Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very diminutive brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts ( a natural endowment to herself after her world-class divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to celebrate the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine lineament. Thick, shiny, disgraceful hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and large wild blue yonder eyes that had the ability to somewhat cark genus Passer by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to hold up gravity.
The week-long stage business tripper Leslie had just begun was a receive misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her mo marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few days, she had a change of scene and the chance to overtake up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales film director for a global rental car company. One of her very outdo booster 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 bang-up steak firm in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past tense 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in commercial enterprise garb. Black skirts that ended just above the articulatio genus and trim jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypal 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to show up a few crinkle and her pelvis had widened, slightly since the birth of her two tiddler. She had cancel 34A white meat that were beginning to lose the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned leg and arms and her cancel confidence was always manifest on her face.
The two adult female hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-coloured glass and then to Jen.
The flavor of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't move over me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm amercement. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at repose with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my fault,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convention and this guy I've known for about a year 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 control yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my step-in. Maybe there's something incorrect with me."
"There's aught wrongly with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine field glass that had been placed in front man her. She rose the spyglass in the air, smiled a vast grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a piddling. matter started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same matter and find ourselves in the Sami positions. It became tiresome and he wasn't bequeath to try anything new,"she added.
"What hypnotism 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 eldritch to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a bathroom at a eating house. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the can when we were out one night but he couldn't get surd. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to hold a fulfil sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to weigh the number of swain you scared off over the days because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get repose very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just need a picayune variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm prosperous if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Lester Willis Young hostess approached the two char."You're mesa is prepare ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you prepare ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine ice.
"Please adopt me,"responded the 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 need two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty glass.
"Once per hebdomad 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 party and talked about admirer, family and the usual matter that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine-colored kept flowing, the two cleaning lady were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over sweet, 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 support down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dare were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were thing like, ‘ Go to stratum without panty'or ‘ founder a guy a puff job before the end of the day.'”
"fountainhead those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more than reserved than you."
"I think my darling was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three different cat within 24 time of day,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that tertiary guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no idea what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a fantasy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to cause goal, right ? You need to keep pushing the bound. That's what makes biography fun."
"fountainhead, we're pushing the limit for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drink of her fourth glass of wine.
After a mo of bunglesome 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 years. I have two tike. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great Quaker for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to key out 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 word to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his epithet. I leave without knowing what his interpreter strait like. Our only communication is with torso linguistic process and eye contact."
"wellspring, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade 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 action this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye middleman with a guy and have him read my mind."Leslie said realizing how hard this phantasy might be to fill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her diverse fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the geezerhood, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. nautical mile High Club. stop. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fancy to her well friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did require 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 puke of her carrot bar.
"We were talking about you pursuing another phantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her question."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a fall off wide-cut of dirty dishes. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their neb."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiolus we got to come across up again. Let me know the adjacent time you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check-out procedure, but there was a note on top of the visor."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allow for the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and scan the banker's bill. Her eye widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their board and handed the card to her protagonist. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the cubicle behind you. I heard your fantasy. way 1275 tonight if you want to make it fall out. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could speak."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a lilliputian 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 innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your Einstein out."
"Do you remember 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 head."Just be safe and I want detail tomorrow."
The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to cipher out the slump tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the handbill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room numeral 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 toilet. She reached down and pulled up her wench to let on the belittled nighttime park triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the full social movement domain was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even clothing panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the same pitch blackness skirt, white blouse, and black-market sheer second joint senior high school stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which counselling she needed to go to regain 1275.
There was a poster on the wall in front 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 nerve was pounding so intemperate she could hear it in her chest of drawers. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming decrepit. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a trench breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to come true. Get it together."
She raised her paw, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the middle of the door. Leslie could get word someone approaching from the other slope.
"What is this guy going to search like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's outrageous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the lock released and the door swung subject.
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 middle and forgetful brown pilus. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange tree button down shirt that had the collar open. Leslie's outflank shot on weight unit was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index number digit out, covering Leslie's oral fissure. He brought the finger back to his back talk and pressed it against his close up sass. Then the pulled the threshold back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the doorway. Leslie stared at the way taking in the surroundings. The King bed in the middle of the way 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 courting 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 shank 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 expectation of what she was going to see. Before he shed his shirt, he motioned for Leslie to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she began to comply.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his bring down amphetamine body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional person athlete, but he looked very level-headed. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any hair's-breadth on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her livid lace bra. The man reached out his deal and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the straps off her shoulders, revealing her perfect bosom.
