Van Driver

A couple of years ago while working on a job an hour from home for a few days, I was driving back and to from home each day but a friend was staying in a hotel.  One evening I visited her for a quick drink after work.   While I was waiting for her in the bar a cheeky young guy came over and chatted me up,  He told me he came over to chat to me because he loved mature women with big ****, which he said I obviously had.  His approach was not usually my style, but that time the approach got to me so I when he said it  I cheekily looked down at my **** in their white blouse, ran my hand over them and wobbled them a bit for him as I unbuttoned the top button.  He said that he also thought that red hair was sexy, and that I had "**** me" eyes.  At this point my friend arrived and he left saying he was staying one more night at that hotel, if I was interested.  My friend laughed and commented that I had obviously made something of a hit with him, but I shrugged it off and left for home after the drink.

By the time I got home I had thought about it and  told my hubby I was tired with the travelling and would stay the next night at a hotel - I went to the hotel, and yes, he was there.  I did not bother checking in because within minutes I was in his room with him.  I stood by the bed and began to take my clothes off - skirt first to show my stockings and sussies, then my blouse.  As I dropped my bra he could not resist coming over and grabbing them.  He started squeezing them and sucking my nipples hard while I dropped my pants.   He had absolutely no sophistication at all - he just turned me round and roughly pushed me on all fours on the edge of the bed, pushing my shoulders down so that my *** was up in the air and legs wide apart   I felt him hold my buttocks and his fingers pull my *** cheeks apart, and I thought here we go, he is going to *** **** me first.  But he just stroked my anus for a moment then moved down and pulled my labia wide open and began to finger me inside while his thumb rubbed my ****. He could feel I was soaking wet and I felt his **** tentatively at first push slightly inside me, then he just thrust it all the way in until his balls slapped against me.  By this point he was deep inside me, bareback, and hardly a word had been said!  He leaned over and held my hanging **** while he pounded me until I came a few seconds later, but he didn't.  He rolled me over and threw my legs over his shoulders and pounded me again while holding onto my bouncing ****.  I came again, but he still didn't.  He threw off his shirt and lay on the bed with his very large **** standing up like a pole, and told me to get on it.  This time he did *** - no man can resist me when I sit on them, and I had the pleasure of feeling him spurt inside me and it drip out as I carried on pounding him for a change. From then on it was just hours of him fairly roughly using my body and ******* the daylights out of me - *****, ***, ****, mouth, time and time again - he was insatiable!.  He was very well endowed and very fit, and luckily I had had the forethought to take a bottle of lube with me - I had an idea I would need it, and boy did I.  I also wore stockings, which he found very useful for tying me to the bed.  

I met my colleague in the foyer the next morning and she laughed at how I looked - "******* out" was her description, and boy oh boy I was.  That was one of my best nights for a long time.