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I have to set the scene for this story because it does relate to a later part, so forgive me for taking up time and space to describe a hotel.
When you get out of the shuttle bus at the Hilton Atlanta Airport hotel, you walk into an area on the ground floor that has a bar “The Finish Line” on one side, a restaurant and meeting rooms on the other. Between the two of them is the escalator that takes you upstairs to the registration desk. OK, I’m done the description now.
One evening, I went down to The Finish Line to get something to eat. The place was crowded and extremely noisy. I walked around looking for a good TV vantage point but couldn’t find one. As it turned out, the only channels on were showing NBA, but I was really looking for a sport to watch 🙂
I couldn’t find anything in the main room, so I came back out to the entrance area where I found a round table for only two or three people. I sat down to get something to eat, but I only ordered a Diet Coke to get started. I figured with a six-pack of Coors up in my room, I wasn’t going to take out a mortgage to buy a beer in their bar.
As I was sitting there pretending to look over the menu and nursing my Coke, I looked to my left when in walked this lady. I checked her out and discovered one of the most beautiful asses walking away from me into the main room. I couldn’t and didn’t want to see any more of her than that because her ass had me mesmorized. I watched her until she got out of sight. She was doing what I had done earlier–looking for a place to sit.
About two minutes later, I saw her heading back out to my area and got to see her face, which was very pretty–not stunning, but pretty. She had a pretty good rack under her red blouse and I could detect a black bra holding up her tits.
“This place is nuts!!,” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, I know. I couldn’t find anywhere to sit either. I’ll share my table if you want.” I said to her.
“Thanks. That’s very sweet of you.” she said as she sat down.
“Why is it so crowded tonight? Something special going on or is it always like this?” she asked me.
I told her I didn’t know because I was just visiting Atlanta for the next three days. She told me that she was, too and that she was from Midland, Michigan. The waiter came around and offered her a menu and asked her what she wanted from the bar. She chose a Diet Coke and started to look at the menu.
“Diet Coke. Great minds think alike,” I said. She told me that she wasn’t sure what she wanted to drink because she didn’t know what she wanted to eat.
“It’s so noisy in here that it’s hard to have a conversation let alone enjoy eating.” she commented.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I was thinking about ordering something and taking it upstairs. I have a cold six-pack in the fridge and I could eat there in peace and quiet.” I said.
“What a great idea. Would you like some company? I’ll order something and join you if you want to share the peace.”
I really wanted to say, “Are you fucking nuts? Of course I want you to join me.” but I didn’t want to give away my exuberance in spending time with this hottie.
So, we both ordered burger and fries; and while we were waiting for the food, we finished our Coke and learned a little more about each other. She told me she was married but not a fanatic about it, had a ten-year-old son, worked as an insurance broker, and loved getting out of small-town Midland. She hadn’t been to Atlanta before but I had been, so we talked about being tourists on Saturday. She said that she had to go back home on a Saturday flight, and that really disappointed me. As you know, airfare is cheaper when you stay over a Saturday, so that was the reason why I didn’t go home on Friday. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t make flight arrangements to Ottawa anyway.
The food came, and we left the bar. We walked out to the escalator and I let her go first and I stood on the stair behind her. What a beautiful view I got of her ass, and I know that she was shifting positions on the stairs to give me different perspectives of it. It was nice and tight and accented by the stripes in her tight dress pants. I was spending more time staring up the steps instead of stepping up the stairs and I was hoping that the drool would dry off my sweater by the time I got off the escalator.
When we got to the top, I told her my room number but she suggested something different.
“Why don’t you give me the food and I’ll take it to my room while you get the beer from your fridge. That way, I’ll have a chance to change from these clothes. I had them on all day. I’m one floor up in 615. I’m Michelle, by the way.”
I told her who I was and that I didn’t want her to change because she looked good to me. Although I didn’t tell her, I liked the way her bod looked in those clothes, but I didn’t want her to think I had something in mind by dragging out the issue.
I went to my room, washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth. For good measure, I pulled casino siteleri my pants down and washed my genitals with a face cloth from the shower. If I were going to have any sexual interaction with her, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by being unclean anywhere. I grabbed the beer from the fridge along with the plastic glasses (pretty cheap for a Hilton, don’t you think?) and walked down the one flight of stairs to her room.
