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If you read my recent post regarding a hotel Front Desk Supervisor encounter, please read on. If you did NOT read that post, I suggest you read it BEFORE you read this one.
As you recall, Bonnie is a middle-aged woman - in a less-than-wonderful marriage. Her husband, by her account, is a "climb-on, grunt and groan, and roll off" kind of guy. As she acknowledged after our encounter, she was ripe for and open to a "different" experience - and I happened to come along.
At any rate, shortly after checking into my hotel last night, I received a call on my mobile phone (I gave her my number to use if she wished to do so). It was Bonnie. She didn't say much, other than to tell me she had relived our "encounter" several times - in her mind. I asked her if it took her anywhere, and she admitted it had.
After hearing she had mentally, emotionally and physically relived our experience, I asked if she was willing to share it with her. After a brief, "Well, Um . . ." she said "Yes!" I asked if she would like to share via phone, or if she'd like to do so via video chat. Bonn aie said, "I haven't ever done a video chat - wouldn't know how!" I suggested we get her set up, if she could. She said O.K., if I walked her through it. We quickly got her signed up on a video chat site, and the next thing you know we were face to face (virtually).
Once connected, I asked if she was still comfortable with sharing, and she said "yes." I suggested we adjust lighting for the video chat and set the speakers to high. We did so, and the conversation began.
Bonnie started with describing how she came to be alone. I asked her to show me what she was talking about. She seemed to be comfortable with that. She was wearing a button-up blouse and a skirt - like she had been at the hotel. Instead of my asking her to do things, she did what she said she'd done in her "private moment." She began to unbutton her blouse (white - I LOVE white blouses). Rather than taking it off, she opened it up to reveal her ample breats enclosed in a white lacy bra. She began to massage her tits through the bra's fabric. After a moment or two, she reached inside one of the cups and her fingers disappeared.
After a moment of hidden nipple stimulation, she slowly pulled out the stimulated breast. The nipple was erect, and the aereola was symmetical and dark. She then used the palm of her hand to caress the projecting nipple. It was great, because - while the nipple was hidden - I knew what she was doing. This lasted a couple of minutes, followed by a hand releasing the other breast for me to see. She then caressed both breasts in coordinated rhythm. With the lace of the bra brushing against the underside of her tits, and her hands stimulating her nipples, I was getting hard.
I told her how much I liked seeing what she was doing, and she asked me to undress. Naturally, I did so. She asked me to do nothing unless she asked me to. Of course, I can take "floor direction," and felt like we were creating our own voyeur porn video. Marvelous!
As I lay on the bed, totally nude, she turned her bra around and unclasped the strap. Off came the bra, and her breasts assumed their slightly droopy position at the margin of her ribs. She continued caressing one of her tits with one hand, and - with stealth - made her other hand disappear under the hem of her skirt. I knew what was comming up, and was not disappointed.
The missing hand pulled up the skirt, revealing thigh-high nylon stockings - wiht white lace at the tops. There was a perfect match to the bra, lace-wise. The skirt came up a bit more, and - you guesssed it - the panties completed the Trifecta. I was hooked! As soon as the crotch of her panties was exposed, her fingers disappeared under the fabric. I watched as she slid her fingers into and around her nicely hair-covered pussy. She was moaning at this point. With the panties pulled aside, and her fingers disappearing, it was incredibly difficult to refrain from self-stimulation. Alas, I remembered my promise to Bonnie - do nothing unless asked.
Bonnie finally told me what I was doing - in her mind. She asked me to do the same. Essentially, we were reliving our hotel experience. As I began to stroke my dick, she paused her auto-erotic activity long enough to encourage me in my action. After a moment, she stood up - removed her skirt - and panties - and continued her self-indulgence. NOTE: for some reason, she did not remove the white blouse. Very unusual to see a woman in thigh-high stockings and an open white blouse - and nothing else. Another first for me, and probably for Bonnie as well.
By now, she was verbalizing and demonstrating what she had done in her "alone time." She looked at me and said, "You're doing great - exactly what I fantasized!" I was pleased. We continued on our joint venture, thrusting - massaging - stroking - slapping (her pussy lips, my balls). She suddenly said, "I'm ready to come - try to stay with me!" God, I was going crazy with lust. What an excellent experience.
We continued on our merry, sweaty way until her breathing was intensifying. I figured she was about to explode. As soon as I'd processed that, Bonnie yelled "Cum on my pussy" and she screamed! I was right with her, having kept myself on the edge for several minutes. We both blew our respective loads in a rather noisy way. Fortunately, we were both laying down on our beds. Had we not "assumed the position," one or both of us would have likely collapsed on the floor.
After recovering, I had to ask her if we came close to her "private moment." She said, "Oh, God, Yes!" Still sweaty (her tits glistened on the computer screen), she thanked me for another wonderful experience. I asked if this was not a part of her married life. She said, "No Way" - he only cares about himself. I could just as well be a knothole in a fence!"
Not wanting to be her counselor, I merely said "You have to take care of you. If I can be an oasis for you, on occassion, you need only call!" She began to cry. After a moment, she said, "You have no idea what meeting you means to me." I just smiled and said, "Let's say good night, and plan on another experience - in person or in virtual person." She agreed, and thanked me for the new experiences I'd offered to her.
