Hotel Fucking in Atlanta – Memories!

Hotel Fucking in Atlanta – Memories!This very hot pic posted today by eyesonu, stirred up an old memory.The girl in the pic reminds me of a young local student ecsort I once fucked at the Atlanta Sheraton, about 15 years ago. Nice memories of the encounter and events surrouding it.I was at a trade show as part of a group of about 12 people from various businesses. I had some free time after lunch and arranged for this girl to come to my room. We had a fun time even though the girl was new to the work, and quite nervous. She was a great kisser, she smelled of beautiful peach soap, and she sucked cock like a champ. Her pussy was shaven and fine.After we fucked, she had a shower and left. Then I showered and headed out to a meetng. As it happened, unknown to me, the girl had forgotten her wristwatch. Some time after I left she came back to the hotel and was trying güvenilir bahis siteleri to contact me in my room on the courtesy phone. When there was no answer she went to the desk and told them she was a friend and had left something in my room earlier. They were having none of it when a middle aged lady named Helen, the wife of one of the other businessmen in our entourage, went over to the desk and vouched for her, saying she knew us both. The girl was taken up to the room by a maid and got her watch. She left me a note to say a lady called Helen had vouched for her.That evening when I returned I read the note and was stunned. In the bar later for pre-dinner drinks, I saw Helen and asked her as casually as I could “I believe you helped out a friend of mine.” “Oh yes” she said, “Lovely girl. Glad to help her.” She had a wicked look in her eye.After dinner, canlı bahis siteleri some people headed to their rooms and other decided to go out dancing. Helen’s husband was playing host to a few other guys and when he asked her along she said “No, Frank. Four men on the town and little me would only cramp your style.” They headed out. I had decided to stay in as I had a 7:30 a.m. breakfast meeting with some local clients. As the guys left, Helen asked if I’d like a nightcap and I agreed. She ordered drinks from the waitress. “I won’t see Frank until four or later now”, she laughed. They’ll go to the Gold Club in Buckhead.” (The Gold Club was a great haunt in 90s Atlanta because unusually you could have fully nude girls AND alcohol in the club, making for fun parties. The VIP rooms there were amazing).”I heard of it” I said. “Well” she said, “I suppose bahis firmaları you don’t need it tonight as you already had your ration of passion.” I looked at her and she laughed “Your little ebony friend” she said. ” I saw her going to your room after lunch today – our room is just down the corridor and I happened to be going there in the elevator at the same time as she was. Was she good?” I laughed nervously and said “Very.” “Well you owe Helen one now, for being the soul of discretion. I didn’t tell a soul.” I tool a long sip of my Jack Daniels.”Yep, I owe you one Helen.” I said.”Well, like I said, Frank will be out at the Gold Coast until four. So I hope that girl didn’t take all your energy. Let’s go to your room. It’s been a long time since I had a young cock.”And that was my day, starting with a teenage black girl and ending with a silver-haired Irish cougar, who was the most enthusiastic fucker and made me rise to the occasion repeatedly over two hot hours of fucking, before she was sated. As she emerged from the bathroom after her shower she winked at me and said “Don’t let me forget my wristwatch now!”