Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2018 19:54:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 19

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 19

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I replayed the voice messages left by Janice three more times. The idea of
sex with Janice and Kathryn was tempting, very tempting. But after just
dumping my load over Mike's cock and balls, and given my inward concerns
about doing stuff behind Louise's back, and also wanting to be at my best
in the morning for the training course, I eventually gave it up as a bad
idea. As Janice had said, there was always tomorrow.

As the sensible part of my brain talked myself out of heading up to the
seventh floor, (why shouldn't I? my less sensible persona asked), I
recognized that I still had bad memories of how this all started. That
first Thursday night, when I caught Louise in Bill's car. Louise cheating
on me. I could see no other way of looking at it. She cheated on me. My
online shit was nothing. At least that's how I felt.

At the time, I felt I'd got even with both Louise and Bill when I ass-
fucked Bill's boyfriend Rudy the next day. But I couldn't shake it. Louise
had started this all by sucking another guy's cock. A gay guy's cock. Did
that make it better or worse, the fact Bill was gay? I felt it didn't
really matter. Fucking hell, was I gay?

To me, what did matter was Louise had done her shit behind my back. She'd
said she wanted me to catch her, but if I'd stayed in the house, what then?
She'd made out in a car parked at the end of our driveway. Right outside
our home. I wasn't over it. I felt it wasn't macho male pride. Or maybe it
was? But I couldn't help feeling how I felt.

I thought I was still sure that I didn't want to lose Louise. Although
lately the sexual stuff was making me feel confused. Jealous. Insecure
even. I knew that there WAS more to our relationship than sex. We had two
young boys. We had fun together. We could talk. I liked being in Louise's
company. It wasn't like I'd felt I was stuck in a dead-end marriage before
we'd embarked on our sexual adventures. I'd always seen Louise as a friend.
My best friend.

Sure the sex had over time certainly slipped down a notch from what I felt
I needed. But now, all our relationship seemed to be about was sex. Sex,
sex and more sex. We'd heightened that part of our relationship, but it had
taken over, consumed even, all the other aspects of our relationship. I
felt I'd lost those other parts of Louise I liked. And now I was struggling
to deal with this woman with a ravenous sexual appetite. That I couldn't
satisfy on my own any more.

But also if I was being honest I was excited by a lot of what we were
doing. Especially having sex with guys. ME having sex with guys I mean.
Shit, I was really struggling to come to terms with my feelings. Maybe I
was just sexually and emotionally immature?

Louise had said I could press the stop button. What if I did? Would she
want to stop? I was pretty sure if I tried to stop, it would end in tears.
My tears probably. And would I want to stop having sex with guys? The urge
would get to me. I knew it would.

I wondered if I was being a hypocrite. Deep down I knew I was.

As I tried to relax, my mind kept going back to Louise's infidelity. I was
now fully thinking of the initial Bill 'fumble' as cheating. And I now
openly wondered if there had been other guys, at other times, during the
two year 'going through the motions' period of our sex life.

You see, I'd never really considered actually fucking another woman. I'd
got my kicks online, safely away from reality it seemed to me. It wasn't
cheating as far as I was concerned. Somehow my cybersex had graduated
quickly to chatroom jerkoffs with other guys. Not other women. Guys. I
think I cybered with a woman once. And that was probably a guy pretending
to be a woman, we didn't cam. Some guys I had cammed with. But to me it was
all a LONG way removed from blowing a guy in his car.

So I pondered whether maybe now I should avail myself of opportunities with
other women (or guys) when they came up. Like with super-hot MILF Janice.
Who I now realized I really wanted to fuck. And it seemed to me to be risk
free, here in this hotel, at this time.

Shawna? Riskier. But I also wanted her. Just the two of us fucking an
afternoon away, in a motel somewhere. Shit, I was now fantasizing about
actually setting up trysts with Shawna. I wondered, not for the first time,
if I was fucking losing it.

I was confused. Resentful even. I decided the best thing to do was to go to
sleep, try and stop thinking about this shit. Thankfully there were no more
calls from Suite 764 to test my resolve. If there had been, I'd have gone
upstairs. 100%.

I tossed and turned for maybe 40, 45 minutes, but I couldn't sleep. I
realized the bad thoughts were probably a result of me being away from
Louise. For the first time since we started to fuck other people, I was
spending a couple of nights away from home. I had the cheating thing
running through my mind. Was Louise cheating on me now? I wondered what
Louise would say if she caught me cheating one day. What if, say, I was
fucking fat-titted Donna Maloney? Louise would fucking flip I thought.

