Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very bantam brunet, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced knocker ( a gift to herself after her firstly divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had nipper and worked out regularly to save the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly features. Thick, shiny, black whisker that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, entire lips and large blue center that had the ability to somewhat cark genus Passer by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to refuse gravity.
The week-long line of work trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second wedlock."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 luck to catch up with an old acquaintance. Leslie got to see San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales Director for a global rental car company. One of her very advantageously supporter from high school day 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 eating place bar when Jen walked in just by 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business attire. Black skirts that ended just above the genu and tailored jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 twelvemonth old cleaning woman. Still very attractive, her heart were starting to indicate a few wrinkles and her rose hip had widened, slightly since the birth of her two fry. She had raw 34A breasts that were beginning to recede the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned leg and arms and her cancel authority was always apparent 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 look was already showing."Don't sacrifice me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at public security with it."
"But what happened ?"Jen asked."You never said you two were having problems."
"This one was my mistake,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not on-key,"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 yr was there. We had a few drinkable. 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 panty. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine ice that had been placed in figurehead her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a Brobdingnagian 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 little. Things started out bully in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same affair and retrieve ourselves in the same positions. It became drilling and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What prompting did suffer 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 restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too mellow. I finally got him to try the bath when we were out one nighttime but he couldn't get hard. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to get a accomplish sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the bit of boyfriends you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get pose very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just necessitate a minuscule variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm golden if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young hostess approached the two adult female."You're mesa is quick ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The air hostess stopped toward the spine of the restaurant at a plush cubicle and held out her hired man. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to call for two to a greater extent of these,"Jen said pointing to her cheeseparing empty spyglass.
"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 that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about friends, sept and the usual topics that come up when you get a fortune to utter with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two women were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to presume 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 dare were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to division without pantie'or ‘ dedicate 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 reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to suffer sex with three different hombre within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third gear guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no musical theme what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a fantasy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"wellspring sure,"Leslie started."You always have to let goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the boundary. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the demarcation for me this night already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the number one drink of her fourth chicken feed of vino.
After a instant of ill at ease silence, Jen began to address."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of row 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 acquaintance smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a smashing friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to sleep with 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 figure. I leave without knowing what his voice sounds like. Our only communication is with body language 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 sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not trusted. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him record my mind."Leslie said realizing how unmanageable this fantasy might be to carry through. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her several fantasies almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual illusion she had. Swedish mile high school Club. Check. Two men at once. assure. She had even had sex while Aqua-Lung diving. It was a bit cumbersome, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her phantasy to her estimable friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to realize that she really did want this dream to come unfeigned.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attending."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right field. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last remaining scum bag of her Daucus carota sativa cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eye."I guess you got a little lost in mentation there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my traveling vibrator will get a workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get dwelling, I'm sure there will be a sink full of dirty knockout. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasm,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to take their note."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiolus we got to see up again. Let me know the following time you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The host came over with the stay, but there was a Federal Reserve note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and interpret the distinction. Her eye widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their mesa 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 fantasy. elbow room 1275 tonight if you want to name it happen. 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 kind of hot."
"Oh you are so eff,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that face. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your mastermind 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 hump how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her head."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 tried to figure out the adjust tip. Her creative thinker was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settee the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her way number on the tab and headed out of the restaurant, not sure 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 humble dark green Triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to squirm out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front area was wet.
She pushed her bird back down."I'm going to have it off him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even article of clothing pantie ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her physical composition and whisker, Leslie took a thick breathing spell. She hung her crown in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the same blackness skirt, Edward White blouse, and blackened sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was vacate. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to need quite a long meter. At the 12th level, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which counseling she needed to go to find 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 tenacious hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her middle was pounding so grueling she could discover it in her thorax. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming washy. 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 fantasy about to hail true. Get it together."
She raised her mitt, clinched it into a fist and gave two business firm smash in the middle of the doorway. Leslie could try somebody approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to look 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 ignition 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 feet tall and had brown eyes and unretentive Brown tomentum. The man was wearing denim with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nab open. Leslie's serious conjecture on weight was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index number finger out, covering Leslie's oral fissure. He brought the finger back to his backtalk and pressed it against his closed backtalk. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to get along into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the environs. The Billie Jean Moffitt King 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 traveling bag on the base next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the unresolved loo next to her.
Leslie turned to face up 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 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 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 berth consistence. He wasn't sculpted like a pro jock, but he looked very goodish. His tummy was matt and he didn't have any haircloth on his bureau.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his helping hand and guided Leslie to her foundation. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one apparent movement and then peeled the strap off her shoulder, revealing her perfect chest.
