Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very bantam brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts ( a gift to herself after her first base divorcement ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had Kid and worked out regularly to hold back the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine feature film. thick, shiny, calamitous hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, broad lips and gravid amobarbital sodium oculus that had the ability to somewhat unhinge passers by from her minuscule ass. She had one of those backsides that seemed to hold up gravity.
The week-long commercial enterprise trip Leslie had just begun was a receive distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her minute marriage ceremony."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 enamor up with an old friend. Leslie got to natter San Diego twice per year as a Regional sales event director for a ball-shaped rental car company. One of her very easily Quaker from high school 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 planetary house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both cleaning lady were dressed in business attire. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and tailored jackets. Jen work a rap silk scarf joint around her cervix.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 class old woman. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to usher a few wrinkles and her rosehip had widened, slightly since the birth of her two nestling. She had born 34A knocker that were beginning to fall behind the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned wooden leg and arms and her natural authority was always evident on her fount.
The two woman hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeep's attending, pointing to her wine glass and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's expression was already showing."Don't give me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This marriage didn't body of work either and I'm at peacefulness 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 know what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convening and this guy I've known for about a class was there. We had a few drinks. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her head 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 wrong with me."
"There's zero wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the vino crank that had been placed in presence her. She rose the looking glass in the air, smiled a vast smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not gain me a slut,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. matter started out majuscule in bed with Dan. But after a piece we would do the Lapp things and find ourselves in the Same positions. It became tire and he wasn't willing to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestion 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 privy at a eatery. Dan felt the hazard of getting caught was too senior high school. I finally got him to try the john 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 hold a carry through sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the identification number of swain you scared off over the years because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get repose very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is all right with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every early day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to have sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young stewardess approached the two women."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the cleaning woman said together grabbing their vino looking glass.
"Please follow me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the spinal column of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her hand. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two more than of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty glassful.
"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 than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner and talked about admirer, family and the usual subject that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two womanhood were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over dessert, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to defy each other 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 daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to family without pantie'or ‘ present a guy a setback job before the end of the day.'”
"Well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Thomas More reserved than you."
"I think my front-runner was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to cause sex with three unlike guy wire within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no melodic theme 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 retain pushing the limit point. That's what makes liveliness 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 drinkable of her fourth glass of wine.
After a second of awkward muteness, Jen began to address."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey beef,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to be vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 old age. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're pathetic,"Leslie said to her friend grinning."But, I'll indulge you because you were a enceinte supporter for rearranging your schedule so we could give birth dinner together tonight."
Leslie started to describe her fantasy as Jen leaned in attentively."Lately, I've been thinking about what it would be like to do it a guy that I have never met before. But also, he never says a countersign 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 merely communicating is with body oral communication and eye contact."
"wellspring, it's official,"Jen said."You are a form 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 accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not for sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye contact with a guy and have him understand my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this illusion might be to fulfill. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pursuit of her assorted fantasy almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual phantasy she had. naut mi heights Club. Check. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba dive. It was a bit ill at ease, but at least she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fantasy to her dependable 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 occur dead on target.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, decent. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the net remaining puke of her carrot bar.
"We were talking about you pursuing another fantasy,"Jen said rolling her eyes."I guess you got a little lost in cerebration there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."well, it looks like my change of location vibrator will get a oeuvre out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get dwelling, I'm sure there will be a sink full of dirty saucer. I hope you delight your orgasm…or climax,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the server to impart their bill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to adjoin up again. Let me know the following prison term you're in town."
"Of path I will,"Leslie assured her.
The host came over with the halt, but there was a note on top of the posting."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not earmark the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and read the note. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to go forth their tabular array and handed the card to her friend. Jen read the bridge player written note out loud."I was sitting in the kiosk behind you. I heard your fantasy. way 1275 tonight if you want to hit it pass off. I'm only here for one night."
Both cleaning lady were stunned. Neither could speak."He obviously heard everything,"Jen finally managed to say."I don't know if you should be turned on or disgusted."
"It's a minuscule creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so fucked,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all sinless 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 care to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you know how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her psyche."Just be safe and I want particular 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 correct tip. Her intellect was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself,"settle the throwaway first. Then I'll design out what to do."She wrote her room number on the checkout and headed out of the eatery, not sure 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 display the small dark honey oil triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the stallion front region was wet.
She pushed her skirt back down."I'm going to hump him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even clothing panties ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair's-breadth, Leslie took a deep breathing place. She hung her jacket in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the Saami Negroid skirt, white blouse, and black sheer second joint high stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the lift and nervously touched the"up"button. When the elevator car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push button. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to assume quite a long time. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the doors opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a placard on the paries 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 spirit was pounding so hard she could hear it in her dresser. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming feeble. Finally, she was standing in front of a doorway that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a late breath and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a phantasy about to come dead on target. Get it together."
She raised her paw, clinched it into a fist and gave two house knocks in the midriff of the threshold. Leslie could hear soul approaching from the former side.
"What is this guy going to look like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's hideous ?"For a min she thought about running back toward the elevators. But before she could, the curl released and the door swung clear.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six pes tall and had brown centre and short brown hair. The man was wearing denim with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the apprehension open. Leslie's best guess on weight unit was 180 pounds.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his manus stuck his index number digit out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger's breadth back to his mouth and pressed it against his closed sass. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the room.
Once inside, he closed the room access. Leslie stared at the room 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 closet following 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 prevision 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 pro athlete, but he looked very healthy. His venter was flat and he didn't have any whisker on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her blank lace bra. The man reached out his hand and guided Leslie to her animal foot. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one gesture and then peeled the straps off her shoulders, revealing her perfect boob.
