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He had flown into town for business. He was late getting in. His rental car had been given away. He summoned a car and the driver groaned about taking him all the way to Berkeley. At least there wasn't traffic that late at night.

She was visiting her son at school. He was a sophomore. They had gotten a nice dinner and then he had sent her back to the hotel. First, her husband and left and now her son didn't need her. She wasn't necessarily down on herself or her life but she was alone, more alone than she had ever been in her life.

The restaurant was closing soon. He didn't take the time to go to the room. He went straight to the bar. He ordered fish tacos and a draft beer. She was sitting across from him. He looked because he always looked. She had stringy blond hair that hung down in front of her face a little. Her lips were bright pink. A thick sweater hugged a heavy chest. Yes, he decided. He would do her. Not that he was going to try. He was feeling old and tired. His divorce was still in the rearview mirror and appeared further away than it really was.

She caught him looking at her and coyly looked away. She smiled though. She didn't feel like she had been looked at like that lately. She wondered if he was married. She wondered how this worked. She knew it happened. Businessmen picked up women in hotel bars before closing.

He watched an old man sit down next to her to make a move. The old man was just like him. He wore a striped shirt and a blue sport coat. He looked older but he might not have been.

It was the wrong guy. She wasn't interested. She wasn't disinterested but the man across the bar was taller. She liked tall. He was bigger. She considered herself *quot;bigger,*quot; and didn't see herself with the skinny older man. She thanked him for the offer of a drink but told him she was tired.

His tacos were delivered. They were messy. He did his best but sauce went everywhere until the shells broke down and then the whole plate turned into a pile of tortilla casserole. It tasted good though. He ate it with a fork. He looked up and saw that she was smiling at him. She mouthed a word to him. He didn't have a clue what it was. He liked the smile though. She was, and this is what did it, cute. He looked at the chair beside him and then back to her. He did it a couple of times until she stood up and moved beside him.

They talked about the University. He said he was hoping his son chose it over the others on his list. He liked coming here a lot more than Chicago or Houston. She said sadly he probably didn't need to come visit as much as he thought. He asked if her husband was with her. She said no. She said they had only made it two months in the empty house together before he left. He ran through the timeline of his own divorce, it was not so different. They hadn't made it until the boy left though. anime porno They had tried but the tension between the two of them as they tried to pretend was too much. He looked down at his hand and played with the indentation his ring had worn into his finger.

The conversation had turned. Neither of them spoke specifically about divorce, he wasn't sure he had even mentioned he was divorced. A quiet blanketed them and he found himself disappointed it hadn't worked out. He had gotten himself worked up, curious about her large breasts.

*quot;God, I wish I had a cigarette,*quot; she said.

*quot;Would you like one?*quot;

They stepped outside the hotel. It was cold. He handed her a cigarette and held out the lighter. He lit one for himself.

*quot;It's cold,*quot; she said. She moved in close to him.

They discussed quitting. He said he hardly ever smoked anymore. The pack had been in his briefcase or he might not have smoked all week. She said she never bought them but if someone had one she was going to mooch one.

He wrapped his free arm around her. He held her close. *quot;You feel good,*quot; he said. It had been a while.

She looked up at him and he looked down at her and he kissed her. It wasn't perfect. He was taller than she was used to, he was holding her a little awkwardly and they each had an arm extended out with a smoldering cigarette in it.

*quot;Should we have another drink?*quot; she asked, hoping he was going to say no and invite her back to his room. She would prefer going to her own room but he had to be the one to make the invitation.

*quot;We could get a bottle, take it back to my room. I look out on the city.*quot;

*quot;Can we go back to mine instead?*quot; she asked.

It took longer to get a bottle of wine and pay their tab then he expected. She tried to get her own but he had already asked for both and his credit card was delivered with two receipts. She exhaled deeply as they stepped away from the bar.

*quot;You okay?*quot; he asked.

*quot;Yes. I think so anyway,*quot; she said. She felt like she was lying. She didn't feel okay at all. She felt a little drunk, a little sick to her stomach, and nervous. In the elevator she moved to him, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. His hands were full with the bottle in one and two glasses laced into the fingers of the other. She took advantage of his condition and kissed him the way she liked to kiss. Delicately she teased his lips. She darted her tongue along his lower lip. Their tongues met tip to tip. She liked it.

He thought it was delicious. He wanted more. The elevator opened on her floor, closed, and went back down again and they laughed as they rode it back up.

She sat at the foot of the bed as he poured the wine. She took only a sip before standing. She began to remove his coat and he anne porno kissed her again. It took her breath away the way he teased her back the same way she had teased him.

