Laura

When: March 2007

Status: Married two years, no kids

Occupation: Pharmaceutical Sales Rep

Meetings: 2

Age: 26
Quotable:  "Give me another.  I'm not drunk enough yet."

Laura's another recent entry on my list. In January, Alex was away on business and I found myself alone on a Friday night. I was bored, and as usual, horny. So I decided to venture down to Bahama Breeze to grab a couple of drinks and maybe grab a lonely lady as well.

I got there and hung around the bar area and had a beer. At the end of the bar I noticed a girl in her mid-twenties having an appetizer and some wine. I kept an eye on her to see if she was with anybody.

I was also scanning the whole area for other possible "friends". After about fifteen minutes, she was still alone. Once in awhile she'd do something with her Blackberry and then put it away.

I need one of those all-in-one things. Imagine being able to surf for porn while you're trying to pick up women. few times I'd look up and catch her looking at me. And a few times the opposite happened. While most guys tend to move quickly in this situation, I never do. I'm never desperate, and even if I was, I'd never show it. We played this cat and mouse game for a few minutes until she looked up and caught me looking. I smiled and got a smile back.

A couple of minutes later, I downed the rest of my beer. Before I could order another, the bartender came over and said, "From the lady."

I looked over at this girl and smiled, held the beer up, and said, "Thank you." She said, "You're welcome....gonna come over?" "If you insist." "I insist," she said and laughed.

I went over and introduced myself. Her name was Laura and she was out alone. She asked me why I was out alone.

"My wife's away on business. She travels a lot."

"Oh? And while the wife's away, hubby will play?"

"You know it. Where's your husband?"

"Back home. I'm in town on business." Laura said she worked as a pharmaceutical representative and came to Atlanta often on business.

"Where's your wife?" she asked.

"Dallas."

"Wow. That's where I live. I'm originally from Phoenix."

"Maybe my wife and your husband are talking at this very moment."

She laughed and said, "You never know."

I asked her how long she would be in town.

"I leave Monday night."

"They're paying for you to stay here an extra two days?"

"Yeah, we fell behind with some of our meetings and shit. So they had to keep us here an extra work day. Hey, it's on their dime."

I smiled and said, "Worked out well for me. I got to meet you."

"Good for both us, don't you agree?"

I agreed.

She had come down with five co-workers, but didn't want to bring them along with her tonight for obvious reasons. "Besides," she added, "They're dullsville."

We had a few more drinks. Well, Laura had a few more drinks and really opened up. She had been married for four years and had already cheated on her husband five times.

I laughed and said, "Hey, you're off to a good start. You looking for number six?"

"Fuck yeah.....that's why I bought you that drink!"

It's great to be me.

We kept chatting, and both of us were getting pretty touchy-feely by this point. This girl was gorgeous and I couldn't wait to start fucking her. But patience always triumphs over haste.

Laura knocked down the rest of her drink. She said, "I need to grab a smoke. Let's go outside."

We went outside and both lit a cigarette. We kept talking and Laura said, "You still want to come to my room and spend the night?" "Abso-fucking-lutely." "Cool.....let's get going."

We decided to get a little sample of what awaited us. I leaned over and kissed her. I slid my hand up her skirt and rubbed her pussy. Nice and warm.

I drove us back to her hotel. It was close by, so it only took a couple of minutes. When we pulled into the lot and parked, she told me to wait until the coast was clear.

She went up to the second floor and I waited for her to wave me up. When I got the go ahead, I quickly went to her room. I took a quick look and slipped into the room. Laura was already naked, laying on the bed with her legs spread.

She smiled and said, "Earn that beer I bought you!"

Hey, I'm no slacker. I crawled up between her legs and breathed in the scent of her pussy. It was shaved and very smooth. I took my tongue and licked around her lips. She arched her back and said, "Oh yeahhhhh....."
I continued to lick her pussy and get it nice and wet. Then I moved to her clit. I spread her pussy and exposed it. I started sucking and licking it. It was nice and hard and sensitive.

