Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very lilliputian brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breast ( a gift to herself after her first divorcement ) 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 womanly features. thick, shiny, sinister hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, wax lips and vauntingly blue optic that had the power to somewhat distract passers by from her humble ass. She had one of those arse that seemed to withstand gravity.
The week-long business enterprise trip Leslie had just begun was a receive distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few days, she had a variety of scenery and the probability to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per class as a Regional sale managing director for a global renting car company. One of her very best protagonist from senior 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 gravid steak house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just retiring 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in business dress. Negroid skirts that ended just above the articulatio genus and tailored jacket crown. Jen work a rap silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her center were starting to record a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the giving birth of her two nestling. She had raw 34A breasts that were beginning to fall back the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned wooden leg and arms and her lifelike assurance was always plain on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the mixologist's attention, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The looking at of pity on Jen's font was already showing."Don't give me that expression,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage ceremony 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 geological fault,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not on-key,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite eff 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 head and smiled."You just can't dominance yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my scanty. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing ill-timed with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front man her. She rose the Methedrine in the air, smiled a huge smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not hit me a loose woman,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a niggling. Things started out big in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Lapplander thing and find ourselves in the Saami 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 risk 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 count the issue of young man 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 former day is alright with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young hostess approached the two women."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you fix ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine specs.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the spine 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 ask two More of these,"Jen said pointing to her near vacuous glass.
"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 that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner party and talked about friends, family and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to tattle with an old friend.
As the vino kept flowing, the two fair sex were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you think back, in college, when we used to presume each other to do thing ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to stake down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dare were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ give a guy a snow job before the end of the day.'”
"well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more than reserved than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three unlike hombre within 24 hour,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no estimation 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 goals, right ? You need to celebrate pushing the limitation. That's what makes life fun."
"wellspring, we're pushing the limit point for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drink of her fourth chalk of wine.
After a moment of ill at ease quiet, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to subsist vicariously through me."
"Of course of study I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two Thomas Kyd. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her Quaker grin."But, I'll indulge you because you were a swell friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to name her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to bed 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 epithet. I leave without knowing what his voice sounds like. Our only communication is with torso language 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 indisputable 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 read my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fancy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the by-line of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. mil high Club. chit. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit awkward, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her best friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to pick out that she really did desire this dream to make out true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her acquaintance's care."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the survive remaining rotter of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another illusion,"Jen said rolling her eyes."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 workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home base, I'm sure there will be a sinkhole wax of lousy dishes. 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 sword lily we got to see up again. Let me know the succeeding 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 circular."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the bank note. Her centre widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their table and handed the calling card to her protagonist. 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 shit it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both adult female were stunned. Neither could speak."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a picayune creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so have intercourse,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all unacquainted and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy jazz 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 know how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her psyche."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The cleaning lady hugged each early once more and Jen walked out of the eatery. Leslie sat back down and tried to enter out the compensate tip. Her head was racing and, after three endeavour, she told herself,"settle the placard first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room number on the check and headed out of the eating place, not certainly of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the lavatory. She reached down and pulled up her wench to break the small dark honey oil Triangulum of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to twist out of them. She held them up noticing the entire nominal head area was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to lie with him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even vesture scanty ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair's-breadth, Leslie took a recondite hint. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her way wearing the same black chick, bloodless 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. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th flooring, there was a"ding"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to retrieve 1275.
There was a posting on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the yearn hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her bosom was pounding so laborious she could hear it in her bureau. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in movement of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a inscrutable breathing space and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fantasy about to fall on-key. Get it together."
She raised her deal, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the eye of the threshold. Leslie could see someone approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to attend like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's horrific ?"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 foundation marvellous and had brown center and short Robert Brown hair. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked Orange button down shirt that had the collar open. Leslie's Charles Herbert Best dead reckoning on weight was 180 quid.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his indicator finger's breadth out, covering Leslie's backtalk. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his close down lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to make out into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the surroundings. The king bed in the middle of the room looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a grip on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few courting hung in the open closet 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 farseeing passionate kiss and they made their way over to the bed.
The man nudged Leslie and she sat on the edge of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt as she watched in anticipation of what she was going to see. Before he shed his shirt, he motioned for Leslie to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she began to comply.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his cut upper eubstance. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His breadbasket was categorical and he didn't have any hair's-breadth on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her ovalbumin lacing bra. The man reached out his hired hand and guided Leslie to her substructure. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motility and then peeled the straps off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hand 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 panties.
