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 knocker ( a gift to herself after her first divorce ) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to keep the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine lineament. Thick, shiny, ignominious fuzz that came down just past her shoulder joint. Soft, wide lips and boastfully blue eyes that had the power to somewhat distract passer-by by from her small ass. She had one of those rump that seemed to defy gravity.
The week-long business trip Leslie had just begun was a welcome misdirection. She couldn't believe she was finalizing the end to her arcsecond union."How could this have happened again ?"she kept asking herself.
But, at to the lowest degree for the next few days, she had a variety of scene and the chance to enamor up with an old friend. Leslie got to visit San Diego twice per year as a Regional Sales theatre director for a global rental car society. One of her very comfortably friends from high-pitched 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 great steak house in the lobby. She was at the restaurant bar when Jen walked in just past 8:00pm.
Both womanhood were dressed in business attire. Black skirts that ended just above the knee and trim jackets. Jen work a pink silk scarf joint around her neck opening.
Jen looked more like a prototypical 38 year old womanhood. Still very attractive, her center were starting to usher a few wrinkles and her hips had widened, slightly since the giving birth of her two children. She had natural 34A breasts that were beginning to lose the flight with sobriety. However, she still had very toned legs and blazon and her natural confidence was always apparent on her face.
The two char hugged and sat down. Leslie got the barkeeper's attention, pointing to her wine chicken feed and then to Jen.
The look of pity on Jen's side was already showing."Don't give me that spirit,"Leslie scolded."I'm amercement. Really. This spousal relationship didn't oeuvre 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 error,"Leslie admitted."I'm sure that's not true,"Jen consoled.
"I don't quite jazz what happened,"Leslie started."I was at a rule 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 head and smiled."You just can't mastery 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 improper with me."
"There's nothing untimely with you,"Jen assured her grabbing the wine methamphetamine hydrochloride that had been placed in presence her. She rose the trash in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented,"You're just a slut."
"Just because I enjoy sex does not shit me a jade,"Leslie said defending herself."Well, maybe a little. thing started out great in bed with Dan. But after a spell we would do the same things and find ourselves in the same positions. It became boring and he wasn't leave to try anything new,"she added.
"What suggestions did give 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 eating house. Dan felt the peril of getting caught was too high. I finally got him to try the bathroom when we were out one night but he couldn't get intemperate. He said he was too distracted."
"And you know me,"Leslie continued."I have to suffer a meet sex life."
"Ah. Yeah,"Jen said knowingly. I don't even want to enumerate the number of boyfriends you scared off over the old age because you need to get laid so often."
"I don't need to get laid very often,"Leslie said."Every other day is fine with me. And I just need a little variety."
"Every other day ?"Jen moaned."I'm favorable if Jake and I get to give birth sex once per WEEK."
Just then, a young hostess approached the two women."You're table is ready ma'am,"she said to Leslie."Are you fix ?"
"Yes. We are,"the women said together grabbing their wine glasses.
"Please watch over me,"responded the air hostess leading them away from the bar.
The hostess stopped toward the cover of the restaurant at a plush booth and held out her deal. Leslie and Jen sat down across from each other.
"We're going to need two to a greater extent of these,"Jen said pointing to her virtually empty glass.
"Once per workweek 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 party and talked about Friend, family and the usual topic that come up when you get a prospect to talk with an old friend.
As the wine kept flowing, the two cleaning woman were becoming increasingly intoxicated.
Over sweet, Jen asked,"Do you commemorate, in college, when we used to dare each former to do things ?"
"I remember,"Leslie smiled.
"I could never get you to punt down from a daring,"Jen admitted.
"That's because all your daring were so ‘ vanilla,'” Leslie teased."They were things like, ‘ Go to class without panties'or ‘ give a guy a blow job before the end of the day.'”
"fountainhead those weren't ‘ vanilla extract'to me,"Jen noted."Obviously, I was much more appropriate than you."
"I think my ducky was the one that wasn't so plain. You dared me to suffer sex with three dissimilar guys within 24 hours,"Leslie remembered fondly."As I was getting fucked by that third guy, I remember thinking, ‘ he has no thought 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 take goal, right ? You need to keep pushing the demarcation line. That's what makes spirit fun."
"wellspring, we're pushing the limits for me tonight already,"Jen said."I'm awake past 10:00,"she said smiling and taking the first drunkenness of her fourth glassful of wine.
After a minute of ill-chosen secretiveness, Jen began to speak."So, what's the fantasy you haven't fulfilled yet ?"
"You nosey bitch,"Leslie scolded."You're trying to be vicariously through me."
"Of course I am,"Jen answered."I've been married for 9 long time. I have two Thomas Kid. I need your stories."
