Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very diminutive brunet, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 hammering. She had enhanced tit ( a endowment to herself after her low divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had nestling and worked out regularly to keep the aging procedure at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature. Thick, shiny, black whisker that came down just past her shoulder joint. Soft, full lip and large blue eyes that had the power to somewhat unhinge passer by from her modest ass. She had one of those seat that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business stumble Leslie had just begun was a welcome distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her 2nd spousal relationship."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 enamour up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per class as a Regional Sales film director for a global rental car company. One of her very best booster from high up 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 great steak sign of the zodiac in the vestibule. She was at the eating place bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in patronage attire. Shirley Temple skirts that ended just above the stifle and tailored crown. Jen work a pink silk scarf around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 yr old woman. Still very attractive, her optic were starting to usher a few seam and her rose hip had widened, slightly since the birth of her two shaver. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to miss the flight with sombreness. However, she still had very toned leg and weaponry and her natural sureness was always plain 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 feel of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't afford me that face,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't body of 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 true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite be intimate 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 potable. I ended up in his hotel room. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her headway 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 panty. Maybe there's something improper with me."
"There's zip wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the spyglass in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not do me a trollop,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. affair started out slap-up in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same matter and find ourselves in the same emplacement. 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 restaurant. Dan felt the hazard of getting caught was too eminent. I finally got him to try the bath when we were out one night but he couldn't get heavy. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to throw a fulfilling sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the bit of young man 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 former day is fine with me. And I just take a little variety."
"Every former 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 woman."You're board is cook ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you quick ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine drinking glass.
"Please follow me,"responded the air hostess leading them away from the bar.
The air hostess stopped toward the cover of the eatery at a plush John Wilkes Booth and held out her hired 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 ally, family and the common topics that come up when you get a hazard to verbalize with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two women were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you retrieve, in college, when we used to dare 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 dares were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to category without panties'or ‘ fall in a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more than appropriate than you."
"I think my favorite was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have sex with three different guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third gear guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no mind 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 keep pushing the limits. That's what makes life fun."
"fountainhead, we're pushing the limits for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the start beverage of her quarter glass of wine.
After a minute of clumsy secrecy, Jen began to address."So, what's the fancy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey backbite,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to live vicariously through me."
"Of course of action I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 old age. I have two minor. I need your stories."
"You're hapless,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a corking friend for rearranging your schedule so we could have dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to account 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 Good Book 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 auditory sensation like. Our only communication is with consistence language and eye contact."
"Well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a course A nymphomaniac. Is that even potential ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm for certain 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 liaison with a guy and have him read my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her several fancy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fantasy she had. geographical mile senior high Club. checkout. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba dive. It was a bit ill-chosen, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her C. H. Best protagonist, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did desire this ambition to come true.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, flop. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the lowest remaining rat of her carrot patty.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"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 change of location vibrator will get a study out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home base, I'm sure there will be a bury wax of dirty saucer. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to bring their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiola we got to foregather up again. Let me know the succeeding time you're in town."
"Of row I will,"Leslie assured her.
The waiter came over with the check, but there was a greenback on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not let the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and register the eminence. Her centre widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the host to go away their tabular array and handed the wit to her protagonist. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the stall behind you. I heard your illusion. way 1275 tonight if you want to establish it go on. I'm only here for one night."
Both women were stunned. Neither could tattle."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 kind of hot."
"Oh you are so lie with,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that looking. You can act all destitute and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy get laid your brainiac out."
"Do you retrieve 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 top dog."Just be safe and I want inside information tomorrow."
The adult female hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eatery. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the chastise tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"Settle the bill first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room identification number on the check and headed out of the restaurant, not sure 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 expose the small dark leafy vegetable triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front orbit was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even wearing pantie ?"
After quickly brushing her dentition and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a rich intimation. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her way wearing the Lapp black wench, white blouse, and black sheer second joint high stockings she was wearing at dinner party.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"push button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was empty-bellied. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"button. Coming from the 4th base, the drive seemed to take quite a long metre. At the 12th storey, there was a"nick"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which way she needed to go to find 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 long 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 discover it in her breast. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her wooden leg were becoming weak. Finally, she was standing in front of a door 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 true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the heart of the door. Leslie could get word someone approaching from the former side.
"What is this guy going to take care 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 lock chamber released and the door swung loose.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet marvellous and had brown eyes and light brownness pilus. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the leash spread out. Leslie's trump conjecture on weight was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his script stuck his indicant finger out, covering Leslie's oral fissure. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his shut sass. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come up into the room.
Once inside, he closed the doorway. Leslie stared at the elbow room taking in the surroundings. The king bed in the midsection of the way looked as if it had not been touched since housekeeping made it earlier in the day. There was a suitcase on the storey next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits 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 shank and drew her finisher to him. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The two embraced in a long passionate osculation 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 clipping upper consistency. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very sound. His tummy was flat and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her gabardine lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motility and then peeled the shoulder strap off her shoulders, revealing her complete breasts.
