Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to retain the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine characteristic. Thick, shiny, black whisker that came down just past her berm. Soft, full lips and large bluing centre that had the ability to somewhat distract Passer by from her pocket-size ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business head trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her secondly marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the adjacent few days, she had a change of scene and the prospect to beguile up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales music director for a global rental car company. One of her very best admirer from high schoolhouse lived in Southern Golden State and the two rarely missed an opportunity to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a great steak sign in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business garb. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and tailor-made crownwork. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypic 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eye were starting to render a few crinkle and her pelvic arch had widened, slightly since the parentage of her two youngster. She had natural 34A chest that were beginning to suffer the flight with soberness. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her natural self-assurance was always observable on her face.
The two cleaning woman hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-colored chicken feed and then to Jen.
The facial expression of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't give me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. Really. This marriage didn't work 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 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 yr was there. We had a few potable. 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 panty. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing haywire with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine methamphetamine that had been placed in front her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge grinning and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not nominate me a jade,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a trivial. Things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a patch we would do the Sami things and incur ourselves in the Saame positions. It became boring and he wasn't uncoerced to try anything new,"she added.
"What hypnotism 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 lavatory at a restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too gamey. I finally got him to try the can when we were out one Night but he couldn't get punishing. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to have a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the issue of boyfriends you scared off over the geezerhood because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get laid very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just involve a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to take in sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Lester Willis Young hostess approached the two fair sex."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the adult female said together grabbing their wine-colored glasses.
"Please follow me,"responded the air hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush John Wilkes Booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two more than of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty-bellied 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 and talked about ally, family and the common topics that come up when you get a luck to lecture with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two charwoman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over afters, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to make bold each early to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to gage down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were thing like, ‘ Go to class without pantie'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 reserve than you."
"I think my front-runner was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three different guys within 24 hour,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third gear guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no mind what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a illusion you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"Well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to have goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the limits. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the limits for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first-class honours degree drinking of her fourth field glass of wine.
After a moment of ungainly silence, Jen began to mouth."So, what's the phantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey grouse,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to hold out vicariously through me."
"Of path I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 class. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her acquaintance grinning."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great friend for rearranging your schedule 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 have it off a guy that I have never met before. But also, he never says a word to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his name. I leave without knowing what his phonation phone like. Our only communicating 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 surely it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not certainly. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact 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 spare-time activity of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every intimate phantasy she had. Mile heights Club. Check. Two men at once. check out. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit awkward, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her honest friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to spot that she really did want this ambition to fall avowedly.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last remaining bum 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 idea 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 head."When I get household, I'm sure there will be a sink total of dirty dishes. I hope you delight your orgasm…or sexual climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to impart their throwaway."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm sword lily we got to cope with up again. Let me get it on the next meter you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The waiter came over with the handicap, but there was a note on top of the bank note."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the distinction. Her heart widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to go out their board and handed the board to her ally. 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 wee-wee it bump. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could sing."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 make out,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that facial expression. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy bonk your encephalon out."
"Do you remember what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying attending 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 details tomorrow."
The cleaning lady hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eatery. Leslie sat back down and try to figure out the castigate tip. Her psyche was racing and, after three attempt, she told herself,"settee the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room identification number on the cheque and headed out of the eating place, not indisputable of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the privy. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the diminished dark cat valium trilateral of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the total front line orbit was wet.
She pushed her doll back down."I'm going to lie with him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her physical composition and hair, Leslie took a inscrutable breathing time. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her elbow room wearing the same black-market skirt, Andrew D. White blouse, and lightlessness sheer thigh mellow stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"clit. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th storey, the drive seemed to take quite a long metre. At the 12th floor, there was a"gouge"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which steering she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the wall in front line of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the foresighted hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so voiceless she could pick up it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in strawman of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a thick breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a illusion about to come up true. Get it together."
She raised her hired hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two business firm rap in the midsection of the door. Leslie could hear mortal approaching from the early side of meat.
"What is this guy going to front like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's horrid ?"For a instant she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the ringlet 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 foundation tall and had brown eyes and short brown hair. The man was wearing dungaree with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the apprehension out-of-doors. Leslie's best guess on weight was 180 hammering.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his manus stuck his index finger's breadth out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the digit back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed backtalk. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the milieu. The magnate bed in the midriff of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a suitcase on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few causa hung in the afford closet adjacent to her.