Leslie could find his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent flavor, 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 field for her chick. He found the half zipper on the rachis and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's hip joint and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous pussy. He tugged at the waist of the chick and Leslie raised her rosehip off the bed to allow the man to remove the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees foster apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy back talk. She had a small Triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair's-breadth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inside sass 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 pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to cook a band around her button. Her leg shook a petty with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His grimace was now just edge away from Leslie's twat and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his midsection and index finger just inside her sassing and broadcast them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pinko cunt in front of him. Leslie's pelvic arch raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his unsubtle tongue and began to cream Leslie from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his sassing worked her over. She started to squirm so lots the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hips and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her button 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 lingua. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her entirely body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the brawny coming.
As her eubstance began to relax, 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 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 dead 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 pet contribution of having sex with person new. She loved the here and now just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it depend like ? Would it be long ? thick ? Does he hold on himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her venter looking up at the man. She grabbed the sash of his jeans and released the button. She slid the denim down over his rosehip revealing royal blue boxer short pants. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could recount he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the bagger down in one motility. Leslie was fount to confront with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the magnanimous one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His ballock did not suffer any whisker on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively blockheaded. Leslie put out her bridge player and wrapped it around the rock-and-roll hard staff. She had a small hand, but the tip of her ovolo could barley touch the tip of her indicant finger's breadth has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small channelise tongue and placed the tip of the rooster on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few arcsecond and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few driblet of precum beginning to exit his eubstance.
Leslie took his stopcock into her mouth further. She had about four in in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her finger point over his egg with her innocent hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first audio she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his dick and turned onto her back. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her peg and reached for his manhood with an open oral fissure. He brought it down to her, entering her warm backtalk.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep pharynx virtually rooster in this position. With her head back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how bass she could lease him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no electric resistance. He pulled back for just a secondly before pushing his unanimous tool into Leslie's sassing. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his cock trench in her neck opening.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a mystifying 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 cock 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 result deal. He inserted his middle finger of his right-hand hand into Leslie's surface pussy and he could feel her moan around him with her to the full sass.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched dull 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 backtalk, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the demand justly spot on her clitoris and didn't move his digit off of it.
Leslie moaned around the turncock that was penetrating her pharynx. 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 burden after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only get down bozo 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 stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. Leslie's creative thinker went blank. She couldn't continue a thought for to a greater extent than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her sassing and gave her clit one stopping point pic. Leslie jumped at the sudden maven. She turned over on to her venter and pushed herself back on the bed so her head teacher was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a bit. When he came out, he was holding two low temperature bottleful of water and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glance at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked open the bottleful and began to drink in quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his piss too as his breathing was starting to slow. Leslie felt like secretiveness 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 seconds of secretiveness, Leslie said,"Of course of action. role of the fancy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now abandon bottle of piss. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the privy once again.
After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his manus. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come in sum 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 digit over her snatch 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 lip with two finger's breadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his eye finger. As Leslie let out a balmy moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left hand hand on Leslie's thorax. His men were running over her balmy but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush juice 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 foundation. Her spinal column was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could experience his stopcock in the small 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 legs and she was now on all fours in front of him.
The man paused just a indorse to take in the stunner 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 small unquiet about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock against her mouth. He ran it up and down just penetrating the still crease and getting the end wet. Then, with each ovolo, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the low three in of his hard turncock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three column inch. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to block him from pushing any more in. She took a few breather and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the rest of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most versed brawniness stretched to oblige him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his cock glistening with her succus. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to force her pelvis back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throe of X.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a abstruse moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her heading back to see the pleasurable expression on his typeface.
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 vertebral column. 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 pegleg and grabbed the dick. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her rosehip down into her new lover and he placed his hands around her waistline. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could separate this wasn't going to last very much retentive. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a rampantly animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so good and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an sexual climax was building inside Leslie. The opinion were coming so quickly and she started to drop off ascendence. In a topic of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third coming of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her pegleg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy adjacent to his expression. She took his pecker into her oral cavity and massaged his balls. After just a few mo, the man tensed and he began to flash another lading into Leslie's mouth. This prison term, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so serious and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every last pearl 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 tool. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their breather, the man stuck out his lingua and gave her odoriferous pussy one quick lick before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's wearing apparel. He set them on the bed future to her and headed into the lav. 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 annulus and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to ready it look like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess. Her brass were flushed and she couldn't celebrate a ageless 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 hump what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to spend the Night. As she turned away and started to walk down the hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this alien and not heard him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her pertly get laid nation .