The two began to buss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was strong and he was in control. The man reached down and put his hand on the back of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hand up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could feel his cock getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent look, shrugged her shoulder joint 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 right for her skirt. He found the one-half slide 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 slit. He tugged at the waistline of the chick and Leslie raised her hip joint off the bed to let the man to withdraw the vesture. He knelt between her ramification and pushed her knee joint advance apart. The man started down at Leslie's slenderize pussy lips. She had a lowly triangle shaved into her jet bootleg pubic hairsbreadth. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's internal lips protruded, slightly, and the unscathed area was glistening wet. The man set one finger's breadth on her clit and lightly ran it down the center of her intumesce twat. At the hindquarters, he inserted his forefinger finger and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to stool a circle around her clitoris. Her branch shook a picayune with the pure pleasance she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another bit before lying on his stomach. His case was now just inches away from Leslie's pussy and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his middle and indicator fingerbreadth just inside her lips and fan out them apart. For a second he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in front of him. Leslie's hip raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to rally her. He stuck out his broad tongue and began to bat Leslie from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to writhe so much the man had to put his hand around Leslie's hips and push her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to sop up firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the tripping resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clitoris and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole soundbox was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her organic structure began to relax, the man disengaged his back talk. Leslie's juices were running down his chin. He slowly slid himself off the back of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the face 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 terrific body. After collecting her thought, 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 parts of having sex with individual new. She loved the moment just before a new tool was revealed to her. What would it look like ? Would it be long ? midst ? Does he keep himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her stomach looking up at the man. She grabbed the waistband of his dungaree and released the button. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal blue bagger shortstop. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could differentiate he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxershorts down in one motility. Leslie was human face to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch prick. It wasn't the magnanimous one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His musket ball did not have any pilus on them he had trimmed the rest very short.
The man's stopcock was also relatively loggerheaded. Leslie put out her script and wrapped it around the rock candy hard stave. She had a pocket-sized deal, 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 repoint lingua and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her tongue to circulate the tip for a few seconds and taste him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few free fall of precum beginning to perish his body.
Leslie took his cock into her back talk further. She had about four inches in her sassing and she started to lightly rub her finger lead over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first speech sound she had heard him make.
Leslie pulled her mouth off his hammer and turned onto her back. Her head was now hanging off the boundary of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her legs and reached for his humanness with an afford rima oris. He brought it down to her, entering her warm sassing.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat most hammer in this status. With her head back, her throat was open and accommodating.
The man soon realized how deep she could adopt him. He slowly kept pushing downward and Leslie showed no immunity. 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 cock deep in her neck.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a trench intimation. 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 throat, he leaned forward and braced himself on the bed with his left hand. He inserted his middle finger's breadth of his right paw into Leslie's open cunt and he could feel 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"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie cerebration."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her sass, Leslie didn't realize that another coming had quickly built inside her. Her peg began to shake off again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the claim right on situation on her clit and didn't affect his digit off of it.
Leslie moaned around the rooster that was penetrating her pharynx. She began to cum once again. This was too much for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump load after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a detail, over the years, to only swallow up guys that she was in a relationship with. In this typeface, however, she didn't have much of a selection. She felt he was so far down her throat that he was almost dumping he load directly into her belly.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. Leslie's head went blank. She couldn't keep a thought for more than a second.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her backtalk and gave her button one last flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden aesthesis. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her head was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the bathroom for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two dusty bottles of water and two towels. He handed one of each to Leslie. She took them both, stealing a glimpse at his now only semi-hard cock.
She cracked candid the bottleful and began to salute quickly. She didn't clear how thirsty she had become. The man drank his water too as his breathing was starting to slack. Leslie felt like silence was become awkward. After all, they were both defenseless 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 minute of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. piece of the fantasy is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of piss. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again.
After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel president 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 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 twat lips. She reached down and grabbed his peter which was starting to present signboard of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her snatch lips with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G touch and began to rub down it with his midway fingerbreadth. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully upright again. He began to rub his give handwriting on Leslie's breast. His script were running over her delicate but firm breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a long time since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his hands. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her animal foot. Her back was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could sense his hammer in the minor of her back.
When they got to the bed, the man put his hands under Leslie's arms and picked her up. He playfully tossed her onto the bed. Leslie was on her breadbasket 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 fours in front line of him.
The man paused just a endorse to take in the beauty that was in front of him. Leslie had such a small ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet kitty vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a niggling nervous about the size of it of the man's stopcock. She turned around and said,"Go slow at first."The man nodded.
He placed the tip of his cock 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 puss and inserted the first three inch of his voiceless peter.
Leslie rolled her middle with delight and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's manus instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing spell and placed her manus 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 nearly familiar brawniness stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his pecker glistening with her juices. Just before the tip was removed he plunged himself all the way into her again. Leslie began to thrust her coxa back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so good,"Leslie said in the throe of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her peg and cupped the man's balls as he was fucking her. He let out a inscrutable moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her caput back to see the pleasurable manifestation on his brass.
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 guidance, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his face. She lowered her midget ass down, reached between her legs and grabbed the cock. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening night and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new lover and he placed his work force around her waist. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could separate this wasn't going to last much thirster. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a barbarian creature. She closed her eyes and concentrated on monolithic cock inside her. She felt so full and stretched, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to fall back control. In a thing of second gear, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her thirdly climax of the Nox. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her stage back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his cock into her mouth and massaged his clod. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to sprout another onus into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a second thinking to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every cobbler's last drop of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her nous on his leg just edge away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to impress for a few minutes. When they collected their breaths, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet snatch one quickly lap 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 lav. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how worn-out 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 face like she had not just been fucked. Her pilus was a muckle. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual smile off her face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite bed what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an go to spend the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the antechamber, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this unknown and not heard him utter a word of honor.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her impertinently fucked state .