Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very diminutive brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 Ezra Pound. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to keep the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. Thick, shiny, blackened fuzz that came down just past her articulatio humeri. Soft, full lips and big blue centre that had the ability to somewhat distract passers by from her small-scale ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long clientele tripper Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her 2d marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the next few daylight, she had a change of scenery and the chance to catch up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per twelvemonth as a Regional gross sales Director for a globose rental car company. One of her very best friends from luxuriously school 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 pressure group. 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 cap. Jen work a rap silk scarf joint around her cervix.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to establish a few wrinkles and her pelvic girdle had widened, slightly since the nascency of her two minor. She had raw 34A breasts that were beginning to fall back the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and limb and her cancel sureness was always evident on her face.
The two woman hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeeper's tending, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The feeling of pity on Jen's look was already showing."Don't give me that feeling,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This matrimony 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 faulting,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not on-key,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convention and this guy I've known for about a year was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel elbow room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her school principal 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 awry with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the vino glass that had been placed in battlefront her. She rose the trash in the air, smiled a huge grinning and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not produce me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. affair started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the like things and come up ourselves in the Sami positions. It became boring and he wasn't leave to try anything new,"she added.
"What proffer 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 eldritch to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a bathroom at a eating place. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too gamey. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one Nox 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 enumerate the bit 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 necessitate 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. air hostess approached the two women."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you set ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women 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 eating place at a plush booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her near discharge glass.
"Once per 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 and talked about friends, category and the common topics that come up when you get a opportunity to sing with an old friend.
As the wine-colored kept flowing, the two char were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to presume each early to do affair ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dares were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to form without panties'or ‘ establish 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 favourite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three unlike guy cable within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that thirdly guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no thought what I've been up to today.'”
"So is there a phantasy you haven't accomplished yet ?"Jen asked.
"Well sure,"Leslie started."You always have to have goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the limits. That's what makes lifespan fun."
"wellspring, we're pushing the boundary for me this night already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the starting time drink of her fourth part trash of wine.
After a minute of cumbersome silence, Jen began to verbalise."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to populate vicariously through me."
"Of course of study I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two small fry. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend grinning."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to report 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 gens. I leave without knowing what his representative sounds like. Our solely communication is with body language and eye contact."
"Well, it's functionary,"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 for sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye physical contact with a guy and have him record my mind."Leslie said realizing how hard this fantasy might be to meet. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her several fantasies almost as pleasurable as the sex itself.
Over the long time, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High Club. assay. Two men at once. retard. 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 near friend, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did want this dream to come rightful.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her Quaker's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, in good order. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the terminal remaining scum bag of her carrot bar.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a slight lost in idea there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."wellspring, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a oeuvre out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get habitation, I'm sure there will be a sump total of dirty 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 glad we got to contact up again. Let me know the next prison term you're in town."
"Of line I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the stay, but there was a greenback on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and record the banker's bill. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the host to go away their table and handed the calling card to her booster. 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 make it happen. 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 short creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also variety of hot."
"Oh you are so make love,"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 fuck your brains out."
"Do you commemorate what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying tending 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 caput."Just be safe and I want contingent tomorrow."
The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and time-tested to figure out the correct tip. Her idea was racing and, after three attack, she told herself,"Settle the throwaway first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her elbow room number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not indisputable of what she was going to do next.
Once in her room, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to unwrap the minuscule night putting surface trilateral of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the intact front area was wet.
She pushed her chick back down."I'm going to have a go at it him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearable step-in ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her crownwork in the water closet and headed out of her elbow room wearing the Saame mordant skirt, white-hot blouse, and black sheer thigh senior high school stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was grateful it was hollow. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"release. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to take quite a farsighted time. At the 12th floor, there was a"dent"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which charge she needed to go to retrieve 1275.
There was a placard on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the longsighted hall, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her nerve was pounding so intemperate she could try it in her chest of drawers. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her wooden leg were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in forepart of a room access 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 come rightful. Get it together."
She raised her helping hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the eye of the door. Leslie could find out someone approaching from the other side.
"What is this guy going to depend like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the ignition 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 oculus and unawares Brown University fuzz. The man was wearing dungaree with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the collar outdoors. Leslie's honest guess on weight unit was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his power finger out, covering Leslie's mouthpiece. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his unopen lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to derive into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the way taking 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 suitcase on the floor next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open up closet adjacent to her.
Leslie turned to confront 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 long 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 abide by.
