Leslie was 38, but she didn't look a day over 30. A very lilliputian brunette, she stood 5'2"and weighed just 110 lbf.. She had enhanced breasts ( a giving to herself after her outset divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had shaver and worked out regularly to hold on the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully womanly features. Thick, shiny, fateful fuzz that came down just past her shoulder joint. Soft, full lip and prominent blue optic that had the power to somewhat cark 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 receive distraction. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her instant marriage."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the adjacent few days, she had a change of scenery and the chance to see up with an old supporter. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales theater director for a global rental car companionship. One of her very best friends from high schooling lived in Southern Golden State and the two rarely missed an opportunity to see one another when they could.
The hotel where Leslie was staying had a bully steak house in the vestibule. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past tense 8:00pm.
Both women were dressed in patronage attire. Black skirts that ended just above the human knee and tailored crown. Jen work a tap silk scarf joint around her neck.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 twelvemonth old cleaning lady. Still very attractive, her eyes were starting to show a few wrinkle and her hips had widened, slightly since the birthing of her two minor. She had rude 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight with gravity. However, she still had very toned legs and arms and her cancel self-assurance was always evident on her side.
The two women hugged and sat down. Leslie got the bartender's attention, pointing to her wine-colored glass and then to Jen.
The looking at of pity on Jen's face was already showing."Don't yield me that look,"Leslie scolded."I'm fine. Really. This married couple 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 true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite sleep together what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a convention and this guy I've known for about a class was there. We had a few crapulence. I ended up in his hotel way. And…you know… That was it."
Jen shook her head word and smiled."You just can't restraint yourself, can you ?"
"With this guy, I really couldn't,"Leslie admitted."He smiled at me and I soaked my scanty. Maybe there's something legal injury with me."
"There's nix wrong with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine-coloured glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge smiling and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a fornicatress,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a small. Things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the Saami thing and find ourselves in the same positions. It became ho-hum and he wasn't volition 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 Wyrd to see you so helpless.'I offered sex outside, in the car, and in a bathroom at a restaurant. Dan felt the risk of getting caught was too high. 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 fill sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to count the number 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 other day is very well with me. And I just take a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm lucky if Jake and I get to birth sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a Cy Young hostess approached the two women."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you ready ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine trash.
"Please observe me,"responded the hostess leading them away from the bar.
The stewardess stopped toward the back 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 postulate two more of these,"Jen said pointing to her near empty methamphetamine.
"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 to a greater extent than that."
Leslie and Jen ordered dinner party and talked about friends, family and the common topics that come up when you get a chance to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two fair sex were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over afters, Jen asked,"Do you remember, in college, when we used to make bold each other to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to back down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your dare were so ‘ vanilla extract,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to stratum without step-in'or ‘ give a guy a reverse job before the end of the day.'”
"well those weren't ‘ vanilla'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much Sir Thomas More appropriate than you."
"I think my front-runner was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to have 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 have got finish, right ? You need to stay fresh pushing the limitation. That's what makes liveliness 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 first crapulence of her quaternary glass of wine.
After a moment of awkward muteness, Jen began to utter."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 geezerhood. I have two kids. I need your stories."
"You're misfortunate,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."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 describe 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 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 vocalization auditory sensation like. Our entirely communication is with soundbox language and eye contact."
"well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a Grade A nympho. Is that even potential ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm sure it's been done."
"So how are you going to carry out this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye inter-group communication with a guy and have him take 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 various fantasies almost as enjoyable as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual fancy she had. mile High night club. substantiation. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while aqualung diving event. 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 best champion, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to recognize that she really did need this ambition to come lawful.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attention."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right wing. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the final stage left over stinker of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another illusion,"Jen said rolling her center."I guess you got a little lost in view there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."wellspring, it looks like my travel vibrator will get a study out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get dwelling, I'm sure there will be a pass wide-cut of dirty looker. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasms,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to bring their handbill."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm glad we got to meet up again. Let me lie with the following sentence you're in town."
"Of course I will,"Leslie assured her.
The host came over with the arrest, but there was a notation on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not let the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and record the note of hand. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to entrust their table and handed the carte du jour to her champion. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the stall behind you. I heard your fancy. 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 little creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so hump,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that expression. You can act all inexperienced person and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy fuck your brains out."
