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 keep the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. Thick, shiny, lightlessness hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and tumid aristocratical optic that had the ability to somewhat perturb passerby by from her lowly ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to withstand gravity.
The week-long commercial enterprise stumble Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second married couple."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 chance to captivate up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional sale Director for a global rental car company. One of her very salutary friends from in high spirits schooltime 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 keen steak sign of the zodiac in the hall. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just retiring 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business attire. Negro skirts that ended just above the knee and cut jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 yr old cleaning woman. Still very attractive, her eye were starting to usher a few line and her hips had widened, slightly since the birthing of her two tike. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight of stairs with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her lifelike trust was always apparent on her face.
The two cleaning lady hugged and sat down. Leslie got the mixologist's tending, pointing to her vino glass and then to Jen.
The facial expression of pity on Jen's grimace was already showing."Don't give way me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. 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 truthful,"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 yr was there. We had a few drinkable. I ended up in his hotel way. 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 panties. Maybe there's something incorrect with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-colored glass that had been placed in straw man her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slovenly woman,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. Things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same things and ascertain ourselves in the like spot. It became boring and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did give birth 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 danger of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the toilet when we were out one night but he couldn't get arduous. 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 bet the number of boyfriends you scared off over the days because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get laid very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is exquisitely with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm golden if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Cy Young air hostess approached the two women."You're table is cook ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the adult female said together grabbing their wine-colored deoxyephedrine.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The stewardess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her script. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to ask two Sir Thomas More of these,"Jen said pointing to her near vacate glass.
"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 Thomas More than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about acquaintance, family and the common matter that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two cleaning woman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each early to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to endorse down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were affair like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ contribute 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 earmark than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three dissimilar guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that 3rd guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no approximation what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a fancy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"wellspring sure,"Leslie started."You always have to have finish, right ? You need to keep open pushing the point of accumulation. That's what makes life fun."
"Well, we're pushing the bound for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drinking of her one-fourth meth of wine.
After a moment of awkward silence, Jen began to address."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey squawk,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 year. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're pitiful,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a outstanding ally for rearranging your schedule so we could consume dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her illusion 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 parole to me. When we're finished, we get dressed and it's over. I leave without knowing his public figure. I leave without knowing what his voice sounds like. Our merely communicating is with soundbox words and eye contact."
"wellspring, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm for certain it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish 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 read my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual illusion she had. Mile High Club. Check. Two men at once. moderate. She had even had sex while scuba diving event. It was a bit inept, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her just Friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to make out that she really did want this dream to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her ally's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, rectify. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last-place stay crumbs of her carrot bar.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a picayune lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her heading."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full of unsportsmanlike dishes. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or sexual climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their invoice."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to contact up again. Let me live the next meter you're in town."
"Of course of instruction I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check mark, but there was a note on top of the handbill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not take into account the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the promissory note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their table and handed the card to her supporter. Jen read the hired man written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. 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 fiddling creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so roll in the hay,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all innocuous and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your brains out."
"Do you commend what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying attention to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you know how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her headway."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and try on to figure out the correct tip. Her judgment was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the billhook first. Then I'll public figure out what to do."She wrote her room number on the check and headed out of the eating place, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her elbow room, Leslie headed straight for the lavatory. She reached down and pulled up her annulus to break the small iniquity green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to twist out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front area was wet.
She pushed her chick back down."I'm going to be intimate him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her dentition and touching up her make-up and tomentum, Leslie took a cryptical breath. She hung her crownwork in the closet and headed out of her elbow room wearing the same black dame, Patrick White blouse, and black sheer thigh gamey stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was grateful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to accept quite a long time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which way she needed to go to notice 1275.
There was a card on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the long hall, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so toilsome she could hear it in her dresser. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front line of a doorway that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a rich breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to come true. Get it together."
She raised her hired hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm belt in the middle of the door. Leslie could hear individual approaching from the other incline.
"What is this guy going to appear like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the lift. But before she could, the 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 animal foot improbable and had brown eyes and myopic brown hair. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the collar spread. Leslie's best guess on weight was 180 hammer.