The two began to osculate again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was tender 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 scanty.
Leslie could palpate his cock getting harder in that consequence. The man broke the embrace and raised his brow at her. She gave an innocent smell, shrugged her articulatio humeri and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went rightfulness for her wench. He found the half zipper on the binding and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's pelvis 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 clothing. He knelt between her stage and pushed her knees far apart. The man started down at Leslie's slim pussy back talk. She had a small Triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that break of day.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the whole region was glistening wet. The man set one finger's breadth on her button 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 make a circle around her clit. Her legs shook a little with the pure pleasance she was experiencing.
The man massaged her button for another minute before lying on his stomach. His face was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger just inside her sass and pass around them apart. For a bit he just stared at the beautiful pink twat in front of him. Leslie's pelvic girdle raised in prevision.
The man was not going to rag her. He stuck out his across-the-board tongue and began to lick Leslie from the derriere of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to wrestle so much the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hips and fight her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clit in his mouth and began to give suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the clear opposition of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her cunt began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her altogether body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the herculean orgasm.
As her trunk began to relax, the man disengaged his oral cavity. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the spinal column 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 next to her, looking down at her wonderful 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 role of having sex with someone new. She loved the instant just before a new hammer was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he go along himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her abdomen looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and released the button. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal aristocratical boxer 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 elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was grimace to front with what she estimated to be an eight in pecker. It wasn't the giving one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not make any hair on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's cock was also relatively slurred. Leslie put out her deal and wrapped it around the rock hard staff. She had a modest mitt, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her index digit has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her small pointed tongue 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 pearl of precum beginning to expire his body.
Leslie took his cock into her back talk further. She had about four inch in her rima oris and she started to lightly rub her fingerbreadth gratuity over his balls with her complimentary hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the maiden sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her backtalk off his cock and turned onto her back. Her header was now hanging off the border of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her peg and reached for his humanness with an open lip. He brought it down to her, entering her warm back talk.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat nigh cocks in this status. With her head back, her throat was candid and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could take 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 mouth. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his stopcock deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a oceanic abyss breath. His cock was covered with her spittle and she loved the way it looked, dripping off of it. The man grabbed himself and put the tip of his cock over Leslie's sass. She opened and he immediately plunged himself downward again.
As she was taking the man down her throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left paw. He inserted his halfway finger of his right hand into Leslie's unresolved pussy and he could sense her groan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clit and Leslie let out a high pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"placement 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 mouthpiece, Leslie didn't realize that another sexual climax had quickly built inside her. Her peg began to agitate again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact compensate place on her button and didn't strike his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the shaft that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a great deal for the man to take away. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump cargo after lode of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a point, over the years, to only swallow guys that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a option. 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 clock time. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't keep a idea for 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 breadbasket and pushed herself back on the bed so her headland was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a min. When he came out, he was holding two dusty feeding bottle of H2O 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 afford the bottle and began to drink quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to slack. Leslie felt like quiet 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 mo 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 hollow bottle of piddle. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bath once again.
After a few farsighted minute of arc, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel electric chair and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come junction 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 fingers over her pussy mouth. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show house of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie opinion."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy sassing with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G slur and began to knead it with his midway finger. As Leslie let out a flabby moan, the man was almost fully put up again. He began to rub his give hand on Leslie's chest. His manus were running over her diffuse but solid titty.
Leslie had begun to spirt juices again. It had been a long clip 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 back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could feel his cock in the belittled of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his hands under Leslie's blazon 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 four in front of him.
The man paused just a indorsement to take in the smasher that was in figurehead of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussycat vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little 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 turncock against her rim. He ran it up and down just penetrating the smooth crease and getting the end wet. Then, with each quarter round, he spread Leslie's pussy and inserted the first three in of his intemperately cock.
Leslie rolled her heart with joy and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three inch. Leslie's mitt instinctively reached back to halt him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing space and placed her mitt 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 muscular tissue stretched to reconcile him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his putz glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her hips back to equalise the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throe of Adam.
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 header back to see the pleasurable expression 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 back. Without any steering, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her diminutive ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the stopcock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her articulatio coxae down into her new lover and he placed his hands around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to concluding very much longer. 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 total and stretch out, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to lose control. In a matter of seconds, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her tierce climax of the nighttime. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her ramification back. She was lying on top of him with her puss future to his face. She took his shaft into her mouth and massaged his formal. After just a few mo, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This metre, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every utmost dip of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her pass on his leg just inches away from his now softening prick. Neither of them wanted to displace for a few bit. When they collected their breathing place, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet pussy one quick slug before lifting her off of him.
The man got up off the bed and collected Leslie's clothes. He set them on the bed next to her and headed into the lavatory. 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 wee it seem like she had not just been fucked. Her haircloth was a spate. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't continue a unending grin off her typeface.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the room access and opened it, ushering her out into the hall.
Leslie didn't quite know what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to expend the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the manor hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this stranger and not heard him utter a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her way, hoping nobody see her in her freshly have sex state .