From previous story
I am newly retired and decided to take a trip to Texas to visit some of my relatives there. On the way down, I stopped after the first day of travel in Dumas, Texas, at one of my preferred hotels. The air conditioning in the room did not work and according to their maintenance man was not be fixable. There were no other rooms available so I stayed in the hot room all night. The next morning I persuaded a very attractive, middle-aged hotel clerk, Leslie, to come with me to my room to observe the problem. While she was there, I kissed her several times and we ended up in bed. When we parted, we exchanged business cards and cell phone numbers.
Leslie is about 51 or 52 years old. She is very attractive and has short black hair with some graying. She is fairly short maybe 5'-3". Her body is slightly heavier than the average woman but her real attribute is her huge tits. They are oversized compared to her body. When I saw her naked, they looked like two halves of a large cantaloupe glued to her chest. They are very firm and do not sag much - certainly not enough to hold a pencil. Her areolas were about the size of a silver dollar and were a dark pink in color. She wears blouses that fit her small body but they are too small for her tits so the blouse always looks like the buttons are about to shoot off. When we had sex, I found that her slightly heavy thighs were her best feature.
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After I left Dumas, I thought a lot about this woman as I headed south. When I arrived at my first destination, I called Leslie that evening to let her know that I had safely arrived at my first stop.
"Thank you for calling me," Leslie said.
"I wanted to let you know that I thought about you while I was driving today. I very much enjoyed your company and I am looking forward to seeing you on my way back home, if you don't mind," I said.
"I enjoyed the time with you but I am concerned that you might be seeing me as an easy one-night-stand," she said.
"We don't know each other yet but I can tell you that I do not have sex with every woman I meet. I have not had sex for 2 years until I met you and that was because I found that you are very special," I said.
"There you go with those pickup lines again," she said laughing.
"I expect to be visiting with my relatives for about 6 or 7 days and then I will head your way," I said.
"It would be nice if you can let me know before you get here so that I can plan for you," she said.
"I will let you know for sure the day before. I am very much looking forward to seeing you again," I said.
"Are you interested in me or just some more sex?" she asked.
"In honesty, I would say both. You are a very interesting person and you are a wonderful partner in bed," I said.
With that we said our goodbyes and hung up.
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I spent 4 days with relatives in central Texas and then I headed to Houston for 3 more days. When I left Houston, I called Leslie but I got her voicemail. I left a message that I was leaving Houston and I would see her in 2 days.
I made it to Abilene the first day on my trip back. I called Leslie that night and told her that I would see her tomorrow.
First day of my visit
I arrived in Dumas about 2 pm and hoped that Leslie was off work and at home. I went to a couple of stores and bought some flowers and a bottle of Shiraz wine. I had no trouble finding her house thanks to GPS navigator in my car. She lived in a nice, one story brick home with a double car garage. I walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell. She greeted me in some green Capri pants and a nice white blouse that was stretched so tight across her big tits that the buttons looked like they would be flying off at any moment. Once inside and the door closed, she hugged me and gave me a great kiss. I gave her the flowers and the bottle of wine.
"Wow! You Texans sure know how to make a fella feel welcome!" I said.
"Please come in and sit down. I have cooked us a nice dinner but it is too early to eat. I thought that we could sit and talk. What would you like to drink?" she asked.
"I don't drink alcohol but I would like an iced tea if you would have it," I replied.
"I have a pitcher of sweet tea in the refrigerator. Would it offend you if I had a drink? It was a tough day at work," she asked.
"Please, have whatever you normally drink. I gave up drinking liquor during my college days. I think it was probably too much too soon. I occasionally will have a small glass of sherry or port after a great dinner but that is the only alcohol that I drink these days," I said.
Leslie returned with a large glass of iced tea for me and some bourbon on the rocks for her.
"Would you like to take off your suit coat?" Leslie asked.
"No, I am OK," I replied. I wear a suit coat because it helps hide the handgun that I always wear.
"Do we need to talk about your bad day at work?" I asked her.