The man took off his shirt and revealed his shave speed soundbox. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very levelheaded. His stomach was categoric and he didn't have any whisker on his bureau.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her white lace bra. The man reached out his mitt and guided Leslie to her invertebrate foot. 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 warmly and he was in ascendancy. 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 panty.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that bit. The man broke the embrace and raised his brow at her. She gave an innocent tone, shrugged her articulatio humeri 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 right for her skirt. He found the half zip fastener on the back 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 pussy. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her pelvis off the bed to earmark the man to remove the wear. He knelt between her legs and pushed her genu further apart. The man started down at Leslie's svelte pussy rim. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet black pubic whisker. She had shaved everything else smooth just that break of day.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the whole country was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the midsection of her puff up twat. At the bottom, he inserted his index finger finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clit. Her legs shook a little with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his belly. His human face was now just inches away from Leslie's cunt and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his middle and indicator finger just inside her lips and distribute them apart. For a endorse he just stared at the beautiful pink pussy in front of him. Leslie's pelvic girdle raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tantalise her. He stuck out his all-encompassing knife and began to lick Leslie from the buttocks of her cunt to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to twist so much the man had to put his hand around Leslie's pelvic girdle and press her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her Down, he took her clit in his lip and began to take up firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the lightly resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clitoris, bringing her all the way through the powerful coming.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's succus were running down his mentum. He slowly slid himself off the rachis 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 next to her, looking down at her wonderful body. 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 best-loved parts of having sex with somebody new. She loved the mo just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he hold open himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the release. She slid the dungaree down over his hips revealing royal patrician boxer shorts. His prick was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could order he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistcloth and pulled the elastic band out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one movement. Leslie was fount to face with what she estimated to be an eight column inch cock. It wasn't the biggest one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not experience any hair on them he had trimmed the quietus very short.
The man's cock was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock and roll hard staff. She had a small paw, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her indicant finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small signal spit and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few seconds and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few dip of precum beginning to exit his consistency.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her oral fissure and she started to lightly rub her finger steer over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first base sound she had heard him nominate.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his cock and turned onto her backbone. Her mind was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his humanity with an overt rima oris. He brought it down to her, entering her warm sassing.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most cocks in this position. With her chief back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could acquire him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no opposition. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole hammer 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 neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a thick breathing space. His prick 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 throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left hand. He inserted his in-between finger of his aright hand into Leslie's spread pussy and he could feel her moan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a high pitched smother squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie view."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 leg began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right spot on her clit and didn't propel his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too lots for the man to shoot. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump lode after payload of hot cum down her pharynx.
Leslie had made a detail, over the class, to only swallow guy cable that she was in a relationship with. In this subject, however, she didn't have much of a option. She felt he was so far down her pharynx that he was almost dumping he load directly into her belly.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. Leslie's judgement went blank. She couldn't observe a thought for to a greater extent than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her rima oris and gave her clitoris one finish flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her psyche was supported.
The man held up one fingerbreadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a hour. When he came out, he was holding two cold 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 cock.
She cracked open the feeding bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water system too as his ventilation 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 eating place ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few indorsement of silence, Leslie said,"Of line. contribution of the fantasy is to not find out you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few foresighted minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairman and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come 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 backtalk. She reached down and grabbed his shaft which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy back talk with two fingerbreadth and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G patch and began to massage it with his middle fingerbreadth. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully raise again. He began to rub his go forth hand on Leslie's chest. His bridge player were running over her soft but unfluctuating breast.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a tenacious time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his handwriting. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her feet. Her vertebral column was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could sense his cock in the minuscule of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his handwriting under Leslie's implements of war and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her stomach after being thrown on the bed and the man quickly moved in behind her. He positioned himself between her branch and she was now on all four in front line of him.
The man paused just a second to take in the looker that was in front of him. Leslie had such a pocket-sized ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a footling nervous about the sizing of the man's prick. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his pecker against her lips. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth folds and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's snatch and inserted the low three in of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with joy and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inches. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to hold on him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing spell 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 nigh adumbrate muscles stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his peter glistening with her juice. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her hips back to mate the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so undecomposed,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's egg as he was fucking her. He let out a cryptical moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her point back to see the pleasurable manifestation 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 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 branch and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet orifice and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new devotee and he placed his hired hand 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 raving mad animal. She closed her centre and concentrated on massive putz inside her. She felt so wide-cut and stretch, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an coming was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to recede control. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third orgasm of the Nox. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and stuff her peg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy adjacent to his side. She took his cock into her sass and massaged his orb. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to shoot another lode into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three clip this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every last cliff of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her caput on his leg just inches away from his now softening peter. Neither of them wanted to run for a few bit. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweetly puss one quick lick before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's dress. He set them on the bed next to her and headed into the can. 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 hairsbreadth was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't proceed a unending grinning off her human face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hall.
Leslie didn't quite have it away 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 alien and not see him speak a Good Book.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her freshly have intercourse state .