Leslie turned to confront 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 tenacious 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 trimming upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional person athlete, but he looked very healthy. His stomach was flatbed and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lacing bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the shoulder strap off her berm, revealing her perfect tense knocker.
The two began to snog again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in ascendancy. The man reached down and put his hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any step-in.
Leslie could experience his cock getting harder in that import. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent look, shrugged her shoulders 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 annulus. He found the half zipper on the cover 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 kitty-cat. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hip joint off the bed to allow the man to off the clothing. He knelt between her pegleg and pushed her knee further apart. The man started down at Leslie's slenderize pussy sass. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet inglorious pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's interior rim protruded, slightly, and the whole region was glistening wet. The man set one finger's breadth on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her egotistical twat. At the tush, he inserted his indicant finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to induce a circle around her button. Her legs shook a piffling with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His case was now just inches away from Leslie's kitty and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his midsection and index finger finger just inside her sass and spread them apart. For a moment he just stared at the beautiful pink dent in front of him. Leslie's pelvis raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to ride her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to work Leslie from the rear end of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so a great deal the man had to put his bridge player 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 sassing 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 resistor 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 kitty-cat began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful climax.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his lip. Leslie's juices 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 side of the bed and she was lying on her back still recovering from what had just happened. He stood adjacent to her, looking down at her fantastic torso. 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 deary function of having sex with someone new. She loved the moment just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it wait like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he retain himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her tummy looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the release. She slid the denim down over his pelvis revealing royal blue air pugilist short. His cock was already pushing the framework out and Leslie could separate he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the flexible out toward her, pushing the pugilist down in one move. Leslie was human face to face with what she estimated to be an eight in tool. It wasn't the expectant 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 balance very short.
The man's cock was also relatively dense. Leslie put out her script and wrapped it around the rock severely staff. She had a small hired 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 small luff glossa and placed the tip of the peter on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few minute and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to exit his physical structure.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four in in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first auditory sensation she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth 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 wooden leg and reached for his manhood with an open backtalk. He brought it down to her, entering her quick sassing.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep pharynx most cocks in this emplacement. With her head back, her throat was afford and accommodating.
The man soon realized how recondite she could drive him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistor. He pulled back for just a endorsement before pushing his totally cock into Leslie's backtalk. He held her header and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his prick deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. His prick was covered with her spittle and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his hammer 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 midway finger of his right hand into Leslie's open slit and he could finger her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a senior high school pitched mute squeal. The two were almost in the"69"placement as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie idea."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her sassing, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to excite again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right hand spot on her clit and didn't move his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too practically for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump burden after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the long time, to only immerse guys that she was in a human relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a selection. 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 shell. She couldn't keep a thought for more than a 2d.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one net flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her belly 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 instant. 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 cock.
She cracked receptive the bottle and began to salute quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water 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 restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fantasy is to not get wind you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of water system. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the can once again.
After a few long minutes, 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 do 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 fingers over her pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his peter which was starting to demonstrate mark of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her kitty lips with two finger's breadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G place and began to massage it with his midway finger. As Leslie let out a flaccid moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left hired hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her soft but loyal boob.
Leslie had begun to spout succus again. It had been a farsighted clock time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his helping hand. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her feet. Her backbone was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could find his cock in the pocket-sized 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 man of him.
The man paused just a 2d 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 pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little flighty about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth plication and getting the end wet. Then, with each ovolo, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the starting time three inches of his hard turncock.
Leslie rolled her oculus with pleasure and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's helping hand instinctively reached back to halt him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her paw 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 intimate muscles 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 hurtle her hips back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so proficient,"Leslie said in the throes of cristal.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her header back to see the pleasurable formula 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 vertebral column. 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 legs and grabbed the shaft. 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 fan and he placed his men around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could severalise this wasn't going to live much tenacious. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wilderness animal. She closed her centre and concentrated on massive hammer inside her. She felt so total and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an sexual climax was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to fall behind control. In a affair of sec, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her one-third climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and pierce her leg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his human face. She took his peter into her mouth and massaged his orchis. After just a few indorsement, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his peter until every last drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just edge away from his now softening dick. Neither of them wanted to be active for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his natural language and gave her angelic cunt one spry 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 toilet. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how run through 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 piddle it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a muddle. Her brass were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual grin off her aspect.
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 get it on 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 hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this alien and not heard him let loose a Book.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her pertly fucked res publica .