Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pound sign. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to maintain the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly features. thick, shiny, fatal pilus that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lip and vauntingly blue centre that had the ability to somewhat distract passerby by from her small ass. She had one of those buttocks that seemed to hold gravity.
The week-long business slip Leslie had just begun was a welcome misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her s wedding."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the future few day, she had a change of scenery and the probability to catch up with an old champion. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per yr as a Regional sales agreement managing director for a global lease car party. One of her very intimately Friend from high schooling lived in Southern California and the two rarely missed an chance to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a swell steak mansion in the lobby. She was at the eating place bar when Jen walked in just past times 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business enterprise attire. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and orient jacket crown. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 yr old woman. Still very attractive, her middle were starting to present a few wrinkles and her rosehip had widened, slightly since the parturition of her two children. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to misplace the flight with sobriety. However, she still had very toned legs and blazonry and her natural confidence was always observable on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-colored glassful and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's cheek was already showing."Don't dedicate me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. 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 true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a normal and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her capitulum and smiled."You just can't mastery yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my panties. Maybe there's something faulty with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front man her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a immense grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not puddle me a adulteress,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a petty. thing started out great in bed with Dan. But after a piece we would do the same things and chance ourselves in the same status. It became tedious and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What hypnotism did bear 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 restaurant. Dan felt the risk 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 tough. 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 depend the number of beau you scared off over the old age because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get lay very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young air hostess approached the two adult female."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine methamphetamine.
"Please espouse me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The air hostess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush cubicle and held out her bridge player. 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 draw near evacuate deoxyephedrine.
"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, family and the usual issue that come up when you get a chance to lecture with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two woman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to presume each other to do thing ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ give a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to experience sex with three different hombre within 24 hour,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that thirdly 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 get destination, right ? You need to hold back pushing the terminus ad quem. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the demarcation line for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the world-class boozing of her fourth glass of wine-colored.
After a consequence of awkward silence, Jen began to talk."So, what's the fantasy 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 years. I have two shaver. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great supporter for rearranging your agenda 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 epithet. I leave without knowing what his spokesperson audio like. Our only communication is with body language and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm 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 contact with a guy and have him learn my mind."Leslie said realizing how unmanageable this phantasy might be to execute. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her versatile fancy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the days, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Admiralty mile heights Club. Check. Two men at once. suss out. She had even had sex while aqualung dive. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her full booster, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did want this ambition to get along true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, ripe. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the hold out remaining crumbs of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a small lost in opinion there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a piece of work out tonight."
Jen shook her brain."When I get abode, I'm sure there will be a slide down full of dirty dishes. I hope you savour your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their poster."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to meet up again. Let me bang 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 note on top of the eyeshade."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not admit the say,"the host said.
Leslie looked down and read the note. Her center 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 supporter. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the stall behind you. I heard your fantasy. elbow room 1275 tonight if you want to gain 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 slight creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so sleep with,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that feel. You can act all destitute and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your genius out."
"Do you think back what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying aid to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you bang how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her mind."Just be prophylactic and I want details tomorrow."
The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and judge to figure out the correct tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll physical body out what to do."She wrote her elbow room phone number on the check and headed out of the eating house, not indisputable of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her doll to debunk the minuscule darkness green trigon of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the integral face expanse was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to be intimate him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearing step-in ?"
After quickly brushing her tooth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a abstruse breath. She hung her jacket in the loo and headed out of her room wearing the Same black annulus, white blouse, and lightlessness sheer thigh high up stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"push button. When the elevator car arrived she was grateful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push button. Coming from the 4th base, the ride seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th flooring, there was a"ding"and the door opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a posting on the bulwark in strawman 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 meat was pounding so intemperate she could learn it in her breast. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in social movement of a room access 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 number true. Get it together."
She raised her hired man, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm smash in the eye of the door. Leslie could hear soul approaching from the other position.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's repulsive ?"For a mo she thought about running back toward the elevator. But before she could, the lock released and the threshold 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 short John Brown pilus. The man was wearing blue jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nail out-of-doors. Leslie's estimable dead reckoning 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 finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his conclude sass. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to hail into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the elbow room pickings in the surroundings. The Rex 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 suit of clothes hung in the capable W.C. next 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 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 follow.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his trim upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very intelligent. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any fuzz on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her infantry. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the strap off her shoulder joint, revealing her perfect tense tit.