Thinking about Donna Maloney reminded me I had an email from Randall with
the credentials to the private area of Donna's hooker/porn site. I thought
that if I couldn't sleep, maybe a visit to Donna's website would help me
unwind. At the worst, I'd get to jerk off looking at Donna's huge tits.
That in itself would piss Louise off if she ever found out what I was
doing.

I flipped open my laptop, found Randall's email with a link, examined the
username/password, and fired up www.xxl-donna-xxx.com.

The home page popped up with a background of Donna's huge voluptuous tits
in close-up, no face shot. The website actually looked quite professional.

There was an 'About' link which I accessed by clicking on a link on the
homepage. Another shot of Donna, full body, huge tits flopping out from a
red shiny satin corset, her belly compressed so she looked less fat, her
shaved pussy fully visible, but again no face in the picture.

There was a brief bio of Donna. She described herself as a sexual libertine
who liked pushing the boundaries of her sexuality with like-minded
individuals, males and females over 21, of all races. It said her husband
approved and was available to film any rendezvous in a "Pornstar package".
She'd also added that her husband was bi and would happily participate in
any 'reasonable' scenarios.

There was a link to a 'Services' page where Donna listed what she would do.
It was a long list. The 'Anal receiving' service looked like the most
interesting to me. I was less enamored by the 'Facesitting / Suffocation'
one. Or by the 'Watersports'. At the bottom of the page, a disclaimer
advised that any monetary exchange was for time spent together with Donna
and was not related to any of the services listed above.

The website wasn't just a picture or movie site. It was a full-on
prostitute for sale site, make no mistake.

There was a 'Guest tour' link which I skipped. I clicked the link marked
'Private-Members Only', and was challenged for my username and password. I
entered the details Randall had given me.

After a slight pause loading, a slightly different background was
displayed. Now I could clearly see Donna's face. It looked like the corset
picture from the screen before, but with Donna's face visible. Despite her
weight issues, Donna was an attractive woman. A definite hot BBW. Maybe I
should just fuck her one day, I thought. She wanted to fuck me. Louise
fucked other guys. Why not?

I looked at the new menu options. 'Services' was still a link, also
'Gifts'. The other options were 'Photo Gallery', 'Movies', and 'Links'.

I decided to check out the gallery, before seeing what the movie section
had on offer.

The gallery had thumbnails linked to picture sets. Each thumbnail had a
title. Shit, there was a full page of sub-galleries. Frank and Donna had
been busy. The titles included, 'BBW takes BBC', 'BAD!!!! Girl Scouts',
'Donna fucks fans (series)', 'Donna's shemale sexperience, 'Couple FUCK the
babysitter', 'Donna, Kate and Megan', 'Pizza delivery surprise', 'Gang bang
bukkake August 11', and one I found intriguing, so much so that I clicked
on it first, 'Young Donna'.

I was taken aback by the pictures that appeared on the screen. Shit! Donna
had looked VERY good when she was younger. Louise and I became friends with
the Maloney's when we were maybe 27, 28, about 4 years ago. Louise had
briefly met Donna at summer school a few years before, but I'd never met
Donna until our second house move in the fall of 2014. The year Louise did
summer school, I'd done a month long trip to Spain and Portugal. It was
maybe two years before Louise and I married.

Donna was very pretty but had always struggled with her weight since I knew
her. In front of me, there were about a dozen pictures. About six were a
set taken of Donna on vacation by the swimming pool of a private villa. She
looked about 22, 23. Long blonde hair, make-up perfect. Totally naked
except for a thin gold chain around her waist. Donna's tits were
beautifully firm, a lot less flabby than now. What got me most was that
Donna was drinking a glass of red wine in the photos, and she was also
smoking a cigarette. Shit, within 2 or 3 seconds I was hard. Properly hard.
The best shot had her sitting down on a sun lounger, smiling at the camera,
holding the wine glass with her cigarette squeezed between the fingertips
of the hand holding the glass, her free hand spreading her taut pussy lips
apart.

The other pictures were unrelated pictures of Donna in lingerie, stockings,
a fetish cop outfit. Posing for Frank's, or somebody else's camera in
various different bedrooms. I suddenly remembered Donna had been married
before she met Frank. It wouldn't have been Frank taking these pictures.
Donna had her tits out in every picture, some open cunt shots. To my
disappointment, she wasn't smoking in any of those photos. But I had to
admit she looked great.