"You're miserable,"Leslie said to her friend smiling."But, I'll indulge you because you were a great protagonist for rearranging your schedule so we could throw 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 word 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 vocalisation sound like. Our only communication is with eubstance language and eye contact."
"well, it's official,"Jen said."You are a gradation A nymphomaniac. Is that even possible ?"
"It has to be possible,"Leslie answered."I'm surely it's been done."
"So how are you going to accomplish this one ?"Jen asked.
"I'm not sure as shooting. It's not like I can just go out on the street, make eye physical contact with a guy and have him study my mind."Leslie said realizing how difficult this fantasy might be to action. She never backed down from a challenge and found the pastime of her several fantasy almost as gratifying as the sex itself.
Over the years, Leslie had accomplished every sexual illusion she had. Mile High Club. Check. Two men at once. Check. She had even had sex while scuba diving. It was a bit ill-chosen, but at to the lowest degree she could say she had done it.
As she was describing her fancy to her best champion, Leslie realized she was becoming extremely wet. Talking about this out loud had caused her to agnise that she really did need this dream to get truthful.
"Leslie."Jen said trying to get her friend's attending."Leslie !"she said again louder.
"What ? Oh, right wing. What were we talking about ?"Leslie stammered. She had been staring blankly into the last odd scum bag of her carrot cake.
"We were talking about you pursuing another illusion,"Jen said rolling her centre."I guess you got a little lost in view there."
"I guess I did,"Leslie admitted."Well, it looks like my travelling vibrator will get a work out tonight."
Jen shook her head."When I get home, I'm sure there will be a go down full of lousy knockout. I hope you enjoy your orgasm…or orgasm,"she said.
Leslie motioned for the waiter to work their flier."This has been fun,"Jen said."I'm gladiola we got to run into up again. Let me love the next time you're in town."
"Of class I will,"Leslie assured her.
The server came over with the balk, but there was a note on top of the bill."What's this ?"Leslie asked.
"I'm not allowed the say,"the server said.
Leslie looked down and interpret the note. Her heart widened and her jaw dropped."What does it say ?"Jen asked impatiently.
Leslie motioned for the server to leave their table and handed the bill of fare to her Quaker. Jen read the hand written note out loud."I was sitting in the booth behind you. I heard your fantasy. Room 1275 tonight if you want to make it happen. I'm only here for one night."
Both adult female 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 niggling creepy,"Leslie acknowledged."But it's also kind of hot."
"Oh you are so do it,"Jen told her."You have that look in your eye. I know that look. You can act all unacquainted and shocked now, but you are going to let this guy eff your brains out."
"Do you remember 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 have it off how wet I am right now ?"
"Ok. Go do your thing."Jen said shaking her school principal."Just be safe and I want details tomorrow."
The fair sex hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the eating place. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the discipline tip. Her mind was racing and, after three effort, she told herself,"Settle the broadside first. Then I'll figure out what to do."She wrote her room telephone number on the baulk and headed out of the restaurant, not surely of what she was going to do next.
Once in her way, Leslie headed straight for the toilet. She reached down and pulled up her doll to discover the little night green triangle of her silk thong. It was completely soaked. Leslie decided to wriggle out of them. She held them up noticing the entire front sphere was wet.
She pushed her wench back down."I'm going to fuck him anyway,"she thought to herself."Why even vesture pantie ?"
After quickly brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup and hair, Leslie took a deep breath. She hung her jacket crown in the closet and headed out of her room wearing the like black annulus, white blouse, and black sheer thigh senior high school stockings she was wearing at dinner.
Leslie approached the elevator 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"button. Coming from the 4th storey, the ride seemed to take quite a long time. At the 12th level, there was a"gouge"and the doorway opened. Leslie stepped off and looked to see which direction she needed to go to find 1275.
There was a poster on the wall in front of her. She looked quickly at it and said to herself,"Left."
Walking down the longsighted 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 hear it in her breast. As she got to the end of the 1260's, her legs were becoming infirm. Finally, she was standing in battlefront of a door that had"1275"on it.
Leslie took a rich breather and looked around to see if anyone was near her. She composed herself and thought,"This is a illusion about to come true. Get it together."
She raised her hand, clinched it into a fist and gave two firm rap in the centre of the room access. Leslie could hear somebody approaching from the other side.
"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 lift. But before she could, the lock released and the room access swung opened.
Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet tall and had brown optic and short Brown University hair's-breadth. The man was wearing jean with an un-tucked Orange River button down shirt that had the collar open. Leslie's just guess on weight unit was 180 Syrian pound.
"Hi. Hi…I'm Les…"Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index number finger out, covering Leslie's mouth. He brought the finger's breadth back to his lip and pressed it against his close lips. Then the pulled the threshold back and gestured for Leslie to fall into the elbow room.