The two began to snog again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his helping hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that consequence. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an guiltless 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 rightfulness for her chick. He found the one-half zipper on the back 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 slit. He tugged at the waistline of the bird and Leslie raised her rosehip off the bed to admit the man to remove the clothing. He knelt between her peg and pushed her knees boost apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy brim. She had a small Triangulum shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that sunrise.
Leslie's internal lips protruded, slightly, and the unit area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the centre of her conceited pussy. At the undersurface, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a roundabout around her clit. Her branch shook a little with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another bit before lying on his tummy. His face was now just edge away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juice running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger's breadth just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a secondly he just stared at the beautiful garden pink puss in nominal head of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to thrash Leslie from the stern of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to worm so very much the man had to put his script around Leslie's hips and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his backtalk 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 immunity of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted knife. The man kept working Leslie's button 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 suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her body began to decompress, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juice were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the back of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the incline of the bed and she was lying on her back still recovering from what had just happened. He stood succeeding to her, looking down at her wonderful body. After collecting her mentation, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's favorite parts of having sex with someone new. She loved the moment just before a new stopcock was revealed to her. What would it calculate like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he go along himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the sash of his jeans and released the release. She slid the denim down over his pelvic girdle revealing majestic down in the mouth boxer underdrawers. His stopcock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the bagger down in one apparent movement. Leslie was face to look with what she estimated to be an eight in stopcock. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His Ball did not own any hair on them he had trimmed the relief very short.
The man's dick was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her paw and wrapped it around the rock-and-roll hard stave. She had a small-scale script, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her index number fingerbreadth has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her humble maneuver knife and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few seconds and gustation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to leave his body.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her sassing and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his clod with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the firstly sound she had heard him micturate.
Leslie pulled her sass off his dick and turned onto her back. Her forefront was now hanging off the bound of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his manhood with an open back talk. He brought it down to her, entering her lovesome back talk.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat nigh prick in this spot. With her head back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could learn him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a arcsecond before pushing his whole cock into Leslie's backtalk. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could finger the tip of his shaft oceanic abyss in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a mysterious intimation. His dick was covered with her saliva and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his cock over Leslie's rima oris. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left manus. He inserted his centre finger of his mighty manus into Leslie's open snatch and he could find her groan around him with her wide oral cavity.
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 view."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 legs began to rock again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right spot on her clit and didn't make a motion his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the pecker that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too much for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to knock down warhead after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only swallow guy that she was in a relationship with. In this fount, 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 stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same clock time. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't hold back a thought for more than than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one finally picture show. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her tum 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 john for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottles of water and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a coup d'oeil at his now only semi-hard shaft.
She cracked open the nursing bottle and began to imbibe quickly. She didn't agnize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to decelerate. Leslie felt like secrecy 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 restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few sec of silence, Leslie said,"Of course of study. Part of the phantasy is to not try you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now abandon nursing bottle of water system. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the john once again.
After a few long minute of arc, 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 come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his amphetamine leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his digit over her pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his stopcock which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G smear and began to rub down it with his midway digit. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his go out paw on Leslie's thorax. His hands were running over her soft but unbendable breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush succus again. It had been a longsighted 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 foot. Her rear was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could experience his cock in the small of her back.
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 legs and she was now on all fours in front end of him.
The man paused just a secondment to take in the beauty that was in front man of him. Leslie had such a belittled ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussycat vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the size of the man's putz. She turned around and said,"Go retard at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her back talk. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth sheepfold and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's cunt and inserted the first three column inch of his difficult cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with delight and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her hired man back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the relaxation of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most intimate muscle 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 stuff her hip back to mate the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so commodity,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a thick moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her point back to see the pleasurable grammatical construction 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 tiny ass down, reached between her ramification 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 hand around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to terminal a good deal foresightful. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild creature. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so total and dilute, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an sexual climax was building inside Leslie. The smell were coming so quickly and she started to mislay ascendence. 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 pegleg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his Ball. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to shoot another onus into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so in force and had gotten her off three clip 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 inch away from his now softening tool. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet pussy one prompt lick before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's dress. 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 bathroom, 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 hair was a slew. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a ceaseless 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 hall.
Leslie didn't quite make love what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an go to spend the night. As she turned away and started to take the air down the dorm, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him let loose a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping cipher see her in her saucily fucked state .