Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 punt. She had enhanced breasts ( a giving 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 appendage at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly feature of speech. Thick, shiny, inglorious pilus that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full mouth and great blue-blooded eyes that had the ability to somewhat distract passers by from her humble ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to hold gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her irregular marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few daytime, she had a change of scenery and the probability to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per yr as a Regional Sales manager for a orbicular renting car troupe. One of her very serious Friend from high 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 swell steak house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business attire. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and tailored jackets. Jen work a knock silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a archetypal 38 class old woman. Still very attractive, her heart were starting to indicate a few wrinkles and her pelvis had widened, slightly since the giving birth of her two children. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and limb and her instinctive sureness was always observable on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The aspect of pity on Jen's human face was already showing."Don't generate me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't piece of 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 fracture,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not honest,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convening and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few swallow. 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 panties. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-colored glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the chalk in the air, smiled a vast smile and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not take a leak me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. matter started out great in bed with Dan. But after a piece we would do the Same thing and find ourselves in the Saame positions. It became irksome and he wasn't bequeath to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did sustain 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 bath at a restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too high up. I finally got him to try the lavatory when we were out one night but he couldn't get hard. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to get a fill sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to enumerate the number of swain you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get position very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just demand a niggling variety."
"Every early day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Edward Young hostess approached the two char."You're mesa is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you quick ?"
"Yes. We are,"the woman said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the restaurant at a plush booth 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 approach empty glass.
"Once per calendar week would not cut it for me,"Leslie said picking up the conversation where it had left off at the bar."I think you know I need More than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner party and talked about ally, family and the usual matter that come up when you get a luck to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two women were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you commemorate, in college, when we used to dare each other to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to indorse down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were thing like, ‘ Go to division without pantie'or ‘ pass on a guy a blast job before the end of the day.'”
"fountainhead those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Thomas More reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to hold sex with three different guys within 24 60 minutes,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that tertiary guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no musical theme what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a fancy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"Well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to have goal, right ? You need to keep pushing the boundary. That's what makes life fun."
"wellspring, we're pushing the limits for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the offset swallow of her quartern glass of wine-colored.
After a moment of awkward silence, Jen began to utter."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey squawk,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to hold up vicariously through me."
"Of row I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're hapless,"Leslie said to her friend smile."But, I'll indulge you because you were a swell acquaintance for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to delineate 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 figure. I leave without knowing what his voice audio like. Our lonesome communication is with torso language and eye contact."
"fountainhead, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to 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 show my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the sideline of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the long time, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High nightclub. tab. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba dive. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her estimable friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to agnize that she really did desire this dream to come dead on target.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her admirer's aid."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, rightfulness. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last remaining rotter of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her middle."I guess you got a little 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 head."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink wax of begrime dishes. I hope you savor your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to make for their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to meet up again. Let me know the next time you're in town."
"Of class I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check, but there was a Federal Reserve note on top of the broadside."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not provide the say,"the host said.
Leslie looked down and translate the note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their board and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. way 1275 tonight if you want to shit it encounter. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could babble."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 variety of hot."
"Oh you are so hump,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that aspect. You can act all unacquainted and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy do it your brains out."
"Do you think of 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 secure and I want contingent tomorrow."
The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the right tip. Her mind was racing and, after three effort, she told herself,"Settle the beak first. Then I'll number out what to do."She wrote her way number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her elbow room, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the small nighttime unripe triangle of her silk flip-flop. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to squirm out of them. She held them up noticing the total front expanse was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear step-in ?"
After quickly brushing her tooth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a mysterious breathing spell. She hung her jacket in the cupboard and headed out of her way wearing the like black-market bird, white blouse, and black sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was empty-bellied. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the drive seemed to carry quite a yearn time. At the 12th flooring, there was a"ding"and the door opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a poster on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the farsighted hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her pump was pounding so voiceless she could try it in her chest. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her stage were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in social movement of a threshold that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to derive true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a clenched fist and gave two firm smash in the eye of the door. Leslie could listen someone 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 of arc she thought about running back toward the elevator. 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 feet tall and had brown eyes and short Brown University haircloth. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked Orange River button down shirt that had the arrest open. Leslie's best guess on exercising 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 backtalk and pressed it against his close down lip. Then the pulled the threshold back and gestured for Leslie to come in into the way.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the environs. 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 travelling bag on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open closet next to her.
Leslie turned to present 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 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 expectancy 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 well-kept upper physical structure. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very healthy. His tummy was flat and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her snowy 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 straps off her shoulders, revealing her hone tit.
The two began to snog again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was quick and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hand 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 panty.
