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My Unexpected Dinner Companion free porn video
This is a true story which happened recently, so I have changed the lady's name to protect her identity.
I travel a lot for work and spend half my life in hotels. It’s a solitary existence, but I enjoy it. One evening, my train was delayed. By the time I had checked into my hotel, found my room, texted the wife to let her know I’d arrived, and gone downstairs to eat, the restaurant was packed.
There was only one free seat left in the whole room, and the other seat at the table was occupied by a blonde woman, about the same age as me; fortyish. When the waiter approached her and explained my predicament, she looked at me for a moment and smiled, then she nodded to the waiter.
She was attractive, with a voluptuous figure and a warm friendly smile. I was relieved I was not sharing with some big sweaty bloke. I’m not being sexist; I’m just telling it like it is. I’m a man, I’m straight, and I like pretty, curvaceous women.
I sat down and noticed her wedding ring immediately. We said hello. I thanked her for her kindness, and we introduced ourselves. She was Stephanie – Steph to her friends. We chatted politely about the menu options, and after we’d ordered our food the conversation fell into the usual topics for strangers; where are you from? What do you do? Are you here for business or pleasure?
“Both” was her reply, with a saucy grin. She was flirty and had a great sense of humour. I flirted back and we laughed all the way through dinner. It felt natural for us to follow dinner with a couple of drinks in the lounge, where the conversation became even more suggestive. I know I’m married, but she turned me on. I really fancied her. I thought she might fancy me too. I wondered where this might lead.
When the conversation eventually paused, she looked at me, thoughtfully.
“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” she asked.
“Well, I know what I should be doing,” I replied, hesitating a moment before deciding to go for it. “But I know what I’d rather be doing instead.”
“What might that be?” A mischievous glint in her eye spurred me on.
I leaned towards her and lowered my voice. There were other guests in the lounge.
“Making love with you.” I smiled.
“I guessed you were thinking that.”
“Are you thinking the same thing?”
“Your room or mine?”
“Yours. I haven’t unpacked.”
Her room was on the top floor, but we weren’t alone in the elevator until we were halfway there. We stood silently until the last of the other guests departed, then suddenly we were kissing passionately, our hands exploring each other’s bodies for the rest of the trip.
As soon as we got to her room we carried on, just inside the door. After a few minutes we stopped to catch our breath and moved towards the double bed.
“I want to undress you,” I told her.
“Me first,” she responded, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. I stopped her.
“Let’s take turns,” I suggested, releasing her hands. She nodded and removed my shirt.
I took off her blouse, and she dropped to her knees to remove my trousers. I saw her looking at the bulge in my underwear that was just beginning to awaken in anticipation. She smiled. When she stood again, I took her trousers off. She told me to remove my own socks. She wasn’t wearing any. When I was done, we stood close together, facing each other. I only had my boxers on. She was still wearing a cami, I think they’re called, and underwear.
She looked up at me, grinning, as her cami fell to the floor, revealing two deliciously large breasts restrained by a pretty but very functional bra designed to hold the weight. I smiled down at them, and she laughed.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. She laughed again, as I stared. I couldn’t help myself. Her boobs were magnificent, and I told her so. She thanked me, and curtsied. They were two big soft orbs of flesh, perfectly rounded. Significantly more than a handful each. She had very large nipples that were already becoming erect, surrounded by two large aeriolae. Her boobs sagged just enough to persuade me they were totally natural and utterly delightful.
She put her hands on her hips, pulled her shoulders back, and pushed her chest forward, inviting me to touch her. I didn’t resist. Her boobs were soft, warm and heavy. I squeezed them gently and she sighed. Then she dropped to her knees again and removed my boxers. My rapidly expanding erection sprang free and she gasped with delighted, taking it in one hand with a firm grip.
As she pumped it up and down with one hand, quickly bringing me to a full erection, she licked the palm of her other hand, and let the warm wet skin drag across the swelling head in circles, sending bolts of pleasure through me. I groaned.
She stood up and backed away. Holding my gaze, she bent forward at the waist to remove her panties, and I dropped my gaze to watch her enormous boobs swaying as she finished undressing. When she straightened up, I could see she was clean shaven.
I climbed onto the bed and shifted over to give her room to join me. Our bodies locked together again as we kissed, touched and explored. My mouth gradually homed in on her nipples as I slid one hand between her thighs.
She moaned softly as I sucked both of her nipples and penetrated her with one finger. She felt hot and wet. Her hips responded as my fingertip massaged her g-spot and the heel of my thumb applied gentle rhythmic pressure to her now swollen clitoris. Her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed my finger. She bucked her hips and groaned louder, and I sucked harder on her nipples. Moments later she cried aloud, writhing beneath me, her fists clenching the bedclothes as her orgasm burst and ripped through her body.