I wondered if the newer galleries, for example 'Donna's shemale delight'
would have movies of them in the movie section. I was basing my logic on
the thumbnails, which looked more professionally shot than the 'young'
section, where the photos looked like scans of real photographs. Most of
them anyway. The new preview shots also had a much plumper Donna visible in
them.

Following my hunch, I switched to the movie section. I was mostly right.
Many of the gallery sets were indeed included in the thumbnails to the
Flash movies. There was text at the top of the page that said 'Fan' movies
were only published with the 'Fan's' consent. I was still hard but didn't
want an immediate orgasm, so my curiosity got the better of me. I flipped
back to the galleries to look at the fan pics.

When I opened the fan section, I saw there were in total around 15 photos.
I opened the first, and then scrolled through them. Pic 1, an older guy I
didn't know, face in picture, no attempt to cover up, his fat cock buried
in Donna's cunt from behind. The next shot had the guy in the picture's
face blurred. He was young, and I was pretty sure it was Shawna's ex-
boyfriend, Robert. Cock being squeezed onto Donna's cum-covered smiling
face. Pretty much all of the pictures that followed showed either Donna on
all fours taking a cock from behind, with the 'Fan's' face pixelated, or a
cock in mouth shot, or a cumshot onto Donna's tits or face. Donna seemed to
be smiling in all of them. I guess the fans got their money's worth.

The last photo did however give me a surprise. It was a side-on shot, high
quality. Donna was leant over a girl's gaping cunt, her face twisted and
her teeth gritted in an almost scowl. The other girl, whose face was out of
shot, had coffee colored skin. I knew straight away it was Shawna. There
was a guy with his massive cock buried halfway into Donna's asshole, veins
pulsing out from his thick shaft. The shot was crystal clear. As was the
guy's face. Fabio. Fuck! The unidentified girl was definitely Shawna, I
felt like I knew her nether regions intimately. I couldn't really say why,
but I felt shitty about seeing this picture. What the fuck was it with my
feelings for Shawna?

I flipped back to the movie section. I did now feel the need to jerk off. I
felt it would help me sleep.

Where to start? I saw the thumbnail to the shemale movie. It was pretty
fucking obvious the shemale in question was Randall. Raquel. I decided to
save that one 'til last.

I started with the BBC movie. I was quietly impressed when instead of going
straight into the action there was an intro scene with Donna talking into
the camera. Credit to Donna, or probably Frank. They had production values.

I listened as Donna spoke. She was lying on her side on a double bed. She
was wearing a white bra and panties, suspender belt and white stockings.
She was also languidly smoking a cigarette.

'Just a quick message to all my fans. I'm an equal opportunity slut. I
don't care what color you are. If you have a fully functional cock that can
keep me satisfied, I'm your best lover for all of the time you're with me.
Now let's see what happened when my friends Hank and Andre paid me a
visit!'

What followed was formulaic black MMF bullshit. The guys would play rough,
slapping Donna's tits and so on, all the time asking Donna to tell them how
much she liked 'nigger cock'. Calling her a 'white bitch', or a 'white
whore'. Both of the guys, who both looked around 40 years old packed big
ones. There was the predictable stuffing of each massive cock deep into
Donna's throat - cue lots of gagging and near vomiting on her part. I fast
forwarded. There was the inevitable DP. Donna could sure take a large cock
in both holes. Then the final scene was a double cumshot onto Donna's face.

I was still hard, but what I'd just watched really wasn't my thing. It
wasn't that I didn't like interracial porn. But black guys must fuck white
women for pleasure, including the women's pleasure, right? Without all of
this overt racial bullshit. Right?

I decided to watch the 'BAD!!!! Girl Scouts' movie next. Again there was an
intro scene. Donna, this time squeezed into a tight red dress, telling the
viewers that sometimes the most innocent situations could turn into
something hot.

The story started with two 'girls' in Girl Scout uniform talking to Donna
in her kitchen. The uniform I was pretty sure was NOT 'regulation'. The
shirts maybe, although they were tied up to expose each girl's waist. Plus
the neckerchiefs. But the micro mini-skirts definitely not. Neither the
black woolen stockings which stretched above the girl's knees. Or the
slutty make-up. The pigtails, maybe.

As to the 'girls'. One was blonde, and looked about 30 years old. Her small
tits presumably helped her squeeze a few bucks out of her talent in
hardcore schoolgirl or babysitter scenes, no doubt. Not unpretty. But not
exactly a stunner either. She reminded me a little of Esther, Mike's
friend, but definitely rougher. During my internet period I'd seen girls
like her on hooker sites and wondered who the fuck would actually pay to
fuck them?