The two began to kiss 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 helping hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his bridge player 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 brow at her. She gave an guiltless look, shrugged her articulatio humeri 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 for her skirt. He found the half zip fastener on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's rose hip and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waist of the chick and Leslie raised her articulatio coxae off the bed to let the man to take out the habiliment. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees boost apart. The man started down at Leslie's svelte puss lip. She had a small trilateral shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's internal lips protruded, slightly, and the whole field was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the midsection of her swollen twat. At the fanny, he inserted his index finger's breadth and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to cook a dress circle around her clit. Her legs shook a little with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clitoris for another second before lying on his belly. His nerve was now just edge away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index digit just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a s he just stared at the beautiful pink incision in straw man of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his full tongue and began to work Leslie from the rear of her puss to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his lip worked her over. She started to wrestle so a good deal the man had to put his script around Leslie's hips and labour her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her Down, he took her clit in his oral fissure and began to suckle firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light source resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented spit. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her unanimous body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the hefty coming.
As her organic structure began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. 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 face 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 wonderful trunk. After collecting her thoughts, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's favorite contribution of having sex with somebody new. She loved the second just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her tummy looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the clit. She slid the denim down over his hip joint revealing majestic dreary bagger shorts. His shaft was already pushing the material out and Leslie could enjoin he was not small.
She hooked her fingerbreadth around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the pugilist down in one movement. Leslie was expression to present with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the cock-a-hoop one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not have any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively thickset. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock candy hard faculty. She had a small-scale hand, but the tip of her quarter round could barley touch the tip of her index finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her minor pointed tongue and placed the tip of the rooster on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few seconds and discernment him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drib of precum beginning to decease his eubstance.
Leslie took his putz into her lip further. She had about four inches in her oral fissure and she started to lightly rub her finger hint over his orb with her free hired hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the maiden audio she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her lip off his cock and turned onto her back. Her read/write head 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 mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most stopcock in this berth. With her school principal back, her pharynx was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no electric resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole dick into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could experience the tip of his peter trench in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a cryptic breathing place. 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 left hand. He inserted his center finger of his right paw into Leslie's open pussy and he could feel her moan around him with her wide-cut mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"perspective 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 sexual climax had quickly built inside her. Her branch began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the demand compensate spot on her clit and didn't move his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the turncock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a lot for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after cargo of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a degree, over the years, to only immerse bozo that she was in a human relationship with. In this cause, 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 belly.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same clock time. Leslie's mind went space. She couldn't keep a persuasion for more than a arcsecond.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her oral fissure and gave her clit one last flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her header was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the lavatory for just a second. 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 glance at his now only semi-hard turncock.
She cracked assailable the bottle and began to imbibe quickly. She didn't substantiate how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like muteness 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 indorsement of silence, Leslie said,"Of path. Part of the fantasy is to not get word 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 lav once again.
After a few long moment, he emerged with a towel in his hired man. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to make out join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his upper 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 brim. She reached down and grabbed his shaft which was starting to present signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her kitty-cat lips with two fingerbreadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to knead it with his midsection finger. As Leslie let out a soft groan, the man was almost fully rear again. He began to rub his odd hand on Leslie's chest of drawers. His hands were running over her soft but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to jet juices again. It had been a recollective meter 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 base. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the small of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his hands under Leslie's blazonry and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her belly 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 tetrad in front of him.
The man paused just a endorse to take in the mantrap that was in front of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet cunt vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little queasy about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slacken at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his hammer against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth congregation and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's kitty and inserted the first three inches of his intemperate putz.
Leslie rolled her middle with joy and let out a moan. 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 breaths and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the balance of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most intimate muscular tissue stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her hips back to pit the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so thoroughly,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's ball as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her point back to see the pleasurable face on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the side of meat. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his human face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening 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 hands around her waistline. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to lowest a good deal longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild creature. She closed her eyes and concentrated on monolithic cock inside her. She felt so fully and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an climax was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to lose control. In a issue of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her tertiary 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 expression. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his testicle. After just a few indorsement, the man tensed and he began to pullulate another lode into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a endorsement thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three time this evening. She kept sucking his dick until every conclusion drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her headspring on his leg just edge away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to move for a few hour. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her angelic puss one quick 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 side by side to her and headed into the bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how exhaust 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 hold it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess. Her buttock were flushed and she couldn't proceed a perpetual smile 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 sleep together what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to spend the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the G. Stanley Hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not find out him talk a Son.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly sleep together state .