When she relaxed, we took our time kissing and cuddling again, my erection trapped between our stomachs as we pressed our bodies together.
She pulled me on top of her, with her legs apart, and guided me to her. I pushed slowly and gently eased inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind my back, so that I could penetrate her completely. As I began rocking my hips, moving in and out of her, she whispered in my ear, asking me not to cum just yet.
I started at a lazy pace, enjoying the experience of slow fucking this gorgeous, sexy, curvaceous lady, but gradually submitted to my instincts to fuck her harder and faster, letting my pace build until I felt the tell-tale throbbing. I stopped just before I came, and lay still, my cock pulsing deep inside her. Once the critical moment had safely passed, I withdrew, my pre-cum leaving us connected by a long gooey strand, and I asked her to roll over onto her knees. As she did so, she crawled forward and put both hands on the wall above the headboard. I followed behind her, and quickly penetrated her again. I fucked her quickly, enjoying the sound of my thighs slapping against her generous, curvy butt-cheeks as I squeezed and massaged her huge jiggling boobs.
After a couple of minutes, she started pushing back against me, and reached down between her legs. She was playing with herself and began making soft keening sounds as I held her waist and pounded her harder and faster, pushing as deep into her as I could with each thrust. She grew louder and pushed back more urgently, crying out as she came for a second time, this time soaking my cock as her juices ran down her thighs. We stopped again to get our breath back.
When Steph was ready to continue, she rolled on top of me and quickly straddled me. She rode me at a furious pace, her enormous boobs bouncing above me until I could no longer resist them, grabbing them both, and squeezing them enthusiastically. I was surprised how much energy she had and thoroughly enjoyed her fucking my brains out, grinding herself down onto me until she came a third time.
When she finally ran out of steam, she rolled off me onto her back, breathing hard, and asked me to straddle her. Pushing her breasts together, she whispered “fuck my boobs”.
My cock was still slick from her wetness and as I began pumping my hips it slid smoothly up and down her cleavage. It looked and felt amazing.
“I won’t last long like this,” I warned her.
“Good. Don’t stop. Tell me when you’re going to cum.”
I fucked her boobs as enthusiastically as I could, as she squeezed them tightly around my throbbing shaft. As the pulsing sensations in my cock grew stronger and quicker, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna cum, Steph.”
She lifted her head with her mouth wide open and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. The tip of my cock grazed against it with every thrust. It was enough to take me over the edge, and I grunted loudly as my cock spat hard into Steph’s waiting mouth. Several more spurts splashed over her face, into her mouth, and across her chest.
When I was done, she released my cock from her cleavage and relaxed her head back onto the pillow, grinning up at me.
“Thank you,” she sighed, as she wiped my cum off her face and chest and massaged it into her boobs. “I think I need a shower!”.
“Can I join you?” I asked, breathing hard.
“Why not.”
Standing under the hot water together, we washed each other all over, and spent a good while longer kissing and cuddling.
Afterwards, as we dressed, I told her, “this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this, but it just seemed really natural with you.”
She nodded. “I do this regularly. I have a high sex drive and cum really easily, especially when I’m fucking strangers. You might have noticed,” she grinned. “I like the variety too, and my husband likes me to tell him about my adventures when I get home. It turns him on to know he has a hot wife that other men love to fuck.”
I thought about that. “I don’t think my wife would be turned on by knowing I’d fucked another woman. Especially one as hot as you. She’d cut my balls off. So, I won’t be doing any storytelling when I get home. This will be a private memory to keep myself entertained when I’m in hotel rooms on my own from now on.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” she replied, as we kissed goodbye, and I left to return to my room. I wondered if women really do think it’s a compliment that men masturbate while fantasising about fucking them? Or do they think it’s disgusting?
I made a mental note to ask my wife, and suddenly felt guilty. I’d never been unfaithful before and I immediately began justifying my behaviour. Steph was exceptional, and a one-off. It wasn’t like I was having an affair or didn’t love my wife anymore, but I decided I wouldn’t do it again, even in the unlikely event that I ever got the chance. But what if I bumped into Steph again? I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her after that performance. So much for feeling guilty!
I’m usually horny when I wake up and the following morning was no different. When I’m in a hotel it’s normal for me to crank one out fantasising about my wife, before I get a shower. That morning though, there was only one fantasy on my mind. I relived Steph straddling me and fucking my brains out the night before, her awesome boobs bouncing wildly above my face. I came hard on my stomach, a lot quicker than I normally would.
I hope I do bump into Steph again. -->
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