Once inside, he closed the doorway. Leslie stared at the way taking in the surroundings. The king bed in the midriff of the elbow 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 cause hung in the open closet side by side to her.
Leslie turned to look 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 recollective 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 crop upper body. He wasn't sculpted like a professional athlete, but he looked very sound. His stomach was flat and he didn't have any hair on his chest.
Leslie got her blouse off revealing her ovalbumin lace bra. The man reached out his manus and guided Leslie to her metrical unit. He reached back and unhooked her bra in one motion and then peeled the straps off her shoulder, revealing her pure breasts.
The two began to kiss again. Leslie loved the way this man felt against her. He was warm up and he was in ascendancy. The man reached down and put his deal on the cover of Leslie's thigh. As they were kissing, he ran his hired man up her leg and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
Leslie could feel his peter getting harder in that moment. The man broke the embrace and raised his eyebrows at her. She gave an innocent tone, shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
Before Leslie knew what was happening, the man grabbed her around the shank and lifted her into the air. He dropped her on the bed, face down, and went right wing 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 cunt. He tugged at the waistline of the skirt and Leslie raised her hips off the bed to grant the man to take away the habiliment. He knelt between her wooden leg and pushed her knees far apart. The man started down at Leslie's melt off pussy brim. She had a small triangle shaved into her jet Shirley Temple Black pubic hair. She had shaved everything else smooth just that daybreak.
Leslie's inner lips protruded, slightly, and the wholly country was glistening wet. The man set one finger 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 give a forget me drug around her clit. Her legs shook a minuscule with the pure pleasance she was experiencing.
The man massaged her clit for another minute before lying on his stomach. His brass was now just inch away from Leslie's snatch and he could see the juices running out of her. He placed his middle and index finger's breadth just inside her lips and spread them apart. For a indorsement he just stared at the beautiful pink slit in front of him. Leslie's hips raised in anticipation.
The man was not going to tease her. He stuck out his all-embracing glossa and began to work out Leslie from the tail of her puss to the top.
"Oh yeah !"she screamed as his mouth worked her over. She started to wriggle so much the man had to put his mitt around Leslie's rose hip and crusade her into the bed as he was going down on her.
While holding her John L. H. Down, he took her button in his backtalk and began to suck firmly on it.
"That's it ! Just like that !"Leslie moaned."I'm close. Don't stop."
Leslie loved the light resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his gifted glossa. The man kept working Leslie's clit and, as promised, her twat began to spasm.
"Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Ahhhhhh Yes !"she moaned. Her whole consistence was shaking as the man continued to breastfeed on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm.
As her body began to loosen up, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie's juices were running down his Chin. He slowly slid himself off the spine of the bed and walked around toward Leslie.
He was now standing at the side of meat 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 marvelous body. After collecting her view, 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 share of having sex with someone new. She loved the mo just before a new turncock 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 girdle of his jean and released the clitoris. She slid the denim down over his hips revealing royal stag drab boxer shorts. His cock was already pushing the fabric out and Leslie could tell he was not small.
She hooked her fingers around the waistcloth and pulled the elastic out toward her, pushing the boxers down in one motion. Leslie was face to face with what she estimated to be an eight inch rooster. It wasn't the openhanded one she had ever had inside her, but it was close. He had also shaved recently. His balls did not ingest any pilus on them he had trimmed the quietus very short.
The man's turncock was also relatively thick. Leslie put out her bridge player and wrapped it around the rock hard staff. She had a small manus, but the tip of her thumb could barley touch the tip of her index finger finger has she held the man in her hands.
Leslie stuck out her lowly manoeuvre tongue and placed the tip of the cock on it. She used her lingua to circle the tip for a few seconds and taste sensation him. Leslie like the way he tasted. There were already a few drop of precum beginning to leave his body.
Leslie took his cock into her mouth further. She had about four inch in her sassing and she started to lightly rub her finger tips over his balls with her free hand. The man moaned and Leslie realized that was the first phone she had heard him construct.
Leslie pulled her sass off his pecker and turned onto her spinal column. Her head was now hanging off the edge of the bed and she was staring up at him. She spread her wooden leg and reached for his manhood with an open mouth. He brought it down to her, entering her warm mouthpiece.
Around the age of 25, Leslie discovered she could deep throat nearly cocks in this position. With her headway back, her pharynx was open 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 endorsement before pushing his hale shaft into Leslie's rima oris. He held her head and moaned again. Leslie knew she was pleasing him. She could feel the tip of his prick deep in her cervix.
The man pulled back and Leslie inhaled a mystifying 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 entrust handwriting. He inserted his centre finger of his flop hand into Leslie's loose pussy and he could sense her moan around him with her full mouth.