I tapped on the door and she opened it up and just about made me cum in my pants. She had on a red slik top that came as far as her hips and a pair of red bikini panties under it. She also wore a red bra. I didn’t know where to look because she was gorgeous everywhere.
“Pick up your tongue and come in,” she said.
“I normally don’t dress like this for strangers, but I wasn’t planning to entertain in my room and I had only two other choices: Wear the same old clothes I had on earlier or wear the formal business suit that I have to wear to the meeting tomorrow. Are you okay with this? Judging by your reaction, I’d say that you are.”
“You are the most gorgeous sight I ever could have imagined meeting me at the door. You are absolutely stunning, Michelle.”
We sat down on the settee so we could share the coffee table. I got up to get us a beer, but she said that she had brought a bottle of wine from home and would like that instead. So, I took the bottle back over to where we were sitting.
“I’ve got to watch how much of that stuff I drink because it has an adverse affect on me,” she said.
“Does it make you sick or drunk? I asked.
“Well, sometimes I get dizzy and sometimes I get tipsy but if I have food in my stomach, I usually don’t feel anything.” she explained.
We ate and talked and share stories with each other. As I began to feel more comfortable with her, I found myself staring at her more often. Then, as an investigative technique, I started to get a little more personal and sexual.
“Your outfit is beautiful, Michelle. It really shows off your fine body.” I began.
“Thanks, Bruce. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, so it didn’t bother me to wear it for you. The story of my other clothes was just an excuse for wearing this. I’m glad you like it? What part attracts you most?”
“Wow, everything. I guess if I could choose only one part, it would be the top because it stops just far enough to highlight your lovely legs.” I told her. I really didn’t want to talk about her tits because that would have been too obvious an answer.
“My legs, huh? I would have taken you for an ass man or maybe even a boob man.” she said as she stretched out her legs and spread them out a bit.
“As a matter of fact, it was your ass that first attracted me, Michelle, but now I see there isn’t one part that is deficient. Your boobs look fantastic under that top.” I said with a growing hard-on.
“Thanks for the compliment. I love showing off by body to people because I can get off on it. See, this is what my boobs look like.” as she stood up and undid her bra. It had no straps on it, so she just let it fall down. I could see her pretty tits, nice and round, puffy nipples through the material and just smiled at her.
“Like them, Honey?” she asked. Before I could answer, she untied her top and spread it open for me to look at her.
“Go ahead. I love being touched.” she said as she moved toward me. I stood up and put both hands on her tits and kissed her. Our tongues played with each other while she pushed her lower body into mine. I really had a hard-on now and didn’t quite know what to do about it at this point.
“I think we’re both ready for something, Bruce.” as she reached down and grasped my cock. As she did this, I left one hand on one of her tits and let the other one slide down the front of her panties. She was so wet that I could slide my middle finger up and down her slit and slide her pussy lips aside.
“Finger-fuck me, Bruce. I want to feel you inside me this way first.”, so I did. She was able to take two fingers very easily. While I was doing this, she unbuckled my pants, pulled own my zipper and played with my cock inside my shorts. My pants fell down on the floor, so I stepped out of my shoes and kicked the pants aside and pulled my shorts down the rest of the way.
We didn’t say anything aside from the grunts and groans but we moved to the bed. I let her fall down on the bed and I pulled down her panties. She lifted her ass so I could slide them off easily. I got down on my knees between her legs and put my hands under both cheeks of her ass while I let my tongue roam from her left thigh to her pussy to her right thigh to her pussy over and over again. Her clit grew and made it even easier to tickle it.
“Keep licking my clit, Bruce. Fuck, yes, like that!” she said between moans. I fucked her with my tongue and let one hand explore her ass. I went from her ass to her pussy and found that it was juicy enough to lubricate my fingers, so I returned to her ass canlı casino and put one finger in her hole.
“Fuck, that’s sooo good, Bruce. Almost as good as having a cock up there. I want you to fuck me.” she said.
I told her I wasn’t into ass-fucking, but I was ready to fuck her cunt. I pushed her body up on the bed and slid my cock in her wet pussy and slowly built a rhythm as we held each other tightly. I could feel her cunt muscles grabbing my cock as we fucked.
