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.