I visit several cities on regularly scheduled business trips, eat at many of the same restaurants and stay in familiar hotels consistently. Eating out one evening I noticed two attractive women seated near me, both in their 30’s and just finished with their meals. One was leaving and the other waited a couple minutes before getting up to leave. As she passed by my table I stood up and she paused to see what I wanted. I brazenly asked if she’d like to share an after-dinner drink with me. I expected to hear “no thanks'” but instead she looked at me for a moment, nodded yes and I pulled the chair out for her to sit down with me.
“Who are you” she said when she sat, and “do you often ask women you’ve never met to join you? What made you think I’d be interested?”
“I’m Scott, and I just started traveling here for business, some new responsibility for me. The idea to ask you literally just struck me when I saw you and your friend over there, I thought what the heck. When you travel you have time on your hands, and when you’re not working, it’s a solitary life. True statements. What is it about the offer that made you accept?”
“Good question” she said, “are you going to buy me a drink, or not? And why me instead of my friend? Do I look to you like I’m easy?”
“No you don’t, not at all, bet a man can hope. You look so nice that I figured it was worth the shot.” I responded that it took a minute for me to arrange my thoughts and decide and by that time her friend had passed by me. Beside that, I told her I thought she was more attractive, so I went for it. And when the waiter stopped by, we ordered.
Charlene married an older man that traveled for work 80% of the time, no children. She kept herself busy working a little and involved in the community. Because she so willingly accepted my offer, I felt there might be an opportunity for fun when she handed me her phone number and said that I could call her. In planning my next trip, I called her a week ahead of time to see if her Thursday afternoon was open or booked. “It’s booked now, can you give me a call when you want to meet?”
When Thursday arrived, I had meetings in the morning and for dinner, but kept the afternoon free. We set a time to meet for coffee at 2 pm and when I arrived to pick her up, I was surprised to be greeted by this lovely woman at the door wearing a sheer robe and heels, with who knows what surprise underneath. “We can have coffee here,” was more an invitation than suggestion as she opened the door to let me in.
Seated in the living room she asked if I’d like coffee, or something else. We settled on scotch and she returned with two full tumblers. I stood close and asked if she would sit on my lap as we sipped whisky together. She set herself down on my left leg and I pulled her by the waist to be closer to me. Talking and drinking I nuzzled her neck and used my free hand to slide up and between her thighs, meeting just modest resistance. Turns out we were both horny and hot for this afternoon encounter, and soon the tumblers were downed on the table and we were priming ourselves to fuck. After 10 minutes of this, I was ready, knowing she was prepared to give it away and I stood up, untying her robe to let it fall to the floor and sliding her sexy camisole and panties off as well. I took a minute to drink in the view, running my hands on her hips and up her torso to caress her gorgeous breasts.
Charlene’s a tall brunette, with large naturals that had just a little sag to them. A trim waist above wide feminine hips and a neatly trimmed pussy made me shake a little, and after a couple more kisses, I moved her nakedness along into the dining room and asked if she’d ever fucked there. She giggled and said no, she hadn’t been fucked there, and in fact, she hadn’t been fucked anywhere for some time, “so why not here?”
I undressed and my cock sprung free. We kissed again and I probed her wet pussy with hands and fingers before I turned her around and bent her over the table, face down and ass exposed, A couple minutes with my tongue glued to her delicious slit, I stood up, slipped a condom on and lubed myself with her juices before I pushed into her and started punching the ticket of this hot mature woman. As I pounded her into the table, she pushed herself back into me with every thrust, each of us noisy. I was hitting into her depths and the condom gave me staying power I would not otherwise have. We fucked hard, me shifting her legs and body ever so slightly a few times, keeping her head down and pinned against the table throughout. At one point I had both hands in her hair pulling back as she took me in her tight, wet hole. Through the sex, she moaned and told me she had not been “fucked like this since before I was married!”
Her flow ran down the inside of her legs and I used that lube on her asshole, pushing my thumb deep and prompting her orgasm as I fucked her still. I was close and asked if she would take me in her mouth to finish. A couple minutes later, on her knees in front of me she was licking her luscious lips as I pulled out, her mouth full of my cum. Soon after, we were napping naked on her bed.
I had to leave at 4, but we talked on the bed for a bit before that. She said she had not thanked me for the drink that night and was glad I took the shot and we followed through. I asked if she wanted another drink that evening, after my work commitment. She agreed to meet me at my hotel, but that’s a story for later.
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