The other 'girl', dark haired, and a lot younger, was more interesting. I
paused the movie with the 'girl' fully on screen, a face shot. I was right.
No fucking way was 'she' actually a girl. It was a young guy, maybe 18 or
19 years old, very heavily made-up in a black pigtails wig, but a long way
from being convincingly female. I actually wondered for a second if it was
Shawna's ex, Robert. It wasn't. I hadn't seen this kid before.

I resumed the movie. Donna thanked the 'girls' for helping carry her
groceries home. Donna then poured herself a drink from a liquor bottle and
lit a cigarette. The blonde Girl Scout sheepishly asked if she could have a
cigarette. Donna told them that she didn't think 'Girl Scouts should
smoke'. The dark haired tranny replied that there were lots of things she
and her friend did that they shouldn't. Donna handed her cigarette to the
blonde. The blonde took a deep pull, handed the cigarette to the tranny
Girl Scout who also inhaled, then the blonde started French kissing Donna
and squeezing her tits, fumbling and freeing Donna's large mammmaries from
their tight cage in the front of Donna's red dress before hungrily sucking
on Donna's nipples.

From there it developed in a usual 'kitchen sex' kind of way at first.
Donna up on a kitchen unit by her sink, it was Frank and Donna's kitchen,
being licked and fingered by the blonde Girl Scout, the tranny licking at
the blonde's ass. Then Donna getting her dress off, exposing a red garter
belt and red stockings. Donna was also wearing bright red high heels that
she kept on throughout.

The action moved off of the kitchen worktop. The blonde was now naked
except for her black stockings. Then Donna gasped in mock surprise, when
the dark haired Girl Scout exposed his/her 'surprise'. The tranny kid
actually yelled 'Surprise!' when she pulled her cock out of her tight black
panties. To be fair, the young tranny actually had a pretty nice looking
decent sized cock.

The blonde then licked Donna out on the kitchen floor, while Donna took the
tranny's cock in her mouth. This then developed into the tranny Girl Scout
cunt-fucking Donna on the kitchen table as blonde Girl Scout kissed Donna
and paid a lot of attention to Donna's wobbling tits. The climax came as
tranny Girl Scout erupted over Donna's lower belly and garter belt. The
movie ended very nicely for me as Donna and the two Girl Scouts lit post-
coital cigarettes and gazed into the camera as the scene faded. If this
really was Frank filming this shit, and I guess it was, I had to tip my hat
to him.

As I'd watched this movie, I had been stroking my cock absent-mindedly. I
felt I wasn't far off coming.

It was time for the shemale scene. I decided I'd bust a nut and go to bed.
I clicked on the link.

Yes, it was Randall, well, Raquel. The intro scene was Donna and Raquel
sitting on a couch, smoking. Nice. Frank was behind the camera, it was his
voice, asking them questions.

Donna wore a sexy white low cut dress, which her voluptuous titties were
fighting to squeeze out of. Randall/Raquel was dressed like a cheerleader.
It seemed a bit weird, but OK, I could go with it. The main thing I noticed
was that under his crop top jersey, Randall must have been wearing
prosthetic breast-forms. Good ones. Raquel's wig was black this time, not
purple like when we'd partied. Like when I'd fucked Raquel, Raquel's make
up was expertly applied. Silver eye shadow, thick false lashes, bright pink
lips. Very slutty.

Frank asked Randall his name. Randall, in his Raquel persona, replied
'Raquel'. Frank then asked Donna if she'd ever been with a 'shemale'. Donna
said no, but she'd love to, and was looking forward to it.

The movie then cut straight into the action. Donna / Raquel kissing on a
bed, still both clothed. A jump to Raquel eating Donna's cunt. Donna now
naked except for a skin tone pair of hold-up stockings.

Donna sucking Raquel's cock. Raquel fucking Donna missionary. Then another
cut/jump. Donna on all fours, Raquel carefully taking aim and guiding her
cock into Donna's asshole. Frank then went anatomical close-up as Raquel's
thick black dick slid in and out of his wife's asshole as Donna squealed
loudly. Then the cumshot onto Donna's ass cheeks. As I watched Raquel's
jizz shoot onto Donna's skin, I also spurted my load. Fuck! I hadn't jerked
off since Louise had caught me doing internet porn. I'd actually forgotten
how good solo sex could be.

