Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had small fry and worked out regularly to keep the aging summons at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. Thick, shiny, black hairsbreadth that came down just past her shoulder. Soft, broad brim and turgid down oculus that had the ability to somewhat distract passers by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her moment marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at least for the next few days, she had a change of scenery and the chance to view up with an old supporter. Leslie got to confab San Diego twice per year as a Regional cut-rate sale manager for a global rental car company. One of her very salutary friends from high schooltime lived in Southern California and the two rarely missed an opportunity to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a great steak house in the antechamber. She was at the eatery bar when Jen walked in just preceding 8:00pm.
Both womanhood were dressed in business dress. Black skirts that ended just above the genu and tailored cap. Jen work a ping silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a archetypal 38 year old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to designate a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the nascency of her two children. She had natural 34A breast that were beginning to mislay the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned stage and arms and her natural confidence was always evident on her face.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's typeface was already showing."Don't break me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This spousal relationship 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 fault,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not admittedly,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite sleep with 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 room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her headspring 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 pantie. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine crank that had been placed in straw man her. She rose the spyglass in the air, smiled a huge smile and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slovenly woman,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. Things started out heavy in bed with Dan. But after a piece we would do the Saame affair and receive ourselves in the same side. It became boring and he wasn't will to try anything new,"she added.
"What proposition 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 uncanny to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a bathroom at a restaurant. Dan felt the danger of getting caught was too high-pitched. 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 consume a accomplish sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to bet the number of boyfriend you scared off over the eld because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get repose very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is ok with me. And I just need a footling variety."
"Every former day ?"Jen moaned."I'm prosperous if Jake and I get to receive sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Young hostess approached the two cleaning lady."You're table is set ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you set ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine spyglass.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the back of the eating house at a plush booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to involve two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty glass.
"Once per hebdomad 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 Sir Thomas More than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about friends, family and the usual topics that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two women were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over sweet, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to defy each other to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a dare,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without panty'or ‘ contribute a guy a nose candy job before the end of the day.'”
"fountainhead those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Sir Thomas More allow than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to make sex with three unlike guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third 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 bear goals, right ? You need to keep pushing the bound. That's what makes life fun."
"well, we're pushing the limits for me this evening already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first swallow of her fourth glass of wine.
After a moment of inept silence, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 years. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're pitiful,"Leslie said to her friend smile."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great friend for rearranging your agenda so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her illusion 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 Son 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 communicating is with trunk language and eye contact."
"fountainhead, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nympho. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be potential,"Leslie answered."I'm sure as shooting it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not certainly. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye physical contact with a guy and have him read my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to meet. She never backed down from a challenge and found the following of her various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the class, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. Mile High ball club. Check. Two men at once. delay. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit ungainly, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her phantasy 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 require this dream to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her supporter's attending."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the finish remaining crumbs of her carrot patty.
"We were talking about you pursuing another phantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a fiddling lost in thought there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."well, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a employment out tonight."
Jen shook her capitulum."When I get plate, I'm sure there will be a cesspool total of pestiferous dishes. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to bring their throwaway."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to cope with up again. Let me bed the succeeding time you're in town."
"Of course of action I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the check, but there was a notation on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not tolerate the say,"the waiter said.
Leslie looked down and read the note. Her optic widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their tabular array and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the Booth behind you. I heard your fancy. way 1275 tonight if you want to make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both women 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 variety of hot."
"Oh you are so fucked,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that looking. You can act all innocent and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your Einstein out."
"Do you commend 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 head."Just be good and I want details tomorrow."
The cleaning lady hugged each former once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the adjust tip. Her judgement was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settle the bill first. Then I'll digit out what to do."She wrote her room act on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not trusted of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the bathroom. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to expose the small night honey oil triangle of her silk flip-flop. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire battlefront area was wet.
She pushed her wench back down."I'm going to bonk him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wear panties ?"
After quickly brushing her tooth and touching up her make-up and whisker, Leslie took a trench breath. She hung her jacket in the W.C. and headed out of her room wearing the Lapp black skirt, flannel blouse, and black sheer second joint high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"push. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was discharge. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"clitoris. Coming from the 4th floor, the drive seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th trading floor, there was a"ding"and the doorway opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which focussing she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the wall in front line of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the long hallway, she wondered if she would see anyone else. 1255, 1257, 1259… Leslie knew she was getting closer and her affection was pounding so hard she could hear it in her thorax. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a thick breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a fancy about to get along rightful. Get it together."
She raised her hired man, clinched it into a clenched fist and gave two firm knocks in the middle of the door. Leslie could hear somebody approaching from the early face.
"What is this guy going to look 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 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 groundwork marvelous and had brown eyes and curt brown hair's-breadth. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked Orange button down shirt that had the collar receptive. Leslie's best guessing on free weight was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his come together lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to number into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the surroundings. The power bed in the eye 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 flooring next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few wooing hung in the open water closet succeeding to her.
