out, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to mislay control condition. In a issue of second gear, 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 cunt next to his fount. She took his tool into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second base thought to swallowing him. He tasted so sound and had gotten her off three multiplication this even. She kept sucking his cock until every shoemaker's last drib of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her brain on his leg just inches away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to run for a few minutes. When they collected their breathing time, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet pussy one promptly salt 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 toilet, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it seem like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess. Her cheek were flushed and she couldn't keep a unremitting 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 know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to spend the nighttime. 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 learn him utter a tidings.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nonentity see her in her freshly sleep together land .