There was one surprise left. Frank came from behind the camera and licked
Randall's jizz off of Donna's butt cheeks. Still 'on camera', Donna must
have picked the camera up, Frank enthusiastically cleaned Randall's dick
with his mouth. The clip ended with Donna declaring that her husband was
'one kinky slut'.

I cleaned myself up. I made a mental note to revisit Donna's website. And
then this time I did go to bed and sleep.



I slept OK, and got up in plenty time to make the breakfast buffet in the
Williams room. I'd pinned on my 'Change Management' name badge. When I got
to the buffet, there were five or six people there. Jim Clarke did the
introductions. Mike arrived about 5 minutes behind me. There seemed to be a
decent mix. I was pretty sure I wasn't the oldest course attendee. There
was another gray-tinted guy who looked around 40, called Rob. Rob Bell. He
introduced himself to me.

We were twelve in total. Four of which were women.

There was Esther, who I'd met briefly the night before. A woman called
Rebeka Furst. She had auburn permed hair, I'd say late 20s, thin athletic
body, and by no means ugly, but flat chested. She looked to be expensively
dressed in a gray designer pant suit. Then there was a woman called Ruth
Haskell, who looked like a manly bull-dyke lesbian in a pinstriped dark
blue pants suit. She had short mousey blonde hair, cut like a boy's, and
wore very understated make-up. And then, chatting to Jim, was Marianne. The
hot one.

I'd put Marianne around 28, 29. She had full long blonde hair, which she'd
styled back from the middle, but with a front shock combed forwards over
her forehead. Very nicely tanned skin, which looked like tanning salon
chic. Marianne's makeup was very subtle, she wore a slightly darker brown
eyeshadow to her skin tone, which blended into her full dark brown
eyelashes, and she wore a peachy colored matt lipstick. Marianne had a
small diamond nose stud in her left nostril; her nose had a slight Roman
bend to it. But make no mistake, Marianne was one of those women you'd
definitely look twice at if you saw her in a bar. I noticed also that
Marianne wore elaborate large gold geometrically patterned earrings, which
dangled from her earlobes and were visible from under her long hair.

Clothes-wise Marianne was dressed in a light brown business type skirt
suit, with a black blouse underneath. Her tits weren't the biggest, but
that's not to say they didn't look nice. Firm, pert, and rounded. Marianne
wore no stockings/pantyhose, and had a pair of heeled light tan sandals on
her feet.

Jim clapped his hands to bring us to attention.

"OK, people, ten minutes until we start. Smokers, this is your last chance
for a cigarette before lunch, so I suggest you satisfy your addiction now
before we start."

Six or seven people headed for the door to the outside balcony area,
including all four of the women. I watched through the window as Marianne
lit her cigarette sensuously with a gold lighter, before she gave a light
to Ruth, the one I figured was a dyke. As I watched Marianne smoke
hungrily, I felt my cock harden a little. Mike broke my train of thought.

"So Ron. Marianne? You like?"

I turned to face Mike. "She's nice. Pity I'm a happily married man."

Mike looked at me, slightly confused. I smiled to let Mike know I was
joshing with him.

"Oh Ron, you are a naughty one. I'm looking forward to visiting you and
Louise."

Mike toned his voice down to a whisper. "Most of all I'm looking forward to
fucking YOU".



The morning session started with introductions. In addition to the women,
and myself, Mike, and Rob, the other males making up the course were
Carlos, a muscular Hispanic whom Mike had met the night before in the bar;
Don, an Asian, whom I guessed to be of Vietnamese origin, the second name
on his name tag was Trang; Luther, an early 20s African American with a
shaved head and a tattoo on his neck; Glenn, a long haired mid 20s hipster
type, who introduced himself as Canadian; and finally, Tyrone, a tall but
bulky black guy with a short Afro hair-do.

Of the guys, only Glenn looked like the kind of guy I'd be interested in.
That way. Other than Mike, of course.

The morning session was slow. Jim Clarke presenting, pretty much one way,
with the attendees listening, and less student interaction than I would
have liked. As we approached our lunch break, Jim explained an exercise
we'd do in the afternoon session, where we'd be split into three teams of
four. I wondered who I'd get on my team.

Jim then read out the rosters.

"OK, each team will be given a color, and your instruction packs will be on
paper of that same color, on my desk.

"Team Lemon. Tyrone, Rebeka, Esther, Mike. Team Mint. Don, Carlos, Ruth,
Glenn."

I worked out my team in my head before Jim announced it.

