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 breasts ( a gift to herself after her outset divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had tike and worked out regularly to hold the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature film. Thick, shiny, lightlessness hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full sassing and large blue middle that had the power to somewhat distract forward passer by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business slip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her second union."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the next few solar day, she had a change of scenery and the hazard to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to chew the fat San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales Director for a global rental car fellowship. One of her very expert supporter from high schoolhouse lived in Southern California and the two rarely missed an chance to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a great steak planetary house in the hall. She was at the eatery bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both charwoman were dressed in business garb. Negroid skirts that ended just above the knee and bespoke jacket crown. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to exhibit a few seam and her hips had widened, slightly since the birth of her two baby. She had instinctive 34A breasts that were beginning to fall behind the escape with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and coat of arms and her cancel self-confidence was always evident on her facial expression.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-colored glass and then to Jen.
The look of ruth on Jen's brass was already showing."Don't return me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm mulct. Really. This marriage didn't work either and I'm at ataraxis 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 lawful,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite experience what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a conventionalism and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her foreland and smiled."You just can't ascendency 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 naught legal injury with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-coloured meth that had been placed in front end her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not wee-wee me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a petty. thing started out majuscule in bed with Dan. But after a patch we would do the Sami things and find ourselves in the same stance. It became tire and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestion did induce 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 danger of getting caught was too gamey. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one dark but he couldn't get hard. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to have a carry through sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to numerate the number of boyfriends you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get set very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is finely with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm favourable if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a unseasoned hostess approached the two women."You're mesa is fix ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the cleaning lady said together grabbing their wine spyglass.
"Please succeed 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 hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to take two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her almost 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 admirer, family and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to sing 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 dare each other to do things ?"
"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 extract,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without scanty'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 unlike Guy within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that tertiary 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 deliver goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the demarcation. That's what makes biography 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 low gear drink of her one-fourth glass of wine.
After a moment of bunglesome secrecy, Jen began to talk."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey beef,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of line I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 twelvemonth. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're miserable,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great supporter for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her phantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to sleep with 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 only communication is with body language and eye contact."
"wellspring, 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 fulfil this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye liaison with a guy and have him read my mind."Leslie said realizing how hard this fantasy might be to fill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the age, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High Club. Check. Two men at once. stop. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit awkward, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her upright acquaintance, 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 total dependable.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her supporter's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, rightfield. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the live stay on git of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another phantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in thought process there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."wellspring, it looks like my travelling vibrator will get a workplace out tonight."
Jen shook her forefront."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a sink full-of-the-moon of cheating peach. I hope you revel your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the host to bring their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to conform to up again. Let me experience the adjacent time you're in town."
"Of row I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check-out procedure, but there was a note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allow the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and translate the bank note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to get out their board and handed the carte du jour to her champion. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your phantasy. Room 1275 tonight if you want to establish it materialize. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could talk."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a minuscule creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so eff,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that feel. You can act all destitute and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy have it off your mastermind 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 safe and I want details tomorrow."
The women hugged each early once more and Jen walked out of the eating house. Leslie sat back down and tried to cypher out the correct tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempt, she told herself,"Settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her elbow room number on the halt and headed out of the eating place, not sure of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the john. She reached down and pulled up her wench to expose the small wickedness green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to twist out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front field was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to sleep together him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear scanty ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her physical composition and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the same black wench, lily-white blouse, and disastrous sheer thigh high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"release. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was vacuous. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to assume quite a long time. At the 12th story, there was a"ding"and the threshold opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which focusing she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the paries in figurehead of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the farseeing hallway, 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 word it in her breast. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming rickety. Finally, she was standing in front of a room access that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a deep breather and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fancy about to come true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a clenched fist and gave two house knocks in the center of the door. Leslie could hear someone approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to await like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevator. But before she could, the whorl released and the door swung receptive.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six metrical unit tall and had brown middle and little Robert Brown fuzz. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the nail spread. Leslie's best guess on weight was 180 Irish punt.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index finger's breadth out, covering Leslie's mouthpiece. He brought the finger back to his oral fissure and pressed it against his closed lip. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room taking in the surroundings. The Billie Jean 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 suitcase on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open air 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 retentive 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 trim upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any whisker on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her blanched lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her fundament. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one question and then peeled the strap off her berm, revealing her utter breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was quick and he was in mastery. The man reached down and put his manus 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 pantie.
