1. A Brief Encounter


    Date: 6/15/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Author: ShaylaStrifflers, Source: xHamster

    The New England autumn rain had stopped by the time I drove the rental south on Route 95 back toward my hotel. It was late and the taillights of the few cars on the highway shone on the wet pavement ahead of me. I had traveled back to my home town to visit f****y. Not a particularly happy visit. A funeral, in fact. Despite the sadness that brought us together, it was good to see people who I hadn’t seen in so long. It was over though, and I would fly home the next morning. Those thoughts occupied my mind as I drove, and I guess I wasn’t paying close enough attention as I got a little too close to a black BMW in front of me before swinging around to go by. As I slowly passed I looked over, the bright overhead highway lights illuminating the woman behind the wheel. She looked over, too. I thought she’d be annoyed at my close approach to her back bumper, but she seemed to smile as I accelerated away. I pulled back into her lane with her headlights in my mirror. My mind drifted off again until I got to the Airport exit and eased off the interstate. As I waited at the light at the bottom of the off ramp, I noticed that the Beamer had pulled up behind me. When I made the left onto Post Road, so did she. And she followed me onto the street next to the hotel. And then into the parking lot, pulling into a space about fifty feet away. Kind of a coincidence, I thought. I gathered up a few things, got out of the car, and walked across the wet asphalt to the entrance to my wing of the ... hotel. I heard the clicking of the Beamer Woman’s boots following me, and as I opened the door to enter the hotel, she broke into a little jog to catch up. I held the door for her and walked down the corridor to the elevator. She was still right behind me. The elevator door opened immediately and we both entered. I hit the button for the third floor and asked, “Which floor would you like?” “I’m going to three, also.” As the car rose, I glanced over at a fairly stunning woman. Early thirties, I’d say. Younger than me by a ways. Wearing glasses, a very stylish overcoat, and shiny black boots. She stared straight ahead until the door opened at the third floor. “Have a nice evening.” I said, and turned down the hall to my room. When I stuck the card in the slot and opened the door, Beamer Woman was about ten feet behind me. Before I let the door close, I turned to sneak one last look as she went by. She didn’t go by. She stopped right in front of the door. We stared at each other silently for about five seconds. Her overcoat was open at the top, and I didn’t see anything underneath. I stood aside and allowed her to brush right by me as she walked slowly into my suite. She turned to face me in the semi-darkness, her hands in the pockets of her coat. I felt a moment of stupidity as I thought about what could be in her hand. But her hands were empty when she took them out of her pockets, removed her glasses, and untied the belt which closed her coat at the waist. My tie was loose and ...
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