Where it happened: Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I met him on a plane when I was returning from Detroit to Chicago.The plane was crowded, and I was seated in a middle seat, when he came on board and sat in the outside seat, next to me. I would judge that he was about 35-40 years old. Very handsome. After a few minutes, I noticed that he was getting a hard-on beneath his pants. Perhaps it was my tan sweater, with its low neckline and my well-developed breasts that caused the erection. We made small talk on the trip across Lake Michigan.When we landed, and were walking out of the airport, he indicated that he had a rental car and wondered if I need a ride into town.He said he’d drop me off wherever I was going. We talked more on the way from O’Hare into Chicago. His boner was still there — hard as a rock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. When we got into town, he asked me if it was O.K. if he checked into his hotel before taking me home. I told him it was fine with me. At the registration desk, he got his key, and asked me if I’d care to come up for a drink before He took me home. Again, I said, O.K. When we got to his room,he came on to me strong, and I didn’t stop him. Soon, we had our clothes off and I saw the most beautiful 9″ penis I’d ever seen.He kissed me all over on my body. Then we got into bed and he asked me if he needed to use protection. I told him, No, I had been on the pill for 3 years already. And so we fucked!Oh my God he was so good! Gentle, but firm, as he slid his cock into me and began to thrust. And then I felt the warmth of his sperm flowing into me, and I gave myself to him completely. He had several orgasms. So did I. This beautiful stranger, probably 15 years my senior,was doing the most wonderful things with my body I had ever experienced. After we had fucked in just about every position we knew, we just lay there in each other’s arms. Then we showered, and fucked once again. He took me home later that evening, and I never saw him again. He did tell me his name was Jeff, but that was all I ever knew about him. Oh yes, he was married. I saw the ring in his left ring finger. It was the first and last time I ever fucked a stranger,but I never had better sex than that afternoon.
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