It wasn't long before she was pulling my head into her cunt and grinding her pussy into my face. My entire face was covered in her juices. She tasted terrific. She came hard, but didn't make too much noise. She didn't want her co-workers to hear her getting her pussy eaten.

She took a deep sigh and said, "I needed that." I stood up and took my clothes off. Laura got on her knees and started sucking my dick. She licked and sucked on my balls. She was excellent at sucking cock.

After spending the evening chatting with and kissing Laura, eating her pussy had gotten me just too close to hold off cumming. I wanted to, but knew the second her mouth touched my cock that I wouldn't last long.

As she was sucking and jerking my cock, and massaging my ball I could feel my cum building up. Laura knew I was close and quickened her pace. Her hands were gripping my ass and finally I pulled out of her mouth and shot my hot cum all over her chest.

We fell onto the bed. Laura rolled on top of me and jokingly taunted, "Gee, I hope you can get your cock hard again, Ryan......I mean, I haven't been fucked yet, you know!"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, but I'll need a coke!" Laura laughed, and went to her fridge.

"Will a diet coke do?"

"In a pinch."

"Boy, that's gratitude. I get you a beer AND a coke and you're mad it's diet!" and laughed.

We spent the next half hour kissing and talking. Laura was pretty cool. She has a cynical, dry wit about her but it always comes off as funny, and not mean spirited. She liked joking around and teasing and appreciates it when people do the same to her.

Soon, I felt my cock regaining some hardness and rolled Laura onto her stomach. I spread her legs and started licking her ass. I have yet to meet a woman who doesn't like this. At first she just laid there with her eyes closed. Then, as I kept licking her ass, I slid my finger into her pussy. She lifted her hips and started groaning some.

I like short-shorts!  If you dare wear short-shorts.....

As I fingered her, I started pushing my tongue in and out of her tight little asshole. She started bucking her ass into my face as she got hotter and hotter. Soon her breathing grew heavy again and I heard her say in a low voice, "I'm cumming, baby."

She rolled over onto her back and said, "I've never been rimmed....that was hot!"

I said, "Glad you liked....but that was just for starters."

"What are you talking about, baby?"

"You ever been masturbated by a guy?"

"Yeah, lots of times."

"Well, not like THIS. Spread your legs!"

"Yes SIR!"

Her smooth pussy was extremely slick and I masturbated her to another orgasm. This is a speciality of mine and I had her cumming so hard in just a few minutes that she had to grab a pillow and scream into it.

"Fuck...Ryan...."

"NOW I gotta fuck you baby!"

"Do it!"

I rolled my condom on and positioned myself on top of Laura. I slid into that shaved pussy and pumped her hard for several minutes. Soon, she was cumming again. "Baby, get on all fours." She did as I requested and I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hot pussy over and over again.

I had her lie flat on her stomach and I continued to fuck her hard and fast. As I brought her to another orgasm, I leaned down and said, "I wanna spray it on your ass, baby." "Yeah....cum on my ass honey...."

I pulled out and my cock pumped out several shots of cum, getting her cute ass good and soaked. We laid there for several minutes and Laura said, "Baby, I'm fucking beat. I have to get some sleep. You don't have to stay....."

I said, "I want to stay, but what time do you need to sneak me out of here?" "Shit..that's right.....probably around six."

I said, "That's cool. You busy tomorrow?"

"Yeah. It sucks. But gotta do some stuff with the coworkers."

"When you're done.....come up to my place? We'll go out, grab some dinner, and fuck all night."

"Yeah, cool. Same for Sunday night?"

"Yeah, wife isn't due back until Wednesday."

"Very cool. Come on, let's get a shower and get some sleep."

We took a long, hot shower and crawled in between the sheets naked. Usually, I avoid situations like this. I try not to use bars to pick up women as much as I can, because the dangers are inherent.