The wine glasses were both set aside and they went to work undressing each other. Old married people don't do that. They each get undressed on their own taking turns in the bathroom before going to bed wondering if they get to, or have to, do something before they go to sleep.

Her legs were thinner, her ass narrower than he expected. Her immense breasts had thrown him off. He ran his hands over her soft flesh. She was not tall but now her legs seemed impossibly long. He sat her on the edge of the bed and kissed her thighs, her calves and she giggled as he kissed her ankles.

Two years... and a few months... it had been so long. Intimacy with her husband had ended long before they had split up. He'd had someone else. It had kept him busy. She thought she was the someone else now. She hated it and loved it. She felt the scratchiness of his beard along her legs. She gasped when his mouth moved up her thigh. His hands rose over her hips. He tugged her panties between his teeth. He moaned. She wasn't planning all that. She thought it was just going to be sex. His tongue traced a line between her panties and her leg and she moaned. It was going to happen. His hands found her breasts. He wrapped his fingers around them. She gripped his hands moving his fingers to her nipples and then pinched down around them showing him what she liked. When he did it all on his own she spread her arms out wide across the bed.

His pressed his tongue inside the lacey hem of her panties. He had liked that she wore nice underwear. He had loved that they matched the bra. He tasted her. He ran his tongue along her lip until he found the point where her lips met. She groaned again, a deep and guttural moan and he pressed his teeth through the lace. Again, she rewarded him with a moan. He released her breasts and pulled her panties off her hips and ass and up her thighs. She laughed gently at her legs being extended straight up in the air.

When they were out of the way he wrapped his arms around her legs holding them over his shoulders. He found her nipples and again and rolled them between his thumb and forefingers as he buried his face in the soft musky folds between her legs.

Her body began to quiver and he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her. If what he did made her moan he did it again.

*quot;Oh god. There!*quot; she squealed. She reached for him. She found his thick head of hair and pulled it to her. He held his tongue exactly where she wanted it. She dug her heels into his back below his shoulder blades. She came furiously. The intensity was probably more due to how long it had been since someone else had pulled her across the edge arap porno but it was marvelous just the same. She panted and he ran his tongue along her pussy in long slow strokes. *quot;Oh god,*quot; she muttered repeatedly.

He stood up and looked down at her. She returned the look. Her soft body laid spread out before him. He wanted all of it. He undid his jeans, pulled off his socks and boxer briefs. She inched up the bed enough that she was settled dead into the center of it. Her legs were spread, her knees were bent, and her large breasts heaved with each breath. He moved on top of her.

*quot;Oh my god,*quot; she whispered. He pressed his cock against her. She reached for her legs, and gripped them just below her knees. His mass moved on top of her. She loved the size of him, the smell of him, and the hunger he showed for her. *quot;Start slow,*quot; she whispered.

Her mind cleared as he began to move inside of her. She watched him for a minute. He was propped up on his extended arms watching her. He was positively delicious. As his pace quickened she rolled her head back, closed her eyes and let it wash over her.

He felt her orgasm around his cock and saw it in the way her body trembled. He tried his best to move slowly on top of her but as his mind found itself focused on nothing but the feel of her around him, her legs locked behind his lower back, her breasts moving in time with his thrusts, he took her, moving more quickly and deeply inside of her.

His cock exploded inside of her. She cooed at the sensation and gripped his ass in both hands. She didn't want him to ever leave her.

They did it for a while longer just because they could until he was spent and rolled off of her. In bed together they caught their breath and exchanged kisses. She couldn't help but smile when he kissed her.

The room was dark. A slow steady clicking sound from the air conditioner hypnotized her.

*quot;Can you stay?*quot; she whispered before drifting off.

*quot;For a while,*quot; he said.

She rolled over and wrapped her arm around him. She wrapped her leg over his thigh. He put his arm around her as well. His hand traced small circles on the small of her back until her breath was slow and steady on his chest.

He knew he needed to leave but he couldn't. He stared at the ceiling through the dark. He felt guilt and shame until he remembered he didn't need to and realizing it was all okay, utterly and perfectly okay he squeezed her gently.

*quot;Are you awake?*quot; she asked almost too softly for him to hear.

*quot;Yes,*quot; he whispered back.

*quot;Do you need to go?*quot; she asked.

*quot;No, actually. I don't need to go anywhere.*quot;

She moved her body on top of him. She was lighter than he had expected her to be. She rocked up into a sitting position. Her pale skin glowed almost purple in the dim light. He felt himself swelling between them.

*quot;My name is Kendra, by the way.*quot;

*quot;Nelson,*quot; he said back. They smiled at each other until she rocked just right pressing him inside of her.

*quot;Nelson, it's nice to meet you.*quot; She closed her eyes. He smiled a grin that would be with him for weeks.