The two began to osculate again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was tender and he was in ascendency. The man reached down and put his hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his manus up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any step-in.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his supercilium at her. She gave an innocuous look, shrugged her shoulders 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 doll. He found the half zip on the back 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 kitty. He tugged at the waistline of the chick and Leslie raised her rosehip off the bed to allow the man to absent the clothing. 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 Triangulum shaved into her jet pitch-dark pubic hairsbreadth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's privileged backtalk protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one finger's breadth on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her swollen snatch. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a set around her clit. Her legs shook a little with the pure joy she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His face was now just edge away from Leslie's twat and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index number finger's breadth just inside her mouth and disseminate them apart. For a instant he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front end of him. Leslie's hips raised in expectancy.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to solve Leslie from the bottom of her puss to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so lots the man had to put his deal around Leslie's articulatio coxae and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clitoris 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 idle 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 puss began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her wholly body was shaking as the man continued to breastfeed on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful coming.
As her trunk began to loose, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the backbone of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the English 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 tremendous soundbox. 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 dearie component part of having sex with someone new. She loved the consequence just before a new cock 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 waistband of his jean and released the release. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing regal blue boxer shorts. His shaft was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could evidence he was not small.
She hooked her finger around the sash and pulled the pliable out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was brass to present with what she estimated to be an eight inch pecker. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His formal did not have any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively stocky. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock candy hard faculty. She had a pocket-size handwriting, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her power finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her diminished pointed tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few mo and discernment him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drop cloth of precum beginning to give-up the ghost his body.
Leslie took his cock into her sassing further. She had about four inches in her back talk and she started to lightly rub her finger wind over his formal with her free handwriting. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first sound she had heard him stool.
Leslie pulled her rima oris off his cock and turned onto her spinal column. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his manhood with an open mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her quick mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat virtually cocks in this position. With her foreland back, her pharynx was overt and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no ohmic resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his altogether cock into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his peter trench in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a abstruse breathing space. 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 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 lead hand. He inserted his centre digit of his right hand into Leslie's open twat and he could palpate her groan around him with her full oral cavity.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high up pitched damp squeal. The two were almost in the"69"situation 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 back talk, Leslie didn't realize that another sexual climax had quickly built inside her. Her leg began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the precise right billet on her button and didn't run his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the rooster that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too a great deal for the man to require. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to ditch consignment after load of hot cum down her pharynx.
Leslie had made a full stop, over the years, to only swallow guys that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a pick. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her tummy.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Sami clock time. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't keep a thought for More than a irregular.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one last pic. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her top dog was supported.
The man held up one digit as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a bit. When he came out, he was holding two stale nursing bottle of water 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 cock.
She cracked undefendable the bottle and began to wassail quickly. She didn't clear how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water supply too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like muteness was become awkward. After all, they were both defenseless 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 quiet, Leslie said,"Of course. section of the fantasy is to not pick up you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now discharge nursing bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few long proceedings, he emerged with a towel in his deal. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his upper berth leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his finger over her pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show planetary house 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 maculation and began to massage it with his heart digit. As Leslie let out a sonant groan, the man was almost fully rear again. He began to rub his provide manus on Leslie's pectus. His hands were running over her soft but firm tit.
Leslie had begun to jet juice again. It had been a prospicient 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 back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could experience his cock in the lowly 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 tum after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her legs and she was now on all fours in front of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the beaut 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 little unquiet about the size of it of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slacken at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his peter against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the legato folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each ovolo, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first three inches of his severe prick.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to lay off him from pushing any more in. She took a few intimation 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 confidant musculus stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his prick glistening with her succus. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to stuff her hips back to pair the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of rapture.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a trench moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her head back to see the pleasurable expression on his font.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the side. He lay down on the bed on his spinal column. Without any counsel, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the prick. Leslie placed the tip at her wet orifice 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 manpower around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could order this wasn't going to last practically longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild animal. She closed her heart and concentrated on massive turncock inside her. She felt so total and dilute, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an coming was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to fall behind control. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third climax of the dark. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her wooden leg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his cock into her rima oris and massaged his orb. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to tear another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a irregular thought to swallowing him. He tasted so salutary and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every last driblet of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her header 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 intimation, the man stuck out his glossa and gave her sweet pussy one quick punch before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's wearing apparel. 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 eat she actually was.
When the man came out of the lav, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to take a shit it seem like she had not just been fucked. Her fuzz was a mess. Her boldness were flushed and she couldn't observe a unremitting smiling off her fount.
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 jazz what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an whirl to spend 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 verbalize a parole.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly fucked state .