“Your cock feels good, Bruce. Fuck my ass with your fingers as you fuck my pussy. Give it to me both ways. Come on, you fucker, Give me cock, fill my pussy,” she’s almost screaming at me.
“Michelle, your cunt feels so good. Keep squeezing me. Fuck me, too, Michele. Fuck me.” I was returning her dirty talk because I knew that both of us liked it.
Michelle and I fucked for about ten minutes when we stopped for air.
“Bruce, make me cum. Finger-fuck me or tongue-fuck me. I just want to cum. Turn around this way so I can suck you while you suck me. I want to taste your cum.” she pleaded.
So, we 69-ed it for a while when I felt her thighs tighten around my head and her body start to shake.
“I going to cum, now, Bruce. Are you ready?” she asked.
I just answered “Uh huh” while I kept on sucking her pussy. While she deep-throated me, she moved my hand back to my ass, and I knew what she wanted. I shoved a finger up her ass and drove my tongue into her cunt violently back and forth.
“I’m cumming, Bruce. Suck my cunt, fuck my ass give me your cum,” she said as she took my cock out of her mouth. I was so wound up at her cumming that I shot my load on her chin and down her neck a bit.
“Fuck, I lost that cum. I wanted to taste you, Bruce. Now I have to wait.” she said as she chuckled.
I licked her pussy over and over again because I liked the taste of her, then I rolled over on my back.
“That was so fucking good, Michelle. Wow, you sure know how to fuck and suck. Did you have to go to school for that?” We both laughed out loud.
“No, I didn’t have to go to school, but I did take a lot of lessons. At first, I had a hard time to undress in the bedroom in front of my husband. Now I love to show off my body for anyone. I would never even think of sucking a guy off before, but now I just love doing it.” she started.
“What brought about the big change? Videos? Pictures? Porn on the net?” I asked her.
“Yeah, all of these things, but I have to tell you what happened to me one time at a soccer tournament in Saginaw. I took my son there for a weekend tournament, but his father couldn’t come for some dumb reason. There were 42 teams there, and despite the fact that we use the term ‘soccer mom’, most of the parents watching the game were men.
Remember that I said I was a bit of an exhibitionist earlier? Well, I had worn a pair of cut-offs, not like Daisy Dukes, but cut quite close so I know that you could occasionally see the bottom of my ass. I wore a halter top that was tied just below my boobs. I thought I looked pretty hot, and from the stares I was getting, some of the men did, too. As a matter of fact, there was a woman there from Detroit who kept quite close to me and started up a conversation.
Three dads I didn’t know came to me with a cold Coke. “Thought you might like this. You look pretty hot.” one said. I don’t know if he really meant that I was hot or the weather was making me hot, but I took the Coke; and while staring the guy in the eye and letting my hand touch his, I told him that he was not bad either. He just raised his eyes at me and smiled a great smile and moved back over to where he originally was.”
‘Hey. I saw you first. I don’t like competition.’ the lady said to me. Then, I really looked at her. Fuck, she was pretty! and she had a really nice pair of tits.
She said, “Thanks for the compliment.”, but I hadn’t said anything to her.
‘I know you didn’t say anything, but I saw you checking these out,” she said while she stuck out her chest. Then she moved forward so her tits were touching me and said to let her know if I were available or interested. I just smiled at her and she winked and moved away.
“Oh. I forgot to tell you. I’m Elaine.”
“We had three games that day,” Michelle continued “and won two of them. That meant that we were going to be in the playoff rounds and would have to stay overnight to play next day. Other teams could stay or go home, but that night we were having a banquet for all the teams who would still be in Saginaw. I was glad we were staying because I didn’t want to go back home to my asshole of a husband.
About an hour later, I took a room at the motel just off the highway; and as I was coming out of the motel office, Elaine was getting out of her car.
“Hi there. Remember me, Elaine? Are you staying here, too?” she asked.
I told her I was and that I was in 106. She exclaimed that she was in 105 and suggested that we could have saved some money by sharing kaçak casino a room. She said, “Oh well. My loss. Are you going to the banquet?”