"Oh God no! I just want to forget it. I do want to talk to you about our last meeting. I haven't had any sex for two and a half years and then suddenly I have sex with you in your room at the hotel. I don't want you to think that I am an easy mark. I hope you have not come here just to have sex and then forget about me as you return home. If all you want is sex, then I will let you stay in my guest room and that is all you will get," she said.
"Actually, I have similar feelings. I too haven't had sex in 2 years since my divorce. I didn't want you to think that I might be desperate or worse. That day at your hotel, you were very attractive and beautifully dressed. What I really intended was to get you to my room so that I could kiss you. That is all I intended! There was something about you that just ... I don't know how to describe it. Something inside of me told me to kiss you. I think the kissing got out of hand and that is my entire fault. I apologize for my behavior," I said.
"I am neither ashamed nor sorry that we had sex, but I don't want to appear as needy or easy," she said.
"Leslie, that was the best sex I have had since before my marriage. You are a wonderful partner and I am very happy that we have met each other. About my staying here, I am very grateful that you are offering me a room. I am willing to stay in your guest room to show you that I am a gentleman and not here just for some more sex," I said.
"Let's see how the evening goes before we make any decisions. In case you haven't noticed, I speak what is on my mind, and often times without any tact. I am a strong, independent woman and I don't put up with any shit. My husband was the only man that could keep me under control," she said.
"I respect a woman who is strong and independent. I always wanted a wife with spirit who was an equal partner. I did not experience that in my marriage and that is one of the many reasons that I am now single," I said.
"Well, since I am saying what is on my mind, according to your business card that you gave me, you worked for the CIA. Are you a spy?" she asked.
"I am a nuclear engineer and I work for myself. I made my living by providing nuclear consulting work to various government agencies. The last 10 years I was working at the CIA," I said.
I reached inside my coat pocket and removed my CIA ID card in its leather wallet and showed it to Leslie.
"Here is my actual ID Card that I had to use to get into work every day. We don't carry badges like the FBI," I said.
"I bet it was exciting working there," she said.
"Not really. I spent most of my time analyzing data and reviewing satellite photos. Rather boring stuff really. I can assure you that I am not 007 but just a geeky engineer," I said.
"I certainly would not call you geeky," she said laughing.
I was getting too warm so I took off my suit coat and Leslie noticed my handgun.
"I never knew that you carried a gun. You weren't wearing one in the hotel that morning.
"I had not put it on yet in the hotel. I always carry a handgun," I explained.
"If you are retired, why do you still carry a gun?" she asked.
"Some former employees have been a target of agents from other countries," I said.
Leslie took my empty tea glass and refilled it.
"If your relatives are here in Texas, how did you end up in Colorado?" she asked.
"My father was born and raised in Texas. He married my mother who is from Colorado and they settled there. I was born in a small town high up in the Rocky Mountains. I went to college in Boulder, Colorado and except for 10 years in Virginia I have stayed in the Boulder area ever since," I said.
"Tell me something about you, Leslie," I said.
"I was born and raised in Boston. I attended Boston University and received a degree in business and a little later my MBA. After college I took a job in Hartford and met my husband there. Life with him was wonderful. When he was diagnosed with cancer, we moved to Houston, Texas for treatments. After he died, I took a job with the Hilton Hotel chain and was assigned here," she said.
"I would never have guessed that you were from Boston. You don't have the accent," I said.
"I dropped it when we moved here and I accidently started to get a southern accent but I have tried to squelch it," she said.
"Tell me about your husband," I said.
"I had dated a lot at college and after I graduated. I found that I could really push men around and I could always get my way. When I met my husband, he was able to handle my strong personality and keep me under control. I really respected him for that. We had a great life together until he was diagnosed with cancer. I did research and found the best place for treatment was in Houston, so we moved there. He died 6 months later. During those 6 months I was his caretaker. It was very hard watching him die a little each day. After he passed, I had a hard time getting my life in order. I decided to take a job to give me something to do and something else to think about. I didn't need the money because we had sold our house in Connecticut for a lot of money plus I had my husband's life insurance payout. I eventually took a job with Hilton. They trained me in Houston and then assigned me to Dumas. I had no ties to Houston so I moved here," she explained.