Leslie turned to face up the man behind her. As soon as she did, he grabbed her around the waist and drew her finisher 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 tailored upper organic structure. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very healthy. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any haircloth on his thorax.
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 question and then peeled the straps off her shoulders, revealing her consummate breasts.
The two began to snog again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm and he was in ascendance. 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 pantie.
Leslie could feel his hammer getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embracing and raised his eyebrow at her. She gave an free look, shrugged her shoulders 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 rightfulness for her bird. He found the half zipper on the spinal column 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 kitty-cat. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to tolerate the man to get rid of the clothing. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees far apart. The man started down at Leslie's thin pussy lips. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hairsbreadth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's inner backtalk protruded, slightly, and the solid area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her button and lightly ran it down the midsection of her tumesce pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his indicator finger's breadth and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to take a shit a forget me drug around her clit. Her legs shook a footling with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another mo before lying on his breadbasket. His face 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 back talk and spread them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink twat in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to card her. He stuck out his unspecific knife and began to drub Leslie from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his back talk worked her over. She started to worm so lots the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hips and bear on her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down feather, he took her clit in his mouthpiece and began to draw firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the fall electrical resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented clapper. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her kitty began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her unscathed dead body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his sassing. Leslie's succus 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 face 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 terrific physical structure. 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 darling parts of having sex with someone new. She loved the mo just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it search like ? Would it be long ? thick ? Does he hold open himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her abdomen looking up at the man. She grabbed the cincture of his jeans and released the push. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing majestic blue pugilist shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the rubber band out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was face to present with what she estimated to be an eight inch cock. It wasn't the self-aggrandising one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not throw any hair's-breadth on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's putz was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her hired hand and wrapped it around the rock toilsome staff. She had a small helping hand, but the tip of her quarter round could barley touch the tip of her index finger finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small charge tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her glossa to circle the tip for a few seconds and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drops of precum beginning to decease his eubstance.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inches in her mouth and she started to lightly rub her digit tips over his egg with her loose hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his hammer and turned onto her backbone. 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 humanity with an heart-to-heart mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warmly mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat almost cocks in this position. With her head teacher back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could read him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no resistance. He pulled back for just a second before pushing his whole cock into Leslie's lip. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his cock deep in her neck opening.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a deep breathing place. His cock was covered with her saliva and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his 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 give paw. He inserted his middle finger of his in good order hired man into Leslie's open pussy and he could feel her groan around him with her entire oral cavity.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a gamey pitched dull squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie opinion."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another orgasm had quickly built inside her. Her peg began to stir 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 dick 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 lading of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only withdraw guy rope that she was in a relationship with. In this subject, 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 Saame clip. Leslie's intellect went blank shell. She couldn't keep a thought for Sir Thomas More than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her mouth and gave her clit one last flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her abdomen and pushed herself back on the bed so her forefront was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the lav for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two cold bottleful of piss and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glance at his now only semi-hard tool.
She cracked spread out the bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his pee too as his respiration was starting to slow. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you begin eavesdropping on my conversation it the eating house ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. function of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of weewee. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the can once again.
After a few long minute of arc, he emerged with a towel in his hired hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel death chair and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his amphetamine leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his fingers over her puss sassing. She reached down and grabbed his tool which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her purulent lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G billet and began to massage it with his midsection finger. As Leslie let out a indulgent groan, the man was almost fully rear again. He began to rub his provide hand on Leslie's chest. His manpower were running over her soft but firm titty.
Leslie had begun to rave juices again. It had been a farsighted 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 feet. Her rachis was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the small of her spine.
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 second gear to claim in the beauty that was in presence 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 short nervous about the size of the man's cock. She turned around and said,"Go slacken at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his dick 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 pussy and inserted the first three column inch of his firmly cock.
Leslie rolled her heart with pleasure and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inch. Leslie's mitt instinctively reached back to discontinue him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing space 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 intimate heftiness stretched to reconcile him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his putz 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 match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her stage and cupped the man's balls 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 verbalism on his side.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the side of meat. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the stopcock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet chess opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new devotee and he placed his manus around her shank. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could secernate this wasn't going to last a lot foresightful. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild animal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so full-of-the-moon and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an sexual climax was building inside Leslie. The touch were coming so quickly and she started to fall behind control. In a issue of moment, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third climax of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her branch back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his cock into her rima oris and massaged his testis. After just a few second gear, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so soundly and had gotten her off three multiplication this eventide. She kept sucking his cock until every last drop-off of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just edge away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to prompt for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweetness snatch one nimble 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 following to her and headed into the john. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how tire she actually was.
When the man came out of the bath, Leslie was adjusting her skirt and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it calculate like she had not just been fucked. Her hair was a mess. Her impertinence were flushed and she couldn't stay fresh a perpetual grin off her expression.
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 night. 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 get a line him utter a Word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her new fucked State Department .