I told her I was and she offered to give me a drive there and I accepted. When we got to the banquet, the kids were in an adjoining room while we were ushered into a different room where alcohol was allowed. There were groups standing around drinking a variety of drinks. The guy who brought me the Coke that afternoon came up and asked, “Coke, beer or wine?” I chose a glass of wine and waited for him to come back. Elaine was not too far away with another group of men and women. The guy came back with the wine and we had a conversation about the day’s games and stuff in general. I’m glad there was nothing behind us but a while because this guy had moved closer to me and had his hand on my ass. I just looked at him but I didn’t move or push him or smile. “Nice.” was all he said. I just nodded my head slightly.
As we were chatting, I was just about finished my wine when a second guy from the group that morning came up with another glass for me. He noticed the first glass in my hand and said, “Ooops. Bert beat me to it. Have it anyway.” so I finished the last sip of the first one and put the empty glass down.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Bert was still massaging my ass and occasionally letting a finger slide down the slit. I don’t know if the wine was starting to affect me or if Bert was making me horny, but I moved closer to him. “That’s nice, Bert.” and glanced sideways at him and smiled.
In the meantime, the guy who bought me the second wine, Andy, was staring down my top to get a better view of my tits. This was just adding to my horniness. When he saw me looking at him as he was staring at my tits, I said, “Your hard-on is showing, Andy.” He turned beet red and Bert just about blew a mouthful of beer at him.
While I continued to let Bert feel me up, I noticed Elaine looking in my direction. I know that she couldn’t see Bert and quite frankly I didn’t care. She stared at me and ran her tongue around her lips in a circle. I just smiled and nodded as if to say that I knew what she wanted and would consider it.
“Where are you staying, Michelle?” Bert asked. I told him and he asked if my husband was with me. I told him that he wasn’t but my son was. He told me he felt sorry about that part because he thought we could hit it off. I just frowned at that and told him that I thought we would, too.
They told us to go into the diningroom because it was time to eat. In a flash, Elaine was beside me. “Want to sit together?” she asked.
“Sure, Elaine, I’d love to eat with you” I said and smiled at her. She took my hand and was squeezing it as we walked toward our table. Along the way, I picked up Scottie, my son. She spotted Zack, her son and got him to come with us. The two guys sat across the table from us and immediately struck up a conversation. Elaine sat on one side and along came Andy and asked if he could sit beside me and I told him it was okay.
During the meal, Elaine was paying a great deal of attention to me, sliding her chair as close as she could and letting our knees touch occasionally puting a little pressure on mine and I reciprocated.
You know, Bruce, I never even kissed a woman besides my mother and aunts, and I never even gave the thought of getting it on with a woman before that night. I know it wasn’t just the wine that made me want to feel the touch of this beautiful lady. I actually wanted to feel her body on mine. I’ll tell you more about that later.
On my right side, Andy was working quite hard at getting a glimpse of my tits, so I covertly undid one button so he could not only see the swell of my breasts, but a little more cleavage as well.
“Did anyone tell you how hot you are, Michelle?” he asked.
“Yes, but I don’t let it go to my head. Has anyone told you how nice your hard-on looked today?” I asked him.
“No, but I think you just did. Do you want it?” he replied. I didn’t answer him, but I turned my face back to Elaine and started a conversation while I reached my right hand over onto the inside of his thigh. I rubbed my hand up and down until I reached his cock and found him hard as a rock. With my hand under the tablecloth which was partially covering his lap, I slowly slid his cock up and down inside his shorts. I quickly turned to him and quickly asked him if that answered his question.
I went back to my conversation with Elain and was looking deeply into her eyes. Her beauty had me fascinated and she knew I wanted her. Without missing a beat, she put her hand over onto my leg, pulled up my skirt so that my bare thigh was at her disposal. She rode her hand up and down my leg all the time we were talking and I opened my legs to give her access to wherever she wanted to go.
She looked at me and said quietly, “You are so fucking hot and so fucking beautiful. I want you so badly. I want to taste every inch of you,” and she slid her hand up even further. It felt so good.
“What do you say we put the two boys in one room for tonight? We can tell them to keep their door locked and if they need us, they can phone us next door? Then we could have some time together.”
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