1. Fun in Vancouver


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: DTCexec4BBW, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It was just another trade show. Nothing spectacular was going on. Just the usual crap. During the breaks when delegates aren't in the exhibit hall, the vendors chat each other up to kill the time. So it was that she came up to my booth. I had remembered her from a previous event last year. She was about my age-late 40's to early 50's. She had shoulder length red hair, a narrow waist that curved out to some very sexy hips. We chatted for a while about all sorts of thing: Politics, the event we were attending and traded some sales stories. She asked if there was a sports bar nearby because she wanted to catch a game after dinner with her client. I told her that I wasn't sure and that I was having dinner with my team. &#034Do you want to catch the game after dinner?&#034 she asked. &#034I'm not sure how long I'll be at dinner. But why not?&#034 &#034Great&#034. So I gave her my cell number and went off to dinner, really not expecting much of anything to happen. I went off to dinner with my team and didn't give it another thought. Then, as I was wrapping up dinner with my team, my cell rings. It was from an area code I didn't recognize. &#034Hey, it's me. Still want to grab a drink?&#034 &#034Sure. Where?&#034 &#034Not sure. I will check with the concierge at my hotel and let you know.&#034 I thought the night might get interesting but I never count on anything until it actually happens. So I said goodnight to the team and headed back to the hotel on the way, I got another call. ...
    &#034I'm at Pete's Bar. It's 5th and Elm. Can you find it?&#034 &#034I'm sure I can. I can always ask the concierge. See you in 20 minutes.&#034 I freshened up quickly, not sure where this was headed. I might just get some tonight I thought to myself as I washed up and headed out. But, I don't ever assume anything. In a few minutes I found myself at the bar and we said hello, shared some wine and began talking. As we chatted, she moved closer to me and there was more contact: a touch, a pat, and a couple of times when we were laughing over something she would lean into me as if hugging. Still there was nothing firm. Nothing that said for sure anything other than what was happening was going to happen. Soon the bar was closing, and I paid the check and we headed for the door. As I held the door for her, she asked the question: &#034My place?&#034 &#034Sure&#034, I replied. I took her hand and we walked the several blocks to her hotel. She was staying in a very high-end hotel and we made our way up to her room holding hands. When we got into her room I moved her to the window to see the view. I pulled her next to me and rubbed her shoulders as she leaned into me. She was still wearing her business clothes: Blazer, blouse and a conservative, but figure-flattering skirt with stockings. She excused herself to use the rest room and I continued to enjoy the view from her room which overlooked the harbor, which even at this time of night, was pretty good. I noticed her reflection as ...
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