Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very midget brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced boob ( a giving to herself after her offset divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had fry and worked out regularly to sustain the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature film. Thick, shiny, black hair's-breadth that came down just past her shoulder joint. Soft, entire lips and large disconsolate heart that had the ability to somewhat distract passerby by from her pocket-sized ass. She had one of those buns that seemed to refuse gravity.
The week-long occupation trip Leslie had just begun was a receive distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the succeeding few days, she had a change of scenery and the probability to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales Director for a global rental car company. One of her very best friends from high gear school day 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 enceinte steak household in the hall. She was at the eatery bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both cleaning woman were dressed in business attire. blackness skirts that ended just above the human knee and tailored jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf joint around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to express a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the birth of her two minor. She had born 34A breasts that were beginning to miss the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her rude confidence was always evident on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barman's care, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The smell of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't give me that feel,"Leslie scolded."I'm amercement. Really. This matrimony didn't workplace 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 demerit,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a pattern and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her head and smiled."You just can't controller 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 untimely with me."
"There's nada wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a vast grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not take a shit me a slattern,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. Things started out keen in bed with Dan. But after a spell we would do the same things and find ourselves in the Saami placement. It became boring and he wasn't volition to try anything new,"she added.
"What hint 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 weird to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a lavatory at a eating house. Dan felt the endangerment of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the lavatory when we were out one nighttime but he couldn't get difficult. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to take in a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the number of beau you scared off over the long time because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get put down very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is finely with me. And I just take a little variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to throw sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Danton True Young hostess approached the two women."You're board is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you make ?"
"Yes. We are,"the charwoman said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please succeed me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The stewardess stopped toward the back of the eating place at a plush kiosk and held out her bridge player. 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 field 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 friends, sept and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two cleaning lady were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you think of, in college, when we used to dare each former to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to endorse down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were thing like, ‘ Go to socio-economic class without panty'or ‘ give a guy a bump job before the end of the day.'”
"wellspring those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Thomas More reserved than you."
"I think my dearie was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to take in sex with three different guys within 24 hr,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no melodic theme 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 feature goal, right ? You need to preserve pushing the limits. That's what makes life-time fun."
"Well, we're pushing the terminus ad quem for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drink of her quartern glass of wine-coloured.
After a instant of awkward silence, Jen began to verbalise."So, what's the fancy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to survive vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 geezerhood. I have two Thomas Kid. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her ally smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a nifty Friend for rearranging your docket so we could receive 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 hump 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 sounds like. Our only communication is with body words and eye contact."
"Well, it's functionary,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be potential,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to fulfil this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not for sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact lens with a guy and have him interpret my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this phantasy might be to live up to. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her diverse fancy almost as gratifying as the sex itself.
Over the age, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fancy she had. Mile senior high lodge. Check. 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 secure friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did want this dream to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her booster's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, correctly. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last remaining crumbs of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a picayune lost in sentiment there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my locomotion vibrator will get a study out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full of soil bag. I hope you bask your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm sword lily we got to suffer up again. Let me know 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 beak."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not reserve the say,"the host said.
Leslie looked down and take the bank bill. Her middle 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 manus written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fancy. room 1275 tonight if you want to make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could talk."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a small creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so hump,"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 bang your encephalon 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 contingent tomorrow."
The cleaning lady hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eating house. Leslie sat back down and tried to picture out the right tip. Her brain was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room phone number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not for certain of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to endanger the small dark green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the total movement orbit was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to get it on him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her dentition and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breather. She hung her crownwork in the closet and headed out of her way wearing the same black skirt, whiteness blouse, and black sheer thigh mellow stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"push button. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was vacate. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to ingest quite a long time. At the 12th trading floor, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the bulwark in movement 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 pump was pounding so tough she could hear it in her dresser. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her ramification were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a cryptical breathing time 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 hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the middle of the doorway. Leslie could hear mortal approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's horrid ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the lift. But before she could, the lock released and the room access 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 hair. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nab open. Leslie's best 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 exponent finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the fingerbreadth back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed mouth. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the doorway. Leslie stared at the room taking in the surroundings. The Martin Luther King bed in the eye of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a bag on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few courting hung in the subject W.C. next to her.
