1. An Unexpected Encounter


    Date: 11/29/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: OnTheMove, Source: LushStories

    My name is Paul. I'm a thirty four year old civil engineer from Boston. My company mainly does engineering to improve infrastructure in cities, such as bridges and tunnels. Because of this, I travel quite extensively. I am on the road approximately two hundred fifty days a year. I am not married, nor do I have any children. In my travels I meet a lot of women, usually on airplanes, in cabs or in hotels. Most of the time it's nothing more than just friendly conversation, especially on a long flight. Today was a bit different, and totally unexpected. Here is my story. It was a Monday night in autumn last year. I had landed in Salt Lake City earlier in the day to begin a two week project. I had checked into the Hotel Monaco earlier in the afternoon, settled in, had dinner and gone back to my room. I had to meet the city engineer at eight o'clock the next morning, so I had planned on making it an early night. Every night, before I retire, I enjoy drinking a cold beer or two. I prefer Rolling Rock, but if it's not available, then Heineken will do. I went to the bar at around seven o'clock. I sat down to have a quick beer, then planned on going back to my room to watch the first half of Monday Night Football. The bar was relatively busy, as was the restaurant. They were mainly business travelers or vacationers. Usually, I don't engage in conversation, except maybe with the bartender. I enjoy drinking alone and relaxing. I had been there for about twenty minutes, when I was ...
    approached by a woman. I gave her a quick glance and smile, and went back to my beer. I noticed that she sat down next to me and ordered a glass of red wine. I was just about finished when I heard her speak. "There's something about a man who drinks beer out of a green bottle," She said. Not knowing if she was speaking to me directly, I looked at her, a bit puzzled. "Me?" I asked. "Yes, you," She replied. She stuck out her hand and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Barbara. I hope that I'm not disturbing you." "No, not at all," I replied, "I'm Paul, pleasure to meet you." "May I join you?" she asked. "Please do." As she sat down next to me, I ordered another beer and another glass of wine for her. She was older than I was, considerably older, yet quite attractive. She was of average height for a woman and had a nice figure. She had shoulder length brown hair, a pretty face and had a deep tan. She was dressed in business attire. She wore a long black skirt with nylons, expensive black shoes, and a maroon blouse that was buttoned to expose a little cleavage. By looking at her face, I estimated that she was approximately fifty years old. We talked for a while at the bar, at which time I bought her three or four more glasses of wine. She told me that she was divorced, had two grown up daughters and a grandson. She was born in Delaware, but spent the past twenty two years in Minnesota. At one point in the conversation she mentioned that she was fifty three years old, and was a marketing ...
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