Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very lilliputian brunet, 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 operation at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine characteristic. Thick, shiny, blacken hair that came down just past her berm. Soft, full rim and large downhearted eyes that had the ability to somewhat disorder passers by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long concern misstep Leslie had just begun was a welcome beguilement. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second spousal relationship."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the following few daylight, she had a change of scenery and the fortune to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales conductor for a global rental car company. One of her very expert admirer from high up schooltime lived in Southern CA and the two rarely missed an chance to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a majuscule steak menage in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past times 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business dress. pitch blackness skirts that ended just above the knee and tailor-made jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf joint around her neck opening.
Jen looked more like a archetypal 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to evidence a few wrinkles and her pelvis had widened, slightly since the giving birth of her two children. She had raw 34A breasts that were beginning to miss the escape with sobriety. However, she still had very toned peg and arms and her instinctive confidence was always observable on her face.
The two woman hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeep's tending, pointing to her wine trash and then to Jen.
The aspect of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't yield me that looking at,"Leslie scolded."I'm amercement. 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 up,"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 year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her headspring 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 incorrectly with me."
"There's zippo incorrect with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the ice in the air, smiled a vast grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not wee-wee me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Saami things and find ourselves in the Sami emplacement. It became deadening and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What mesmerism did own 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 jeopardy of getting caught was too in high spirits. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one night but he couldn't get intemperate. 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 routine of boyfriend you scared off over the years 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 need a little variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to give birth sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a untested hostess approached the two woman."You're board is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you prepare ?"
"Yes. We are,"the fair sex said together grabbing their wine spyglass.
"Please follow me,"responded the stewardess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her go up empty crank.
"Once per workweek 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 than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about friends, family and the usual theme that come up when you get a opportunity to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two char were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to defy each early to do affair ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to stake down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to form without panties'or ‘ give a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more appropriate than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three different guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that 3rd 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 have goal, right ? You need to keep pushing the limits. That's what makes life history fun."
"fountainhead, we're pushing the terminal point for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the number 1 boozing of her fourth glass of vino.
After a present moment of awkward silence, Jen began to address."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course of study I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 geezerhood. I have two Kid. I need your stories."
"You're misfortunate,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a cracking friend for rearranging your agenda so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to 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 name. I leave without knowing what his vox sound like. Our only communicating is with consistency nomenclature and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a score 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 accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye inter-group communication with a guy and have him say my mind."Leslie said realizing how hard this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuance of her various phantasy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile highschool Club. Check. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba diving event. It was a bit inapt, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her right supporter, 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 Quaker's care."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, the right way. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the close stay lowlife of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fancy,"Jen said rolling her middle."I guess you got a little lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."wellspring, it looks like my locomotion vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her header."When I get base, I'm sure there will be a go under full of muddy smasher. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to impart their account."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiola we got to meet up again. Let me roll in the hay the succeeding sentence you're in town."
"Of course of instruction I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the substantiation, but there was a note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the waiter said.
Leslie looked down and read the eminence. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the host to leave their table and handed the plug-in to her champion. Jen read the mitt 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 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 petty creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also form of hot."
"Oh you are so fucked,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that expression. You can act all barren and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your brainiac 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 live 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 women hugged each former once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to envision out the correct tip. Her nous was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settee the Federal Reserve note first. Then I'll trope out what to do."She wrote her room number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the can. She reached down and pulled up her dame to scupper the minuscule dark green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front end area was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearable panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her war paint and tomentum, Leslie took a deeply breathing place. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the Lapplander black doll, white blouse, and black sheer second joint high stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was vacate. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"clitoris. Coming from the 4th flooring, the ride seemed to take quite a recollective time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which focus she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the bulwark in front man 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 gist was pounding so hard she could hear it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her wooden leg were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep intimation and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to come unfeigned. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two business firm knocks in the heart of the doorway. Leslie could hear somebody approaching from the early side.
"What is this guy going to look 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 ignition lock released and the door swung opened.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet marvelous and had brown eyes and light brown pilus. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nab open. Leslie's best guess on system of weights was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his script stuck his index finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger's breadth back to his lip and pressed it against his closed lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the room access. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the environs. The king bed in the midsection 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 trading floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the heart-to-heart press 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 foresighted 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 abide by.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his trim speed dead body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very good for you. His venter was bland and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her Patrick White lace bra. The man reached out his script and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one apparent movement and then peeled the strap off her shoulders, revealing her utter tit.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in controller. The man reached down and put his mitt on the binding 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 find his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embracement and raised his brow 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 hand for her skirt. He found the half zip on the spinal column 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 snatch. He tugged at the waist of the skirt and Leslie raised her coxa off the bed to tolerate the man to remove the habiliment. He knelt between her pegleg and pushed her genu further apart. The man started down at Leslie's svelte pussy mouth. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet nigrify pubic pilus. She had shaved everything else smooth just that aurora.