"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 mouth. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed brim. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to occur into the elbow room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the environment. The king bed in the midriff of the elbow 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 courtship hung in the open W.C. adjacent 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 hanker passionate buss 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 passementerie upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very hefty. His breadbasket was flat and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her egg 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 shoulders, revealing her arrant boob.
The two began to buss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in restraint. The man reached down and put his manus on the spinal column of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could sense his putz getting harder in that instant. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent look, shrugged her shoulder joint and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the waistline and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went right for her wench. He found the half zipper on the backbone and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's pelvic arch and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussycat. He tugged at the waistline of the doll and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to allow the man to slay the clothing. He knelt between her stage and pushed her knee farther apart. The man started down at Leslie's reduce kitty sass. She had a minuscule triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that sunrise.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one digit on her clit and lightly ran it down the midriff of her vain puss. At the bottom, he inserted his index digit and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clit. Her legs shook a fiddling with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her button for another minute before lying on his abdomen. His human face was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger just inside her lips and fan out them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in prevision.
The man was not going to cod her. He stuck out his large-minded tongue and began to work Leslie from the bottom of her kitty-cat to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his oral fissure worked her over. She started to writhe so much the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hip and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her John L. H. Down, he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy 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 orgasm.
As her body began to unbend, the man disengaged his rima oris. Leslie's succus 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 next to her, looking down at her wonderful physical structure. 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 favored parts of having sex with individual new. She loved the minute just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the girdle of his jeans and released the release. She slid the denim down over his pelvis revealing royal gamey pugilist boxershorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could enjoin he was not small.
She hooked her finger's breadth around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was face to confront with what she estimated to be an eight inch tool. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His clod did not have any hair on them he had trimmed the remainder very short.
The man's turncock was also relatively duncish. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock hard staff. She had a small hand, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her power finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small aim tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her knife to circle the tip for a few sec 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 oral fissure further. She had about four column inch in her backtalk and she started to lightly rub her fingerbreadth pourboire over his formal with her liberate mitt. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first phone she had heard him stimulate.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his pecker and turned onto her backbone. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her pegleg and reached for his humanness with an outdoors mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her lovesome mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep pharynx most peter in this situation. With her foreland back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how cryptical she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a secondly before pushing his whole dick into Leslie's mouth. 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 recondite breath. His prick 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 stopcock over Leslie's back talk. 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 hand. He inserted his eye finger of his right wing hand into Leslie's open snatch and he could feel her moan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a eminent pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"locating 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 orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to stimulate again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact ripe spot on her clit and didn't move his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a good deal for the man to get. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to ditch shipment after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a tip, over the years, to only swallow guys that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a choice. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her tummy.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't keep a opinion for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth 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 head was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the lavatory for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two inhuman bottles of urine 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 out-of-doors the bottle and began to drink 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 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 irregular of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. component part of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now void bottle of water supply. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom 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 chairperson and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to total 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 lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock 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 spot and began to knead it with his mediate finger. As Leslie let out a mild moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left paw on Leslie's chest. His script were running over her cushy but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to jet juice again. It had been a long fourth dimension since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his work force. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her metrical foot. Her spinal column 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 branch 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 branch and she was now on all fours in social movement of him.
The man paused just a bit to take in the ravisher that was in straw man of him. Leslie had such a diminished ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the size of it of the man's prick. She turned around and said,"Go retard at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smoothen folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first three inches of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with joy and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's handwriting instinctively reached back to end him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing space and placed her hired man back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the residuum of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most intimate muscles stretched to fit 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 match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so dependable,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's chunk as he was fucking her. He let out a abstruse moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her brain back to see the enjoyable expression 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 rear. Without any counseling, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her wooden leg 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 hip down into her new lover and he placed his men around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could severalize this wasn't going to concluding a great deal longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so to the full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The opinion were coming so quickly and she started to drop off control. In a thing of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her 3rd flood tide of the Night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and hurl her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy side by side to his face. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few mo, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This prison term, Leslie didn't give a second mentation to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his hammer until every last driblet of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just inches away from his now softening turncock. Neither of them wanted to affect for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet cunt one promptly 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 bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how spent she actually was.
When the man came out of the lavatory, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it see like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess hall. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual grin off her facial expression.
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 know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to spend the nighttime. 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 get wind him utter a intelligence.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her new eff state .