"Team Violet. Luther, Marianne, Robert, Ron"

I smiled inwardly. Marianne. A chance to get to know her better. I was also
half relieved, but I don't know exactly why, that I wasn't on Mike's team.

We took lunch before starting the afternoon session. Nothing much happened
as we ate from the buffet. I chatted with Rob, he told me he'd brought his
partner along for the trip, she was sightseeing in Boston right now. Luther
was from Foxboro, he was staying just one night, tonight, in the hotel. It
was all his 'cheap bastard' employer would pay for. He said he couldn't
believe Rob's company would pay for his girlfriend to come, and pay for
their gas to drive up from their 'crooked financial institution' on Long
Island. I think he was only half joking. Mike and Esther seemed deep in
conversation throughout the lunch break. I didn't get a chance to talk to
Glenn. Bull dyke Ruth monopolized him. I didn't really talk to anyone else.
Marianne mainly stood outside chain-smoking on her cellphone. The more I
saw of her, the more I wanted her. She smoked intensely. I thought she'd
suck cock just as intensely.

The afternoon session was better. We were given different hypothetical
assignments, dealing with a major change. Our team's task was to detail how
we would deal with a situation where Pepsi were somehow given exclusivity
on cola, no-one else could manufacture and sell cola, and how we, as Coca
Cola's management board, who could no longer market our main product, would
cope. It seemed like a stupid scenario, but to be fair it made us think.
Marianne was quite vocal, and I did get the opportunity to spin ideas off
of her, and I felt we started to at least connect. Rob was pretty passive.
Luther was good at organizing our ideas.

At the end of the session, each team had to present its findings. We
persuaded Marianne to present for us. I mean we'd get some points just for
Marianne being a hot chick, right? But when it came down to Jim's final
judgement, we were a sad third.

The winners were Team Mint. They'd dealt with a hypothetical situation
where a trucking company had to deal with prohibition of 'dirty' fuel and a
switch to an alternative. Evidently Carlos had aced the task, as part of
his job dealt with renewable energy. So they pushed the battery technology
/ electric truck angle. Jim praised that as imaginative, as at previous
sessions he said most teams suggested a switch to railcars. I felt that
their submission was bullshit. Somebody would have to manufacture the
fucking trucks, right? Anyway, Don's team's submission totally fucked our
orange and lemon cola recipe suggestions. Plus Luther's alternative
suggestion to switch to making alcoholic beverages which were like Vodka
and Coke, but weren't Coke.

At 5pm we were told we had some down time. We'd meet in the bar at 6:15pm
prompt for a trip a few blocks from the hotel to a Vietnamese restaurant.
Don (turned out his real name was 'Dung', he was as I'd guessed,
Vietnamese) as Captain of the winning team got to choose the restaurant.
Luther bemoaned the fact we were missing out on his favorite steak
restaurant which was only a block from the hotel.

I headed toward my room to change and caught the elevator with Rob and his
partner who'd joined him at reception.

Rob introduced us. "Ron, this is my partner, Amy. Amy, this is Ron."

I shook Amy's hand. She had a firm grip. "Hi, Ron", a husky voice. Quite
sexy.

Amy looked older than Rob. Considerably older actually, probably 50 I
figured. She had quite a tight, almost athletic, physique. She was tall.
Even without heels she probably stood taller than me. Thick-ish chin. But
not unsexy. Thick brown and blonde tinted hair, in what I would call a
Texan style. As in big, a lot of hairspray, like an 80s rock star almost.
Sunglasses perched on her head. Obvious make up, sparkly eye shadow, dark
red lips, but not too heavy. She had what I just knew were fake tits. A
heavily rounded pair of silicon boobs, her cleavage poking out from a low
cut white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Torn blue jeans, probably
designer, and black studded ankle boots. Without too much of a second
thought, I was pretty sure if the situation was right I'd fuck her.

I said goodbye as I left the elevator on 6. Rob explained they were on the
smoking floor, 7. I didn't remember Ron taking a smoke break, so Amy must
have been the smoker.

Holding the elevator doors open, Ron then added that Amy wasn't eating out
with us, and that she'd be meeting us all in the bar downstairs after we
got back from the restaurant. I wondered if the insurance salesmen who hit
on Janice would be making moves on Amy. Whilst not as downright sexy, as
feminine even, as Janice, Amy still rocked the MILF look. I was sure she'd
draw attention as a single female at the bar. I hoped Rob wasn't too much
the jealous type.

I opened the door to my room. Time to call Louise.




TO BE CONTINUED