"Do you remember what he looked like ?"Leslie interrupted.
"I don't,"Jen admitted."I wasn't paying aid to anyone around us."
"You know me so well,"Leslie said."This is REALLY hot. Do you fuck how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her head."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The char hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eating house. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the sort out tip. Her mind was racing and, after three endeavor, she told herself,"settee the bill first. Then I'll material body out what to do."She wrote her room routine on the hitch and headed out of the eating house, not trusted 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 queer the small dark green Triangulum of her silk G-string. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wrestle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire strawman area was wet.
She pushed her doll back down."I'm going to have sex him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even clothing step-in ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her jacket in the W.C. and headed out of her room wearing the same mordant chick, snowy blouse, and black sheer thigh highschool stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator and nervously touched the"up"button. When the lift car arrived she was thankful it was empty. She quickly moved in and pressed the"12"push. Coming from the 4th floor, the ride seemed to take quite a yearn sentence. At the 12th floor, there was a"ding"and the room access opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which counseling she needed to go to receive 1275.
There was a notice 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 spunk was pounding so hard she could take heed it in her breast. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her peg were becoming feeble. Finally, she was standing in battlefront of a doorway 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 reliable. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm knocks in the midriff of the doorway. Leslie could learn person approaching from the former side.
"What is this guy going to front like ?"She thought to herself."What if he's horrid ?"For a minute she thought about running back toward the elevator. 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 pes marvellous and had brown middle and curt Brown hairsbreadth. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked Orange River button down shirt that had the collar assailable. Leslie's dear guess on 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 sass. He brought the finger back to his mouthpiece and pressed it against his closed lips. Then the pulled the door back and gestured for Leslie to come into the elbow room.
Once inside, he closed the room access. Leslie stared at the room pickings in the milieu. 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 base next to the t.v. and it was closed. A few suits hung in the open closet next to her.
Leslie turned to front 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 tenacious passionate candy 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 clipping upper berth body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional jock, but he looked very respectable. 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 paw and guided Leslie to her feet. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one apparent motion and then peeled the shoulder strap off her shoulder, revealing her perfect boob.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was fond and he was in command. 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 palpate his cock getting harder in that here and now. The man broke the embracement and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent look, shrugged her shoulders 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 wing for her dame. He found the half zipper on the back and loosened it. Then, quickly, he grabbed Leslie's hip and turned her onto her back.
From here, the man could see Leslie's gorgeous snatch. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her pelvis off the bed to allow the man to remove the habiliment. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees further apart. The man started down at Leslie's svelte snatch lips. She had a lowly triangle shaved into her jet black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that morning.
Leslie's intimate sassing protruded, slightly, and the whole area was glistening wet. The man set one finger on her clit and lightly ran it down the eye of her swollen pussy. At the bottom, he inserted his index digit and Leslie moaned. He pulled it out and started to make a circle around her clitoris. Her branch shook a little with the pure delight she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another second before lying on his venter. His face was now just inches away from Leslie's snatch and he could see the succus running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger's breadth just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a endorse he just stared at the beautiful pinko slit in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his broad knife and began to lick Leslie from the stern of her pussy to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his backtalk worked her over. She started to wrestle so a good deal the man had to put his hand around Leslie's pelvic arch and agitate her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her down, he took her button in his oral cavity and began to breastfeed firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the unhorse resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. The man kept working Leslie's clitoris and, as promised, her puss began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole trunk was shaking as the man continued to imbibe on her clit, bringing her all the way through the herculean sexual climax.
As her dead body began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juice 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 incline 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 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 preferent parts of having sex with someone new. She loved the moment just before a new cock was revealed to her. What would it count like ? Would it be long ? Thick ? Does he keep back himself trimmed ?
Leslie was now on her belly looking up at the man. She grabbed the girdle of his jeans and released the button. She slid the jean down over his hips revealing royal blue pugilist shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her finger around the sash and pulled the flexible out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was nerve to face with what she estimated to be an eight 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 take any hair on them he had trimmed the ease very short.
The man's cock was also relatively duncical. Leslie put out her hand and wrapped it around the rock-and-roll hard staff. She had a lowly hand, 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 signal tongue and placed the tip of the prick on it. She used her tongue to circle the tip for a few seconds and penchant him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few bead of precum beginning to exit his physical structure.