Leslie turned to front 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 body. He wasn't sculpted like a pro athlete, but he looked very healthy. His tum was flat and he didn't have any haircloth on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace 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 straps off her berm, revealing her thoroughgoing breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was fond and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hired hand on the vertebral column of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his bridge player up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any scanty.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that bit. The man broke the embracement 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 rightfulness for her skirt. He found the half zipper on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's hips and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hip off the bed to allow the man to remove the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her stifle promote apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy lips. She had a little triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the wholly area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her swollen pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clit. Her pegleg shook a lilliputian with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her button for another minute of arc before lying on his stomach. His side was now just inches away from Leslie's puss and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger just inside her lip and open them apart. For a back he just stared at the beautiful pink prick in front of him. Leslie's rosehip raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to lick Leslie from the ass of her kitty to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his sass worked her over. She started to twist so much the man had to put his hand 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 clit in his oral fissure 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 resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted natural language. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her puss began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her unhurt body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her consistency began to loosen up, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices were running down his Chin. He slowly slid himself off the vertebral column 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 wonderful body. 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 theatrical role of having sex with somebody new. She loved the here and now just before a new pecker was revealed to her. What would it seem 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 girdle of his dungaree and released the button. She slid the blue jean down over his hips revealing royal stag blue boxer boxershorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistcloth and pulled the elastic band out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight column inch turncock. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His nut did not have any hair on them he had trimmed the eternal sleep very short.
The man's pecker was also relatively dense. Leslie put out her manus and wrapped it around the rock hard staff. She had a small mitt, but the tip of her quarter round could barley touch the tip of her indicator finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her pocket-size pointed spit and placed the tip of the putz on it. She used her spit to circle the tip for a few seconds and appreciation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to exit his body.
Leslie took his cock into her back talk further. She had about four inch in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her fingerbreadth tips over his balls with her spare hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the commencement sound she had heard him nominate.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his cock and turned onto her back. Her caput was now hanging off the border of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her pegleg and reached for his manhood with an afford sassing. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cock in this billet. With her head 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 resistance. He pulled back for just a instant before pushing his completely rooster into Leslie's mouth. He held her fountainhead and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could find the tip of his cock deep in her neck opening.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a mystifying 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 putz over Leslie's mouthpiece. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her pharynx, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left mitt. He inserted his in-between finger's breadth of his right hand hand into Leslie's open pussy and he could feel her moan around him with her full sassing.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muted squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position 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 mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to didder again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right hand berth on her clit and didn't move his fingerbreadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the tool that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too practically for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to ditch incumbrance after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a full point, over the eld, to only swallow up guys that she was in a relationship with. In this event, however, she didn't have much of a choice. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same metre. Leslie's mind went blank shell. She couldn't save a thought for to a greater extent than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one last film. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her venter and pushed herself back on the bed so her head was supported.
The man held up one digit as if to say,"wait."He went into the toilet for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two insensate nursing bottle of body 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 open the bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't clear how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his external respiration was starting to slow. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both au naturel 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 of instruction. parting of the fantasy is to not discover you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of piddle. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few hanker mo, he emerged with a towel in his bridge player. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come articulation 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 kitty-cat rim. She reached down and grabbed his tool 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 digit and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his in-between finger's breadth. As Leslie let out a sonant moan, the man was almost fully tumid again. He began to rub his leave hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her soft but firm chest.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a long 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 feet. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could finger his cock in the small-scale of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his deal under Leslie's blazon 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 quartet in front man of him.
The man paused just a second to claim in the knockout that was in forepart 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 spooky about the sizing of the man's turncock. 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 sheepcote and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussycat and inserted the first three in of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her bridge player 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 to the highest degree versed sinew stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her juice. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her pelvic girdle back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so honorable,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's lump as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her head back to see the pleasurable reflection on his side.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the slope. He lay down on the bed on his binding. 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 stage and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet porta and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her pelvis down into her new lover and he placed his custody around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to finis much farsighted. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a idle animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so broad and debase, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The spirit were coming so quickly and she started to fall back control. In a matter of endorsement, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third culmination of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and shove her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his pecker into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to sprout another burden into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so unspoilt and had gotten her off three times this even. She kept sucking his peter until every finish drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her point on his leg just edge away from his now softening turncock. Neither of them wanted to affect for a few minutes. When they collected their breathing place, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her odoriferous purulent one quick slug 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 bath. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how beat 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 pee it look like she had not just been fucked. Her tomentum was a hole. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't sustain a eonian grin off her face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the room access and opened it, ushering her out into the hall.
Leslie didn't quite know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an crack 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 listen him utter a Scripture.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly know state .