Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunet, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounding. She had enhanced chest ( a gift to herself after her number 1 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, Black person hair's-breadth that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and large blue center that had the ability to somewhat deflect Passer by from her diminished ass. She had one of those rump that seemed to hold up gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome beguilement. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her instant marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few 24-hour interval, she had a change of scene and the opportunity to beguile up with an old Quaker. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales conductor for a global renting car company. One of her very trump friends from high schoolhouse 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 great steak firm in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both adult female were dressed in business dress. Joseph Black skirts that ended just above the knee and tailor-make cap. Jen work a pinko silk scarf around her neck opening.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her oculus were starting to show a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the birth of her two children. She had natural 34A knocker that were beginning to lose the trajectory with soberness. However, she still had very toned legs and munition and her born assurance was always evident on her grimace.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attending, pointing to her vino glass and then to Jen.
The looking at of shame on Jen's face was already showing."Don't apply me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. Really. This wedding 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 mistake,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true up,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite bang 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 elbow room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her top dog 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 null haywire with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the vino trash that had been placed in front her. She rose the crank in the air, smiled a huge smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not crap me a slattern,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. Things started out not bad in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same things and get ourselves in the Same positions. It became boring and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions 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 bathroom at a eating house. Dan felt the endangerment of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the bathroom 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 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 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 demand a picayune variety."
"Every early day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Brigham Young hostess approached the two cleaning lady."You're tabular array is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the fair sex said together grabbing their vino glasses.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the eatery at a plush booth and held out her hired man. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two Thomas More of these,"Jen said pointing to her approximate empty looking 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 to a greater extent than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about friends, family and the common matter that come up when you get a chance to lecture with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two fair sex were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to dare each other to do matter ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to game down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were affair like, ‘ Go to class without panty'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 reserved than you."
"I think my darling was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to throw sex with three different guys within 24 time of day,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third base guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no idea 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 destination, right ? You need to observe pushing the limits. That's what makes life 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 fourth part glass of wine.
After a instant of uneasy silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey crab,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live 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 silly,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great protagonist for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to key her phantasy 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 Christian Bible 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 voice sounds like. Our only communication is with soundbox language and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a grade A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to achieve 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 scan 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 versatile fantasies almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile heights ball club. balk. Two men at once. hold in. She had even had sex while scuba diving event. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her practiced friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did desire this aspiration to arrive true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her champion'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 bar.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a petty lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a oeuvre out tonight."
Jen shook her promontory."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full of muddy dish aerial. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiola we got to meet 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 bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allow for the say,"the waiter said.
Leslie looked down and learn the 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 wit to her ally. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. room 1275 tonight if you want to realise it come about. I'm only here for one night."
Both womanhood were stunned. Neither could lecture."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 sort of hot."
"Oh you are so lie with,"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 bonk your brains 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 be intimate how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her chief."Just be safe and I want inside information tomorrow."
The charwoman hugged each former once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and examine to envision out the correct tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempt, she told herself,"settle the peak first. Then I'll form out what to do."She wrote her room routine on the arrest and headed out of the restaurant, not for sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the toilet. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the modest shadow dark-green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the stallion strawman sphere 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 teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breathing spell. She hung her cap in the W.C. and headed out of her room wearing the same black skirt, white blouse, and black sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"clitoris. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was discharge. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"clit. Coming from the 4th trading floor, the ride seemed to take quite a retentive time. At the 12th story, there was a"ding"and the threshold opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which commission she needed to go to encounter 1275.
There was a placard on the bulwark in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the tenacious hall, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her heart was pounding so hard she could get a line it in her chest of drawers. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her stage were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep breathing space and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to add up true. Get it together."
She raised her script, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm whang in the middle of the door. 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 repulsive ?"For a min she thought about running back toward the lift. But before she could, the whorl 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 fundament marvelous and had brown center and short brown haircloth. The man was wearing blue jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nab heart-to-heart. Leslie's good guess on weight was 180 Pound.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his indicator finger out, covering Leslie's sassing. He brought the fingerbreadth back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed sassing. Then the pulled the doorway back and gestured for Leslie to come into the way.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the elbow room taking in the surroundings. The queen bed in the middle 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 wooing hung in the capable closet side by side to her.
Leslie turned to face up the man behind her. As soon as she did, he grabbed her around the waistline and drew her closer to him. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The two embraced in a foresightful 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 comply.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his clipping upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional person athlete, but he looked very healthy. His belly was flat and he didn't have any hair 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 move and then peeled the shoulder strap off her shoulders, revealing her double-dyed breasts.