Who knows who you'll run into. But my instincts told me Laura wasn't going to sedate me, pull out a knife, and put me in a bathtub full of ice, sans one kidney.

She said, "Night, night baby," and we passed out.

We had continued to drink in her hotel room and were pretty buzzed by that time. That and the sex just took it's toll, especially on Laura, who had been attending meetings all day.

At four in the morning I was awakened by a warm sensation on my cock. Laura was blowing me and my cock was at full attention. I said, "Get up here and straddle my face." She did, and I sucked and licked her slick lips. She moaned and came again.

Laura grabbed a condom and rolled it onto my cock. She slid down and rocked and slid back and forth until we both came again. Laura fell forward and laid on top of me. I could feel my cock slide out of her pussy as we passed out again.

The alarm sounded off at 5:45. I kissed her and said, "What time you want to get up, baby?"

"Uhhhhh...no...I'll see you out honey..."

"No, stay in bed.....it's okay."

"Could you set it for 8:30?"

"You got it."

Laura promptly passed out again, and I got dressed. I left Laura my cell number, address, and directions on a note and told her to give me a call when she wanted to come up to my place. Then I peeked out the door and didn't see anybody, and snuck out.

I drove home and made it to the couch. And fell down face first and passed out until 11.

When I got up, I cleaned up our apartment. It really wasn't messy, but you know how you get when somebody comes by....friends, relatives, etc.... Then I remembered I hadn't turned had my cell phone since the previous day. I turned it on and four messages were waiting for me. All from Alex. Two from the day before, and two on this day.

Time for...you know.....

Message One (7:30 p.m.): "Ryan? Honey? Where you at? Okay, you must have your phone turned off. Give me a call, I just wanted to check in. Love you."

Message Two (10:45 p.m.): "Ryan? Sheesh, you go out drinking with Brad again? Or are you out getting some pussy? Well, I'm going to bed! Love you....although I shouldn't! Hah!"

Message Three (6:00 a.m.): "Rats. I was hoping to wake you up!"

Message Four (9:00 a.m.): "Honey, I'm starting to get worried....call me, okay?"

Luckily, I've developed a real reputation for not keeping my personal cell on. But I immediately called Alex and reassured her that I was okay and apologized several times. "It's fine, baby. I just got worried. You know me."

No matter what we do, or suspect each other of doing, our one rule is to keep in touch. Alex always calls when she gets to her destination to let me know that she's okay.

Why didn't she leave any messages on our regular phone? Easy. We don't have one. We just use our cells. Alex has a work cell and a personal cell and I have a cell I use for my freelancing and personal use. Nothing against the phone company, but what's the point of paying for something you don't use?

The rest of the day I kicked back, did a little work, watched some television and recovered. I had a bit of a hangover from the night before but Advil did the trick. I did my usual re-hydration routine and soon felt much better.

At 5:00, my cell rang. It was Laura.

"Hey, how do you get in this gate, babe?"

I gave her my gate code and soon she was walking in the door.

"What? You didn't think I'd show up?" and laughed.

"Hey, last night we're fucking like crazy and a little drunk. I figured if you didn't want a repeat, that was cool. That and I forgot to leave the code for you."

"Nice try.....but I think I'll spend tonight and tomorrow here. Maybe I'll even sleep over tomorrow night if that's okay."

"I'd love it."

"Then it's settled."

She looked at a pic of Alex.

"That your wife?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, she's adorable!"

"How about I take you to dinner on my per diem?"

"I'd love it." "Where you wanna go? I'm starving!"

"What do you want to eat? Mexican?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

We went to a nice little Mexican place in Alpharetta called "Tampico". We took a seat outside on the patio. "Ryan, I've been looking forward to this all day. I had a blast last night, and not just the sex. It sounds stupid, but you really feel like a friend, you know?"

