I lived in Chichester England, and worked for a publishing company who sent me to a legal conference in Chicago. There are long times in the exhibition hall when nothing is going on, and after I straightened my table, I started looking around the room. A few booths over, a handsome older man, maybe 30, was sitting down looking off into space. He looked bored. I walked over and started talking to him. His name is John. One thing led to another, and we arranged to hhave dinner that night. John sold shelving, and office equipment. He called for me at my hotel, and asked whether I preferred Italian or German food. I picked the German and we went to an old Chicago landmark, the Bergoff. I learned he was divorced, and I told him a little about my life in England. He was an excellent conversationist, and we had a really nice time. We said goodby at the door, and I went upstairs. John went to the phone in the lobby and I invited him up, when he said he had had a nice time. We continued talking. He had brought a bottle of Beefeaters Gin, and we each had a glass or so. My room was a minimum minimum, so I only had one chair, so I sat on the bed. John came over, sat next to me, and I let him kiss me. He tasted my lips, and before too long, his tongue was touching my front teeth. I opened my mouth a little, and we were tongue to tongue. I was wearing my favorite jersey, because it had been cold out, and for some reason, I let him slip it off. His hands rubbed the outside of my bra, and it wasn’t too long before it was beside the jersey on the bed. My skirt and panties came off, and I said “we can’t”. He said, “then we won’t”. However, when his finger went to my now moist cunt, he felt the tampon string. “Jean,” he said, “These are hotel sheets, I don’t care if they get bloody.” He pulled away from me, went to the bath and got a large towel which he put beside me. “Lie on that.” he said. Standing beside the bed, he undressed. His body wasn’t spectacular, but his growing organ looked pretty inpressive. I had seen Da’s by mistake once when I opened the loo door. I’ve got nice breasts, Americans would say 38 Cs, and John gave tender attention to them. I had never felt that good. John reached down, pulled the string, and out came the tampon. All the blood made me jucy down there, so the head of his cock sliped easily in. My hymen, resisted his pumping, so he came without breaking it. I was lying on his arm, and he said, “would you like me all the way in you?” and I answered “Yes, but how will you do it?” He came out of the bathroom with the plumber’s friend. “Lie back,put your knees on your chest.” There was some cold cream in the toiletries provided by the hotel, John greased up the plumber’s friend (he had taken off the rubber end,) and put his whole weight behind it so it broke through. There was a bit of pain, don’t you know, but I was now ready for my first real loving. John threw the handle tothe floor. His mouth was on my mouth, and soon his hand were doing wonderful things with my nipples. In a moment he was inside, adn it was the most wonderful feeling ever. Since John had spent his seed once, he must have pumped 60 times before he sighed and i guess, shot a load in my cunt, although, even to this day, I can’t feel that little bit of seeman that comes out. He withdrew, and lay back on the bed, with me lying on his arm again. We talked about many things. I knew I would only be in America another two nights, but I got a guarantee from John he would spend them with me. He did me one more time, and we went into the loo to clean up together in the shower. I had showered with my brother when we were both under 10, but I can tell you, it’s different with someone with a real organ. We dressed, arranged to meet for dinner and the next night. During the show, we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other, and finally, at the lunch break, I said,”I can’t wait until tonight, and my mensus is over”. Smiling, John took me to the area with all the cords behind his booth, bent me over some shelving there, raised by skirt, and with great joy, entered my waiting cunt. A few pumps, he shot his load, but his hand on my back told me to stay there. Soon I felt the wonderful sensation of his tongue on my clit. He kept at it until I shuddered and came. John pulled up my skirt, wiped his organ on my panties, and handed them to me. “I’ve got something which will keep you hot until tonight,” he said. He unbuttoned my blouse and lifted the cups so my nipples were exposed. “Tell me is you can take these” he said as he closed a little thumb screw on the right nipple. That was my first experience with breast clamps, but now that I’m back in England, I wear them often to remember that few days by wearing them under my formal clothes. That night John taught me oral sex, and I let him use my upper opening. We said a tearful good by at the airport, and we write regularly. My boss got a surprise when we went out to dinner for me to report the results of the convention. He’s married, not as big as John, and doesn’t know about the nipple clips I often wear all day before we go out. I discovered something I love, and it’s really cheap.
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