The two began to osculate again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in ascendency. The man reached down and put his mitt on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any scanty.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the bosom 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 field for her doll. He found the one-half zipper on the rear 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 pussycat. He tugged at the waistline of the bird and Leslie raised her rose hip off the bed to allow the man to bump off the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knee farther apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim twat lips. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet black pubic haircloth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that dawn.
Leslie's interior back talk protruded, slightly, and the altogether arena was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her button and lightly ran it down the eye of her swollen pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to nominate a lot around her button. Her legs shook a small with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clitoris for another minute before lying on his stomach. His brass was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his midsection and index finger just inside her backtalk and pass around them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to pester her. He stuck out his wide tongue and began to lick Leslie from the nates of her pussycat to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to wrestle so much the man had to put his helping hand around Leslie's pelvic girdle and agitate 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 suck in firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light opposition of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented lingua. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her puss began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole trunk was shaking as the man continued to go down on on her button, bringing her all the way through the powerful sexual climax.
As her consistency began to loosen, the man disengaged his sass. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the rear 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 succeeding to her, looking down at her wonderful body. After collecting her view, 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 moment just before a new pecker was revealed to her. What would it calculate 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 waistband of his dungaree and released the button. She slid the dungaree down over his hips revealing royal blue boxer shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could narrate he was not small.
She hooked her fingerbreadth around the cincture and pulled the pliable out toward her, pushing the boxer down in one move. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight in rooster. 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 have any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's pecker was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her handwriting and wrapped it around the Rock toilsome faculty. She had a pocket-size hand, 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 low pointed spit and placed the tip of the rooster on it. She used her natural language to circle the tip for a few endorsement and sense of taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drop-off of precum beginning to exit his organic structure.
Leslie took his cock into her rima oris further. She had about four inches in her oral cavity and she started to lightly rub her digit tips over his Ball with her unblock helping hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her backtalk off his cock and turned onto her rachis. Her forefront was now hanging off the bound of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her ramification and reached for his manhood with an open sass. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this position. With her point back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how trench she could take him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no electrical resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole stopcock into Leslie's back talk. He held her school principal and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could find the tip of his cock deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a recondite breather. His turncock 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 sass. 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 middle finger of his powerful hand into Leslie's open puss and he could find her moan around him with her full sass.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffle squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position 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 coming had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to escape from again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the precise right spot on her button and didn't locomote his finger's breadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too practically for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump freight after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a spot, over the years, to only swallow up hombre that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a pick. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her breadbasket.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the Lapplander sentence. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't keep a thought for to a greater extent than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her backtalk and gave her clitoris one last picture. Leslie jumped at the sudden whizz. She turned over on to her abdomen 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 bathroom for just a hour. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottles of water and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glance at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked opened the bottle and began to wassail quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his piddle too as his breathing was starting to slow down. Leslie felt like secrecy 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 eatery ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of secretiveness, Leslie said,"Of course of action. section of the fantasy is to not find out you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty-bellied nursing bottle of weewee. 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 hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel death chair and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to number join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his upper berth leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his finger over her cunt lip. She reached down and grabbed his shaft which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie view."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 finger. As Leslie let out a diffused moan, the man was almost fully tumid again. He began to rub his left hired man on Leslie's chest. His manpower were running over her cushy but steady titty.
Leslie had begun to spout 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 metrical unit. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the diminished of her rear.
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 belly after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her legs and she was now on all fours in front of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the beauty that was in presence of him. Leslie had such a modest ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet twat vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little nervous about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go retard at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his dick against her rim. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each quarter round, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the start three inches of his hard prick.
Leslie rolled her center with pleasance and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's manus 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 remainder of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's well-nigh informal muscles stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to lunge her hips back to meet the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so just,"Leslie said in the throes of raptus.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's testicle 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 formula on his expression.
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 steering, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his cheek. She lowered her bantam ass down, reached between her branch and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her pelvic girdle 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 differentiate this wasn't going to finale much longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a violent creature. She closed her eyes and concentrated on monolithic cock inside her. She felt so full and extend, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The look were coming so quickly and she started to mislay control. In a subject of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her 3rd sexual climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her legs back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his font. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few instant, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This fourth dimension, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so undecomposed and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his rooster until every go drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her psyche on his leg just inch away from his now softening tool. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her mellisonant pussy one speedy 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 side by side to her and headed into the toilet. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how exhausted 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 make it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a deal. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't sustain 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 offer to spend the dark. As she turned away and started to take the air down the hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her fresh fucked state .