I Had Sex With a Stranger
I have had sex with many strangers - I love the thrill of the unknown.
I think my first experience of it (apart from fun at parties and that sort of thing - by sex with a stranger I assume we mean choosing to have sex with someone in a non-sexual setting - just picking them up) was when I was in my early 30s and went to a professional conference in one of those huge conference hotels. When I got there I found that I did not have a reservation - somebody back at our office seemed to have cocked up. I argued with the desk and they were apologetic but adamant - they had no rooms available. All they could suggest was either to wait to see if there was a cancellation, or find another hotel, which they thought might be difficult at this late stage.
It was the first time I had been to this annual conference so I did not know anyone - who does at that age. Despondent, I went and sat in the bar, thinking what to do. I was sitting near 2 nice looking guys in their 50s, and must have looked a bit flustered because one of them came over to me and asked if I was ok. I said I was having a few problems with the hotel, was on my own and there for the first time - they asked me to join them at their table for a drink and I did.
We got chatting; they were also there for the conference, with another colleague. I told them what was happening to me and they sympathised. They had a third colleague and two of them were having to share a room, which they did not like very much. The other guy laughed and said that he would have offered me to share his room but he was sure that I wouldn't like that, and we all laughed. I thought yes, but I am sure you would like it as I could see both of them surreptitiously looking at my bulging chest.
I went and checked with the desk again to see if there had been any cancellations or no-shows and they said that everyone seemed to have checked in by now and there were no rooms. I went back to my new friends, to find only the one guy, the one on his own, still there. I was looking very despondent I suppose, and told him what they had said. He did not say anything and there was an awkward silence for a while. Then, not fancying finding another hotel at that time of night I just looked at him - he knew straight away, and he just said, ok, lets take your bag up and you can get settled.
In the room he said that he would sleep on the chair and I could have the (double) bed. I argued that I would take the chair but he was adamant.
When it came to it, later when we came back to the room after a few more drinks, I had made my mind up, and while he was in the bathroom changing I ******** and got into the bed. When he came out of the bathroom in his PJs he looked a little surprised, but not shocked, specially when I threw back the bedclothes and patted the bed at the side of me and said that he needed some payment for his very kind offer of getting me out of trouble. I saw his eyes drop from my face to my large ****, and was gratified by the sight of an immediate reaction in his pants.
It was a pretty good night. I really enjoyed taking the lead by climbing onto him as soon as he laid down on the bed, draping my large **** in his face and feeling him slide up inside my by now very juicy *****. He joked that as we were at a health care conference, maybe my ******* him bareback was not very politically correct, which it wasn't, but we both still enjoyed the fact that he could feel me skin to skin, and have the pleasure of filling me.
His colleagues, as you could guess, were highly jealous the next morning when they called for him and I opened the door to them wearing just in a little towel, which proved to be very loose!
It was also a pretty good conference, with extras, lasting several days.
I think my first experience of it (apart from fun at parties and that sort of thing - by sex with a stranger I assume we mean choosing to have sex with someone in a non-sexual setting - just picking them up) was when I was in my early 30s and went to a professional conference in one of those huge conference hotels. When I got there I found that I did not have a reservation - somebody back at our office seemed to have cocked up. I argued with the desk and they were apologetic but adamant - they had no rooms available. All they could suggest was either to wait to see if there was a cancellation, or find another hotel, which they thought might be difficult at this late stage.
It was the first time I had been to this annual conference so I did not know anyone - who does at that age. Despondent, I went and sat in the bar, thinking what to do. I was sitting near 2 nice looking guys in their 50s, and must have looked a bit flustered because one of them came over to me and asked if I was ok. I said I was having a few problems with the hotel, was on my own and there for the first time - they asked me to join them at their table for a drink and I did.
We got chatting; they were also there for the conference, with another colleague. I told them what was happening to me and they sympathised. They had a third colleague and two of them were having to share a room, which they did not like very much. The other guy laughed and said that he would have offered me to share his room but he was sure that I wouldn't like that, and we all laughed. I thought yes, but I am sure you would like it as I could see both of them surreptitiously looking at my bulging chest.
I went and checked with the desk again to see if there had been any cancellations or no-shows and they said that everyone seemed to have checked in by now and there were no rooms. I went back to my new friends, to find only the one guy, the one on his own, still there. I was looking very despondent I suppose, and told him what they had said. He did not say anything and there was an awkward silence for a while. Then, not fancying finding another hotel at that time of night I just looked at him - he knew straight away, and he just said, ok, lets take your bag up and you can get settled.
In the room he said that he would sleep on the chair and I could have the (double) bed. I argued that I would take the chair but he was adamant.
When it came to it, later when we came back to the room after a few more drinks, I had made my mind up, and while he was in the bathroom changing I ******** and got into the bed. When he came out of the bathroom in his PJs he looked a little surprised, but not shocked, specially when I threw back the bedclothes and patted the bed at the side of me and said that he needed some payment for his very kind offer of getting me out of trouble. I saw his eyes drop from my face to my large ****, and was gratified by the sight of an immediate reaction in his pants.
It was a pretty good night. I really enjoyed taking the lead by climbing onto him as soon as he laid down on the bed, draping my large **** in his face and feeling him slide up inside my by now very juicy *****. He joked that as we were at a health care conference, maybe my ******* him bareback was not very politically correct, which it wasn't, but we both still enjoyed the fact that he could feel me skin to skin, and have the pleasure of filling me.
His colleagues, as you could guess, were highly jealous the next morning when they called for him and I opened the door to them wearing just in a little towel, which proved to be very loose!
It was also a pretty good conference, with extras, lasting several days.
By:
CateyH
Age:
56-60
,
Female
