In 2014 I was traveling quite a bit from the East Coast to California for business trips. My marriage was going through a rocky patch, and I was usually making some questionable decisions while traveling, meanwhile calling myself “separated” while I was in another timezone. Shady, yup, I know.
I’m a decent enough looking guy, pretty short though, 5’8 and very fit, a thick 8″ cock (post history if that’s your thing) and with my long hair it’s pretty obvious to most people that I’m a surfer. If you dropped me in a bar in Baltimore, I’d be a god, but in California I tend to blend in a little.
One particular trip, I was eating breakfast in the hotel patio when a gorgeous woman came floating through the breakfast buffet line. She was short and thin, about 5’2 with long dark hair, and a tan complexion. Truthfully I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, as she looked amazing in her yoga pants and flowing t shirt. If I had to compare her to a celeb, I’d say Evangeline Lily, with a smile more like Carly Simon.
With a plate of breakfast, she began scanning the outside patio area for an open seat, and started walking directly toward me. I was wearing dark sunglasses, so I felt safe to keep my eyes locked on her as she crossed the patio. I tried to keep cool, but I’m almost certain there was a slight smirk on my face.
There were no available tables, so she asked if she could sit on the bench with me where I was balancing breakfast on my lap. Obviously I agreed to her joining me.
We chatted a bit about the reason for our trips, work for me and for her, a bah-mitzvah. She was 10 years older than me, 44 at the time, but like me could easily pass for much younger. We were both separated from our spouses and in CA pretty much alone. I really did have to get to work, so I said, “We should grab a drink tonight,” and left her my number on a napkin. Then I walked away.
By lunch I hadn’t heard anything, so I figured she just needed a place to eat. My work got busy, and I mostly ignored my phone. Around 4pm, I saw that I had missed a text from her a few hours earlier, just saying “Hey, let’s get that drink tonight. I probably won’t be free until 7 or 8”. I texted back and agreed on 8pm at the busy bar right next to the hotel.
Fast forward to 8, I was sitting at the bar counter and my eyes catch “T” walking down the sidewalk and in the door of the bar. Fuck, this girl is hot when she’s dressed for a Friday night! As she hugs me at the bar, I can tell immediately that she’s had a few drinks at her party. She’s in a fairly short black dress with obviously no bra, as I can see the nipples on her firm B-Cups pointing through the dress, seemingly begging for attention. My thoughts are confirmed when I see her bra tucked into her small purse.
We talk for a while over a few drinks, and the conversation turns a bit sexual:
T – “Two of my girlfriends I met on my last trip here are meeting me in an hour or two, you should totally go for <girl1> because she already said she just wants to get laid tonight. I hear she’s good in bed too.”
Me – “Ahhh yeah, I’m not just looking for a willing person, when I see what I want, I go for it”
T – “Is that why you asked to go for drinks tonight”
Me – “Yes”
T stared into my eyes for a bit, examining the confidence I was desperately trying to exude. It felt like an eternity passed before I bit my lower lip and slowly went in for a kiss.
T kissed me back, hard.
T – “Come on, lets go meet my friends”
The next hour or two was spent trying to talk to T’s friends while simultaneously sneaking lustful glances at T, grabbing her ass when I had the opportunity, and kissing her again by the bathrooms when she followed me that way.
Eventually the friends knowingly sent us on our way to “check out the pool at the hotel” even though we were all pretty sure it was closed.
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When the hotel door closed behind us, T kissed me hard, pushing me back against the wall. She struggled with the buttons on my shirt.
Me – “Rip it off!”
T – “Seriously?”
Me – “Yes”
I think this triggered something in T, because at this point she was insatiable. She ripped the buttons from my shirt and threw it across the room, undid my belt, and devoured my cock into her mouth.
T bobbed her head up and down on my cock, alternating deepthroating, and pulling it out to rub all over her face. She must have been as hungry for me as I was for her because she sucked like she was madly infatuated with this cock.
After a few minutes of the pornstar treatment, I couldn’t handle T’s BJ any longer, so I pushed her off, and sat her down on the bed, beginning to unwrap this beauty from her Friday-night party clothes. First I pulled her dress from her shoulders and allowed the thin straps to slide slowly down her arms, gently exposing each of her breasts. T’s B-cups may have looked small on another woman, but their perkiness, along with her funsized frame, caused me to step back and take in her beauty before finally getting my drooling mouth onto her breasts, alternating between kisses and gently sucking and biting her nipples.
Moving down her stomach, I slid T’s dress the rest of the way off and again took a moment to admire her in her tiny black thong. Kissing along her hips, I gently removed her thong and was greeted by the smoothest pussy I have ever seen in my life. She later told me she had done laser hair removal from the waist down. My mouth was literally watering by the time my tongue met her lips, parting them gently, tasting her, teasing her by closing in on her clit and slowing down, only to circle around and tease her again. By the time I let my tongue drag across T’s clit, she moaned audibly, effectively approving of my efforts. I continued to work on and around T’s clit until she pushed me back and said, “Fuck me.”
I jumped up and pulled out a condom, quickly rolling it on as T laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Kneeling before her, I directed the head to part her lips, and slid up and down, alternating between gentling entering with just the head and rubbing the shaft with more pressure on her clit. During one of those passes as I was slipping the head in gently, T made a swift move with her arms and legs to pull me deep inside of her and we both moaned in approval.
I slid back and forth, in and out of T, enjoying her pussy until she abruptly pushed me off, grabbing my cock as she clawed the condom off and slid it back inside her willing pussy.
Me – “T, what are you do… oh god. oh god. oh T!”
T’s lasered pussy was literally the best feeling of my life. I knew I shouldn’t be fucking her without a condom, but I couldn’t stop at this point if I had wanted to. And I did not want to stop.
After a few minutes, T pulled me in close and whispered in my ear “I want to ride you before you cum”
I fell back onto the bed, and she climbed with her small frame on top of me, and gently lowered herself onto my cock, grabbing it with one hand to guide it and balancing with her other hand on my chest.
I knew I wouldn’t last long here, and after a few minutes T recognized that in my breathing as well. She laid back, pulling me back on top and telling me to fuck her hard. I fucked T literally as hard as I thought I could safely do, with her screams and fingernails giving me intense feedback on her levels of pleasure.
As I was getting close, T again whispered in my ear, “I want you to cum in me”
At this point, I didn’t really know what to think, but I had previously had a vasectomy, so I thought why not, and slammed my cock to the base inside T’s pussy and pumped wave after wave of cum deep inside her.
T and I fucked over and over again that night for about 4 hours until we passed out, with me cumming inside her every time. Sadly I had a plane to catch early, and left the hotel room before the sun came up to rush to the airport. As I sat in the terminal awaiting my flight to board, I was still able to feel T’s pussy around my cock, thinking back on how crazy of a night this had been.
1 week later, T called me saying, “I had a really good time in CA, and I don’t want that to be the last time I see you. Whatever this is, I don’t want it to be done yet. Just one thing I really need to tell you, I’m still married.”
Me – “Same.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/isryc8/we_should_grab_a_drink_tonight_mf
Goddamn. What a tantalising way to end. Hope there is more.