Leslie could feel his putz getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an unacquainted spirit, shrugged her shoulder and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the shank and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went rightfield for her wench. He found the half zip fastener on the back 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 slit. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hip off the bed to take into account the man to remove the clothing. He knelt between her stage and pushed her knees foster apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim purulent lips. 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 inner lip protruded, slightly, and the unscathed area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clitoris and lightly ran it down the middle of her egotistical twat. At the bottom, he inserted his index fingerbreadth and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to seduce a circle around her clit. Her stage shook a little with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his tummy. His face was now just inch away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and indicant finger's breadth just inside her brim and go around them apart. For a endorsement he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front of him. Leslie's coxa raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to card her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to work out Leslie from the underside of her kitty to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his sassing worked her over. She started to writhe so a great deal the man had to put his hand around Leslie's articulatio coxae and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his sass and began to take in firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the loose ohmic 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 unhurt body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clitoris, bringing her all the way through the sinewy sexual climax.
As her soundbox began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's succus were running down his Chin. He slowly slid himself off the book binding of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the incline of the bed and she was lying on her back still recovering from what had just happened. He stood future to her, looking down at her wonderful dead body. After collecting her thoughts, Leslie worked her way over to the man who had just performed so well with his mouth.
He didn't know it, but this was one of Leslie's favorite function of having sex with someone new. She loved the import just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it face like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her breadbasket looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his denim and released the push button. She slid the denim down over his articulatio coxae revealing imperial blue pugilist trunks. His pecker was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingerbreadth around the waistband 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 inch shaft. It wasn't the grown 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 rest very short.
The man's turncock was also relatively stocky. Leslie put out her manus and wrapped it around the rock hard faculty. She had a modest manus, 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 manoeuver tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few second gear and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to buy the farm his consistency.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her back talk and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the outset sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her sass off his cock and turned onto her binding. 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 humanness with an open sassing. He brought it down to her, entering her warm back talk.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat well-nigh cocks in this position. With her head back, her throat was out-of-doors and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could engage him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no impedance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his totally cock into Leslie's mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could find the tip of his cock trench in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep hint. His cock was covered with her spit 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 pharynx, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his bequeath hand. He inserted his middle fingerbreadth of his right hand into Leslie's open kitty-cat and he could feel her moan around him with her total mouthpiece.
Again he circled her button and Leslie let out a high-pitched pitched damp squeal. The two were almost in the"69"situation as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie thought."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the take good spotlight on her button and didn't impress his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a good deal for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after load of hot cum down her pharynx.
Leslie had made a spot, over the years, to only unsay Guy 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 mind went space. She couldn't keep a thought for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her button one last film. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her tummy and pushed herself back on the bed so her school principal was supported.
The man held up one fingerbreadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the can for just a minute. 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 stopcock.
She cracked unresolved the feeding bottle and began to pledge quickly. She didn't realize how hungry she had become. The man drank his water supply too as his respiration was starting to retard. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start eavesdropping on my conversation it the eatery ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few s of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of urine. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few tenacious 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 amount union 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 finger's breadth over her pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show up sign of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy sassing with two fingerbreadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to knead it with his midsection finger. As Leslie let out a gentle moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left hand on Leslie's dresser. His script were running over her mild but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush juice again. It had been a farseeing fourth dimension 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 understructure. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could find his stopcock in the small of her vertebral column.
When they got to the bed, the man put his custody under Leslie's arms and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her tummy 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 man of him.
The man paused just a second gear to carry in the beauty that was in front of him. Leslie had such a low ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a petty nervous about the sizing of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his putz against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the suave crimp and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first-class honours degree three inches of his firmly putz.
Leslie rolled her heart with pleasure 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 almost intimate musculus stretched to accommodate 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 squeeze her hips back to check the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so skillful,"Leslie said in the throes of go.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a deep groan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her head back to see the pleasurable reflection on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the slope. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his font. She lowered her bantam ass down, reached between her leg and grabbed the peter. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her coxa down into her new buff and he placed his hands around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could secern this wasn't going to go much longsighted. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild creature. She closed her eyes and concentrated on monolithic cock inside her. She felt so replete and debase, 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. In a matter of irregular, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third gear flood tide of the dark. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and lunge her wooden leg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his fount. She took his pecker into her mouth and massaged his glob. After just a few second gear, the man tensed and he began to scud another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second opinion to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his prick until every hold out drop curtain of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her oral sex on his leg just edge away from his now softening stopcock. Neither of them wanted to move for a few min. When they collected their breath, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet-flavored cunt one flying 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 future to her and headed into the bathroom. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how spent she actually was.
When the man came out of the 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's-breadth was a mess hall. Her brass were flushed and she couldn't hold open a perpetual smile 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 hall.
Leslie didn't quite bonk what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an crack to spend the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the hallway, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not get word him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping nonentity see her in her freshly fucked state .