I've just finished the 5th day of a boring conference. I've never been keen on traveling and these conferences aren't my thing either. Until this trip! Starting with my first beer at the hotel bar the last four nights have been sex filled beyond my wildest fantasies. I'm sure that I owe it all to the hotel barkeep. She had to have something to do with the greeting "Do you like to eat Pussy?" that I got from three hot 30ish babes Monday. Then, there was "I just want it slow and easy" Tammy, on Tuesday night. And, "I'll shave it for you! I really want to try it shaved" Bonny on Wednesday. Last night started with Connie, a kinky 40ish socialite, for dinner at Alfredo's and ended in the shower with her "I'm 18--Really" Maid slave, Di.
Tonight I'm headed to the bar. I'm going to thank Wanda, the barkeep. After all a bald 54 year old man don't get this kind of sex unless someone is in the background. It had to be her! It just had to be!
I was disappointed, there was a guy behind the bar! Shit, I'm out of here in the morning and I'm not even going to get to thank her. I took a seat and ordered a K-Red. "Is this Wanda's night off?" I enquired as he sat the beer down. He nodded in the affirmative then motioned toward the corner near the door. Wanda! "Give me one of what ever she is drinking" I demanded of the bartender.
"She's not drinking. Just came in and sat down. Didn't want anything! Just waiting on someone. If your him your one lucky bastard!"
"Thanks mate"
"Mind?" I enquired of Wanda. "Have a seat. I was hoping you would be in" She invited.
"Want something to drink?" I enquired. "Sure one of those will do fine" she answered. I held up the K-Red for the bartender to see and slid into the chair. Wanda is a fine looking woman. 5ft 6, with short brown hair. Nice 35 maybe 36 Cs and a luscious 37 inch ass to go with everything else. Her loose fitting white blouse with 3 buttons undone showed plenty of wide cleavage. Any movement revealed enough firm breast to make looking for a nipple irresistible. Her tight blue jeans invited a memory marker to check out her ass when she stood up. The bar tender set the beer down. I nodded in recognition of his efficacy and we struck up a conversation. She has been tending bar for over three years. As for how I got the "Do you like to eat pussy?" from Brenda, it seams that these gals give her a nice tip if she calls and lets them know about a good mark! Then, if they got what they were looking for, at lunch the next day more money comes her way! It seams I was worth $300 in all! She tried to apologize but I told her none was necessary. She told me that Tammy "I just want it slow and easy" and "I'll shave it for you! I really want to try it shaved" Bonny were her best friends. She was just fixing them up!
"Tonight I just want to apologize not only for the way I used you but I also want you to know that I had nothing to do with last night! I think from what Tammy and Bonny told me that you deserve better" she said shyly. "As I said, there is nothing to apologize for. After all I couldn't have even fantasied the last four nights!" I told her. We finished the beer and decided to get to know each other over dinner and some jazz at a club she frequents.
As she turned to walk out the door the memory marker kicked in and my eyes went straight to her perfect ass. Now that's a 'Three' for sure! (I gauge all women in jeans by the number of fingers that would fit through the keyhole formed just under her crouch.) No fat on this one! "Hey – are you with me or are you just out for a look at my ass" she scolded as I trailed behind. "It's a nice ass!" I answered and hurried to her side. She turned, smiled, checked out the bulge in my trousers and as I got along side said "You've got a little something going for you too!" Dinner went fine and the Jazz was just what the doctor ordered. After two bottles of wine both of us were hot to trot but still moving slowly. I've already had 4 days of the best sex in my life and Friday was looking good too. I wasn't sure if I could even perform but if we get to that point I won't forget rule #1. "Never push a woman out of bed unless there's more room on the floor" The small talk gradually turned to sexual likes and dislikes revealing many similar preferences. We both like getting bathed – someone running their soapy hands over every part of our bodies. She even fantasized about letting a man shave her legs and of course her pussy. She loves to, as I do, satisfy her partner, but only after hours of foreplay. The difference was that she liked to cum first and many times where I like to cum last and usually only once. Is that really a difference? Penetration was not nearly as important as satisfaction but when it happened from the rear either doggy style or lying on our sides is the best position. Almost never does either of us like a fast and hard fuck, slow and easy is the way!
When we left the club I was hard as an oak tree and I suspect she was soaking wet from talking about our fantasies. She drove and although I thought she was heading for the hotel and a good night kiss it didn't seem like we were headed the right direction. Just as I showed concern for the direction we were headed, she said "I'm taking you home. I — I never — I never do this! Take a man to my house!" "I'd like nothing better but if that's not what you want then---" I didn't get to finish. "You are! You really are the perfect man! You'd really back down if this wasn't what I wanted wouldn't you!" she whimpered. We pulled in a drive way and then up in front of an apartment complex. On the way up the steps she told me that we would have to be quiet because her neighbors would be asleep. She unlocked the door to a second floor apartment and said "Not much but I call it home." "Looks fine. Real nice" I said. I turned her around and started to unbutton her blouse. She didn't stop me so I pulled it out of her jeans and pushed it off her shoulders letting it slide down her arms. She stepped back, and dropped the blouse on the floor. Her breasts were beautiful. Firm, just a little more than a hand full and separated nicely. "Not much" she said. "They are perfect!--- Perfect." I told her.
"Thanks! Your just being kind. You guys all like big hooters" she countered. "Well I'm not all guys and if I was I don't think I'd be here would I?"