Leslie took his cock into her back talk further. She had about four inches in her backtalk and she started to lightly rub her digit tips over his clod with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the outset speech sound she had heard him stool.
Leslie pulled her oral cavity off his hammer and turned onto her back. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her pegleg and reached for his humanness with an open mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouth.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat about hammer in this stance. With her headway back, her throat was opened and accommodating.
The man soon realized how recondite she could study 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 mouthpiece. 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 breath. His tool 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 turncock 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 decently hand into Leslie's opened kitty-cat and he could finger her moan around him with her full backtalk.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a high pitched muffle squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie sentiment."He's fucking my mouth."
As she was concentrating on what he was doing to her mouth, Leslie didn't realize that another sexual climax had quickly built inside her. Her legs began to didder again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the exact right smear on her clitoris and didn't move his fingerbreadth off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. 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 payload after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a detail, over the twelvemonth, to only unsay bozo that she was in a relationship with. In this case, however, she didn't have much of a pick. She felt he was so far down her pharynx that he was almost dumping he load directly into her stomach.
She was cumming and he was cumming at the same metre. Leslie's thinker went dummy. She couldn't keep open a thought for more than than a back.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her oral cavity and gave her clit one live flick. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her school principal was supported.
The man held up one finger as if to say,"wait."He went into the can for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two moth-eaten 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 turncock.
She cracked open the bottle and began to salute quickly. She didn't realize how thirsty she had become. The man drank his H2O too as his breathing was starting to decelerate. Leslie felt like muteness was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start out eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the illusion is to not hear you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottleful of pee. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the can once again.
After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairperson and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to arrive juncture him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his speed leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his fingerbreadth over her pussy backtalk. She reached down and grabbed his cock which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie thought."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy rim with two fingers and pushed them into her. He found Leslie's G spot and began to massage it with his middle finger. As Leslie let out a soft moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left wing paw on Leslie's bureau. His hands were running over her soft but firmly chest.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a long prison term 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 peter in the small of her rachis.
When they got to the bed, the man put his bridge player under Leslie's limb 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 nominal head of him.
The man paused just a second to exact in the mantrap that was in front 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 little anxious about the size of the man's cock. 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 purulent and inserted the first three inches of his severe tool.
Leslie rolled her eyes with pleasure and let out a groan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's bridge player instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breaths and placed her hand back down on the bed.
The man then pushed the residue of himself into Leslie."Oh yeah,"Leslie moaned. The man held himself completely inside her as Leslie's most intimate muscles stretched to accommodate him.
He slowly pulled back and looked down to see his hammer 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 match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so serious,"Leslie said in the throe of go.
Leslie reached between her legs and cupped the man's ballock as he was fucking her. He let out a deep moan and Leslie knew what she was doing. She turned her forefront 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 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 prick. Leslie placed the tip at her wet opening and sat down on the man taking all of him into her.
Leslie was grinding her hips down into her new fan and he placed his hands around her waistline. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could recount this wasn't going to last a great deal longer. Leslie knew exactly what she was doing and she was a wild animal. She closed her centre and concentrated on massive cock inside her. She felt so good and debase, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The touch sensation were coming so quickly and she started to lose ascendance. In a matter of irregular, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third coming of the night. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and lunge her pegleg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy next to his face. She took his cock into her lip and massaged his nut. After just a few bit, the man tensed and he began to shoot another load into Leslie's mouth. This time, Leslie didn't give a secondly thought to swallowing him. He tasted so good and had gotten her off three sentence this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every last bead of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her drumhead on his leg just inch away from his now softening cock. Neither of them wanted to move for a few minutes. When they collected their hint, the man stuck out his tongue and gave her sweet twat one quick 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 next to her and headed into the john. Leslie began to slowly get dressed. She was now realizing how exhausted she actually was.
When the man came out of the lavatory, Leslie was adjusting her wench and looking in the mirror. She knew there was no way to make it front like she had not just been fucked. Her haircloth was a peck. Her impertinence were flushed and she couldn't keep a perpetual smiling off her cheek.
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 fuck what to do. This man was kicking her out. Not even an offer to pass the night. As she turned away and started to walk down the residence, 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 nonentity see her in her freshly have a go at it state .