I received an e-mail from “Sarah” this morning. She is a flight attendant and part-time escort. We had seen each other before. She was in town for a couple of days and was available. I replied expressing interest in an appointment, and she responded, saying that she could meet me early this evening. I battled rush hour traffic and arrived at a hotel near the airport. I was welcomed by a friendly, curvy, somewhat matronly woman in her 40’s in black lingerie. She fetched me a bottle of water, and we caught up a bit. Then it was time for fun.
She positioned herself so she was sitting on the tops of my thighs. She slid the latex over me. Moving up on her knees, she positioned herself above me, fitting me inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back her head. This woman was built to fuck. Rocking her pelvis back and forth, her big tits flopping up and down, she increased her speed as I bucked beneath her, magnifying the friction inside her. She continued to ride me, picking up her pace even more. I grabbed onto those delicious breasts, as if I was holding on for dear life.
Then she suddenly stopped and got off me. She got on her knees and leaned forward, inviting me to enter her from behind. I guided my cock to her pussy. Placing my hands around her ample waist, I started pumping. My strokes became deeper and stronger. She arched her back and cried, “Oh, God, I’m coming!”
Lutheran Guilt 