Laura was right. We had clicked. I'd had sex with scores of women. Some were "fuck and runs", some I had gotten emotionally involved with, some were definitely "booty calls", but in many respects, the most enjoyable affairs are the ones with women I had become legitimate friends with.

You don't have the emotional turmoil romantic feelings can bring, but you still get to know the person you're fucking on more than just a physical level.

Laura ordered a glass of wine and I ordered a beer. She leaned back and said, "So, you get laid a lot....does Alex know?"

"Ehhhhh...yeah...."

"Okay....does SHE get some on the side?"

"Well, do other women count?"

"She's bi?"

"Very."

“That's cool. Whatever works, right?"

"What about your husband?"

"For awhile I thought he was fucking one of his co-workers, but I'm not sure. I had fucked a couple of other guys by then, so I wasn't upset."

"So it sounds like we're of the same mind on fidelity."

"Absolutely. I love him to no end. And I know you love your Alex. And that might sound strange to some people, but oh well."

"One thing I gotta ask, though. And it sounds like empty flattery, but," and she looked around to make sure we were still alone, "Where'd you learn to fuck a woman? Seriously, you're really good. You're were more concerned about getting me off than yourself. Needless to say, I loved that."

"When I was younger, my buddy and I knew we that anybody could fuck a girl. But not every guy could make a woman come back for more. So we compared notes on what the women, girls, we were with liked the most. We still have an open discussion on this from time to time."

"Shit," she laughed, "That's pretty fucking cool. He do that hand thing?" "I'm not sure. I told him about it, but don't know if he uses it."

Laura laughed and continued, "Last year, I went to New York for another conference. Met a rep who works out of Los Angles. Dude was married, so I took him up on his offer. I went to his room, we got undressed and he pulled this huge cock. I thought I was gonna get a great tme. Right. He barely ate me out. I came one time, while he was fucking me. It felt great, but shit, you did more in an hour than he did in one night. He still wonders why I don't want to fuck him again."

"What a Douchebag."

"Uh huh. Just a guy who fucks and that's it. Nice, but fuck, come on. At 32, you should know a little more about women!"

"I agree. I've always felt the more you can make a woman cum, the better time you'll have yourself."

She smiled, "Agreed! So, how many women have you been with, Ryan?"

I told her.

"No fucking way."

"I'll prove it to you when we get home."

"Yeah, you're going to have to!"

"Don't worry, I'm clean. Wife gives blood regularly and I get tested as well."

"Cool, I wasn't too worried. Used properly, condoms are great protection."

We continued eating. She looked up.

"No way. That many?"

"Uh huh."

When we got back home, I kicked up my computer and showed her all of my files, pictures and notes I had taken over the years. "Huh. Well, you could've faked all this....but I don't think you did! You should start a website."

"Well, I'm planning on it."

"So you gonna put me on that page?"

"That's your decision."

"Yeah....go ahead. It's a turn-on, to be honest. Just change my name. You can use that pic you took of me last night."

"I thought you were worried about being caught."

"By my co-workers. If they see me walking into my room with you, that's absolute proof. But I'm not too worried about the internet. I mean, prove it, right?"

Wow.

"Cool."

Laura and I spent the rest of the night sleeping, having sex, waking up and having more sex. We spent Sunday together at my place watching television, having pizza and fooling around. She was a total blast to hang out with.

Sunday night she stayed over again and we woke up around 4:30 and fooled around one more time. She took a shower and headed back to her hotel room so she could meet her coworkers for breakfast before her last day in Atlanta.

Before she left, she said, "Babe, did I tell you that I make it out here four times a year? Quarterly meetings, that type of shit. If you wanna get together again, I'd love it." "Let's plan on that."

We exchanged our e-mail addresses and she gave me her cell number.

I saw Laura again just a couple of weeks ago in June. We were able to get together one for a couple of hours and had some great sex again. We stay in touch on-line and over the phone and exchange emails at least twice a week. She's also been asking when I was going to put her up on this blog. It took some time, but it's done.

Laura