Sometimes, the planets are aligned just right.
As you recall, Bonnie is a middle-aged woman - in a less-than-wonderful marriage. Her husband, by her account, is a "climb-on, grunt and groan, and roll off" kind of guy. As she acknowledged after our encounter, she was ripe for and open to a "different" experience - and I happened to come along.
At any rate, shortly after checking into my hotel last night, I received a call on my mobile phone (I gave her my number to use if she wished to do so). It was Bonnie. She didn't say much, other than to tell me she had relived our "encounter" several times - in her mind. I asked her if it took her anywhere, and she admitted it had.
After hearing she had mentally, emotionally and physically relived our experience, I asked if she was willing to share it with her. After a brief, "Well, Um . . ." she said "Yes!" I asked if she would like to share via phone, or if she'd like to do so via video chat. Bonn aie said, "I haven't ever done a video chat - wouldn't know how!" I suggested we get her set up, if she could. She said O.K., if I walked her through it. We quickly got her signed up on a video chat site, and the next thing you know we were face to face (virtually).
Once connected, I asked if she was still comfortable with sharing, and she said "yes." I suggested we adjust lighting for the video chat and set the speakers to high. We did so, and the conversation began.
Bonnie started with describing how she came to be alone. I asked her to show me what she was talking about. She seemed to be comfortable with that. She was wearing a button-up blouse and a skirt - like she had been at the hotel. Instead of my asking her to do things, she did what she said she'd done in her "private moment." She began to unbutton her blouse (white - I LOVE white blouses). Rather than taking it off, she opened it up to reveal her ample breats enclosed in a white lacy bra. She began to massage her tits through the bra's fabric. After a moment or two, she reached inside one of the cups and her fingers disappeared.
After a moment of hidden nipple stimulation, she slowly pulled out the stimulated breast. The nipple was erect, and the aereola was symmetical and dark. She then used the palm of her hand to caress the projecting nipple. It was great, because - while the nipple was hidden - I knew what she was doing. This lasted a couple of minutes, followed by a hand releasing the other breast for me to see. She then caressed both breasts in coordinated rhythm. With the lace of the bra brushing against the underside of her tits, and her hands stimulating her nipples, I was getting hard.
I told her how much I liked seeing what she was doing, and she asked me to undress. Naturally, I did so. She asked me to do nothing unless she asked me to. Of course, I can take "floor direction," and felt like we were creating our own voyeur porn video. Marvelous!
As I lay on the bed, totally nude, she turned her bra around and unclasped the strap. Off came the bra, and her breasts assumed their slightly droopy position at the margin of her ribs. She continued caressing one of her tits with one hand, and - with stealth - made her other hand disappear under the hem of her skirt. I knew what was comming up, and was not disappointed.
The missing hand pulled up the skirt, revealing thigh-high nylon stockings - wiht white lace at the tops. There was a perfect match to the bra, lace-wise. The skirt came up a bit more, and - you guesssed it - the panties completed the Trifecta. I was hooked! As soon as the crotch of her panties was exposed, her fingers disappeared under the fabric. I watched as she slid her fingers into and around her nicely hair-covered pussy. She was moaning at this point. With the panties pulled aside, and her fingers disappearing, it was incredibly difficult to refrain from self-stimulation. Alas, I remembered my promise to Bonnie - do nothing unless asked.
Bonnie finally told me what I was doing - in her mind. She asked me to do the same. Essentially, we were reliving our hotel experience. As I began to stroke my dick, she paused her auto-erotic activity long enough to encourage me in my action. After a moment, she stood up - removed her skirt - and panties - and continued her self-indulgence. NOTE: for some reason, she did not remove the white blouse. Very unusual to see a woman in thigh-high stockings and an open white blouse - and nothing else. Another first for me, and probably for Bonnie as well.
By now, she was verbalizing and demonstrating what she had done in her "alone time." She looked at me and said, "You're doing great - exactly what I fantasized!" I was pleased. We continued on our joint venture, thrusting - massaging - stroking - slapping (her pussy lips, my balls). She suddenly said, "I'm ready to come - try to stay with me!" God, I was going crazy with lust. What an excellent experience.
We continued on our merry, sweaty way until her breathing was intensifying. I figured she was about to explode. As soon as I'd processed that, Bonnie yelled "Cum on my pussy" and she screamed! I was right with her, having kept myself on the edge for several minutes. We both blew our respective loads in a rather noisy way. Fortunately, we were both laying down on our beds. Had we not "assumed the position," one or both of us would have likely collapsed on the floor.
After recovering, I had to ask her if we came close to her "private moment." She said, "Oh, God, Yes!" Still sweaty (her tits glistened on the computer screen), she thanked me for another wonderful experience. I asked if this was not a part of her married life. She said, "No Way" - he only cares about himself. I could just as well be a knothole in a fence!"
Not wanting to be her counselor, I merely said "You have to take care of you. If I can be an oasis for you, on occassion, you need only call!" She began to cry. After a moment, she said, "You have no idea what meeting you means to me." I just smiled and said, "Let's say good night, and plan on another experience - in person or in virtual person." She agreed, and thanked me for the new experiences I'd offered to her.
Sometimes, the planets are aligned just right.
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