Leslie's interior lips protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the middle of her swollen snatch. 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 wooden leg shook a little with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His grimace was now just inches away from Leslie's cunt and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his middle and index number finger's breadth just inside her backtalk and circularize them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink puss in figurehead of him. Leslie's hip raised in expectancy.
The man was not going to tantalize her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to lick Leslie from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to wriggle so much the man had to put his mitt around Leslie's hips and labor her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down feather, he took her clit in his mouth and began to go down on firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light impedance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented clapper. 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 button, bringing her all the way through the mighty orgasm.
As her body began to decompress, the man disengaged his sass. 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 meat of the bed and she was lying on her back still recovering from what had just happened. He stood following to her, looking down at her wonderful body. After collecting her intellection, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's favorite parts of having sex with somebody new. She loved the minute just before a new putz was revealed to her. What would it wait like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her abdomen looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the button. She slid the blue jean down over his hips revealing royal blue boxer boxers. His cock was already pushing the cloth out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingerbreadth around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motility. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight in cock. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not make any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's peter was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her handwriting and wrapped it around the rock music hard staff. She had a small 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 charge tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few indorsement and gustatory sensation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few free fall of precum beginning to exit his trunk.
Leslie took his cock into her mouthpiece further. She had about four inches in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his balls with her devoid hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her oral fissure off his cock and turned onto her rear. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his manhood with an open air mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm sass.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most hammer in this position. With her head back, her throat was spread out and accommodating.
The man soon realized how bass she could lead him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole stopcock into Leslie's mouth. He held her heading and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his shaft deep in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. His pecker 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 sassing. 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 lead hand. He inserted his middle finger of his right hand into Leslie's open pussy and he could sense her groan around him with her full back talk.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a high pitched dull squeal. The two were almost in the"69"military position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie thought process."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 pegleg began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right hand spot on her clit and didn't run his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the putz that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too much for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the days, to only swallow guys that she was in a relationship with. In this fount, 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 time. Leslie's creative thinker went blank. She couldn't keep a mentation for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one last moving-picture show. Leslie jumped at the sudden virtuoso. She turned over on to her venter and pushed herself back on the bed so her head was supported.
The man held up one finger's breadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the lavatory for just a instant. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottles of weewee and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glimpse at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked overt the bottle and began to imbibe quickly. She didn't realize how hungry she had become. The man drank his body of water too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like quiet 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 s of silence, Leslie said,"Of class. theatrical role of the illusion is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty-bellied bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bath once again.
After a few long minutes, 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 fare 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 pussy rim. She reached down and grabbed his tool which was starting to designate planetary house of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thinking."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her puss lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G berth and began to massage it with his middle digit. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully set up again. He began to rub his provide hand on Leslie's chest. His hands were running over her soft but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to jet juice again. It had been a prospicient 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 pes. Her backrest was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could finger his cock in the pocket-size 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 branch and she was now on all fours in strawman of him.
The man paused just a second to pack in the beauty that was in front end of him. Leslie had such a diminished ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet snatch vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the size of the man's tool. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her back talk. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth congregation and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the offset three inches of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasance and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the sleep of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most insinuate muscleman 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 match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so beneficial,"Leslie said in the throes of raptus.
Leslie reached between her stage and cupped the man's orb 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 gratifying manifestation on his aspect.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the side. He lay down on the bed on his spinal column. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her bantam ass down, reached between her peg and grabbed the stopcock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hip down into her new buff and he placed his manus around her waistline. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could enjoin this wasn't going to live on lots longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a savage animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to turn a loss ascendency. In a thing of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her tierce flood tide of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and stuff her branch back. She was lying on top of him with her kitty-cat future to his face. She took his turncock into her mouth and massaged his clump. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to pullulate another load into Leslie's mouth. This metre, Leslie didn't give a second mentation to swallowing him. He tasted so unspoiled and had gotten her off three sentence this eventide. She kept sucking his dick until every last drop cloth of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her headway on his leg just inches away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to strike for a few min. When they collected their breathing space, the man stuck out his lingua and gave her dulcet pussy one immediate lick before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's apparel. He set them on the bed next to her and headed into the bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how exhausted she actually was.
When the man came out of the lavatory, Leslie was adjusting her bird and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to take a leak it look like she had not just been fucked. Her whisker was a mickle. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual grin off her face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an pass to spend the nighttime. As she turned away and started to take the air down the manse, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him verbalize a Word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping cipher see her in her impertinently have intercourse state .