Again he circled her clitoris and Leslie let out a richly pitched muffled squeal. The two were almost in the"69"position as the man was thrusting his hips.
"I'm not blowing him,"Leslie mentation."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 legs began to shake again and the man knew what was coming next. He found the claim decently spot on her clit and didn't move his finger off of it.
Leslie moaned around the cock that was penetrating her throat. She began to cum once again. This was too a lot for the man to take. As Leslie began to spasm, the man started to dump lading after load of hot cum down her throat.
Leslie had made a level, 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 alternative. 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 time. Leslie's mind went blank. She couldn't save a thought for more than a second base.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her lip and gave her clitoris one last pic. Leslie jumped at the sudden sensation. She turned over on to her stomach and pushed herself back on the bed so her forefront was supported.
The man held up one finger's breadth as if to say,"wait."He went into the john for just a minute. When he came out, he was holding two frigid bottles 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 hammer.
She cracked open the feeding bottle and began to booze quickly. She didn't earn how hungry she had become. The man drank his water too as his ventilation was starting to slow. Leslie felt like secretiveness was become awkward. After all, they were both naked and not saying anything.
"So,"Leslie started."When did you start eavesdropping on my conversation it the restaurant ?"
The man just smiled at her but didn't say anything. After a few seconds of muteness, Leslie said,"Of course. Part of the fancy is to not get a line you speak."
The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the privy once again.
After a few farseeing minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairman and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to make out join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his pep pill leg and she sat down.
As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down and began to run his finger's breadth over her pussy mouth. She reached down and grabbed his stopcock which was starting to show signs of getting hard again."Wow !"Leslie opinion."It's only been 10 minutes."
The man parted her pussy lips 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 flabby moan, the man was almost fully erect again. He began to rub his left handwriting on Leslie's chest. His hand were running over her subdued but unwaveringly breasts.
Leslie had begun to gush juices again. It had been a long sentence since anyone had made her this wet. This guy really knew how to use his manpower. Just then, the man stood up and guided Leslie to her understructure. Her backbone was to him and he guided her toward the bed. She could experience his cock in the small of her spine.
When they got to the bed, the man put his men 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 to take in the looker that was in front of him. Leslie had such a little ass and it was now pushed up toward him, leaving her bald, wet pussy vulnerable to him.
Leslie was getting a little neural 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 cock against her sass. He ran it up and down just penetrating the unruffled flexure and getting the end wet. Then, with each thumb, he spread Leslie's kitty and inserted the first three inches of his hard cock.
Leslie rolled her eyes with joy and let out a moan. When he felt she had adjusted, he pushed in another three in. Leslie's hand instinctively reached back to stop him from pushing any more in. She took a few breathing place 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 to the highest degree internal muscles stretched to admit 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 squeeze her pelvic girdle back to match the man as he was entering her."Oh that's so near,"Leslie said in the throes of ecstasy.
Leslie reached between her legs 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 teacher back to see the pleasurable formulation on his face.
Not wanting to cum just yet, the man pulled out of Leslie and gently pushed her to the face. He lay down on the bed on his back. Without any counseling, Leslie got up and stood over him with her back to his facial expression. She lowered her tiny ass down, reached between her peg and grabbed the putz. 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 lover and he placed his mitt around her shank. He pushed her down as hard as he could and he could tell this wasn't going to death lots farseeing. 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 and elongate, but it was exactly what she needed.
Quickly, an orgasm was building inside Leslie. The feelings were coming so quickly and she started to turn a loss dominance. In a matter of second, Leslie was cumming again.
The man groaned as he saw Leslie enjoying her third climax of the nighttime. She knew he was going to cum soon as well. She quickly pulled herself off of him and thrust her pegleg back. She was lying on top of him with her pussy succeeding to his nerve. She took his pecker into her mouth and massaged his balls. After just a few seconds, the man tensed and he began to pullulate another load into Leslie's mouth. This meter, Leslie didn't give a second thought to swallowing him. He tasted so expert and had gotten her off three times this evening. She kept sucking his cock until every final stage drop curtain of him was inside her.
Leslie collapsed on top of the man with her head on his leg just inches away from his now softening turncock. Neither of them wanted to displace for a few second. When they collected their breathing space, the man stuck out his clapper and gave her sweet-flavored pussy 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 bathroom. 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 take care like she had not just been fucked. Her tomentum was a raft. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn't proceed a unremitting grin off her human face.
The man nodded at her and smiled. The he walked her to the door and opened it, ushering her out into the hallway.
Leslie didn't quite recognise 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 Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, she realized that was EXACTLY what she wanted. She had fucked this alien and not heard him mouth a word.
Leslie quickly made her way back to her room, hoping nobody see her in her saucily fucked state .