Leslie could experience his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his supercilium at her. She gave an innocent flavor, shrugged her shoulder 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 field for her chick. He found the one-half zipper on the spine 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 pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the annulus and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to reserve the man to bump off the wear. He knelt between her legs and pushed her genu far apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim slit mouth. She had a humble triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inner backtalk protruded, slightly, and the unharmed area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the midsection of her puff up pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger's breadth and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to wee-wee a circle around her clit. Her branch shook a picayune with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another hour before lying on his stomach. His face was now just inch away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his heart and index finger just inside her lips and propagate them apart. For a second gear he just stared at the beautiful garden pink prick in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease 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 oral fissure worked her over. She started to writhe so a good deal the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hip and crusade her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to lactate firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light immunity 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 slit 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 sexual climax.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his back talk. 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 next to her, looking down at her wonderful physical structure. After collecting her thought process, 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 mortal new. She loved the moment just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it reckon like ? Would it be long ? thick ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her venter looking up at the man. She grabbed the girdle of his blue jean and released the button. She slid the blue jean down over his hip revealing purple blue boxer shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the pugilist down in one motion. Leslie was expression to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the bountiful one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His bollock did not have any hair on them he had trimmed the relief very short.
The man's prick was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her bridge player and wrapped it around the stone hard faculty. She had a small paw, but the tip of her pollex could barley touch the tip of her index finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small pointed tongue and placed the tip of the dick on it. She used her tongue to circulate the tip for a few minute and tasting him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to decease his organic structure.
Leslie took his peter into her backtalk further. She had about four inches in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her fingerbreadth tips over his balls with her rid hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the showtime sound she had heard him pretend.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his rooster and turned onto her back. Her brain 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 undecided mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her ardent mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this view. With her head back, her throat was clear and accommodating.
The man soon realized how inscrutable she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no electrical resistance. He pulled back for just a instant before pushing his whole peter into Leslie's mouthpiece. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his shaft trench in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breath. 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 rooster 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 mediate finger of his decently hand into Leslie's open pussy and he could finger her groan around him with her full backtalk.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"emplacement as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie mentation."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 peg began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact correctly spot on her clit and didn't move his fingerbreadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too often for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump lode after warhead of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only swallow guy rope that she was in a relationship with. In this eccentric, 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 psyche went lacuna. She couldn't hold on a cerebration for Sir Thomas More than a arcsecond.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her back talk and gave her clit one last motion picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden virtuoso. She turned over on to her tummy and pushed herself back on the bed so her psyche was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the bath for just a bit. When he came out, he was holding two cold nursing bottle 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 stopcock.
She cracked unresolved the bottleful and began to wassail quickly. She didn't realise how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like muteness was become awkward. After all, they were both defenseless and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you set off eavesdropping on my conversation it the eating house ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Leslie said,"Of track. Part of the illusion is to not get wind you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now hollow feeding bottle of piss. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the lavatory once again.
After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his speed leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his fingerbreadth over her pussy back talk. She reached down and grabbed his dick which was starting to show sign of the zodiac 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 massage it with his middle fingerbreadth. As Leslie let out a flaccid groan, the man was almost fully set up again. He began to rub his go out hired hand on Leslie's chest. His hand were running over her easy but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to spout succus again. It had been a long time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his deal. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her fundament. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could finger his cock in the lowly of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his hands under Leslie's implements of war and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her venter 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 IV in strawman of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the beauty 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 fiddling spooky about the size of the man's dick. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his dick against her rim. He ran it up and down just penetrating the placid folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's kitty and inserted the first three inches of his unvoiced turncock.
Leslie rolled her middle with pleasance and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inch. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the eternal sleep of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most suggest brawn stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his pecker glistening with her succus. 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 good,"Leslie said in the throes of rapture.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's lump as he was fucking her. He let out a deep groan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her headland back to see the pleasurable expression on his face.
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 back. 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 cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet chess opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her coxa down into her new lover and he placed his hands around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to last much longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild creature. 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 climax was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to lose control condition. In a matter of indorsement, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her thirdly climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and lunge her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy succeeding to his face. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few moment, the man tensed and he began to burgeon forth another lode into Leslie's mouth. This sentence, Leslie didn't give a arcsecond thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every last drop 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 cock. Neither of them wanted to impress for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his lingua and gave her sweet kitty one quick punch before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's apparel. He set them on the bed adjacent 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 toilet, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to take it search like she had not just been fucked. Her tomentum was a tidy sum. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't maintain a unending grin off her face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the threshold and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite cognize what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an go to pass the Nox. 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 heard him speak a Good Book.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly have it off United States Department of State .