These days were full of brand new experiences for me, including this one--showering with a sexy woman and entering her without stopping to ask if it w...uld be okay.Once we got to her house, we headed straight for the waterbed that I had sold her a few weeks earlier when I gave up my apartment. She asked me to taste her and taught me how to do it well and how to make her cum reliably. When she showed me how hard she could cum from that and how much she enjoyed it, I became a convert to the cult. I knew, without looking, that she was rubbing her own pussy through the thin material of her skin tight yoga pants. I could hear and feel her breath slowly quickening, sensing the moment when she slid her hand beneath her waistband, only a soft gasp betraying her as she began rubbing at her clit, making soft little ‘ohs’ and ahs’ as her tempo increased. I could feel her tensing, her touch upon my smoothly shaved pussy still gentle, feel her orgasm building until it was too much for her to. It was one of the young waiters in the restaurant. He must have noticed we picked the keys up from reception and thought he would find out if we were going to have sex in there instead of playing snooker. Well, my heart was thumping as I raced back to the snooker room. I decided not to tell my husband we had a “voyeur” watching us. As I entered the room I took a crafty look at the window the young man was looking through and there was a five inch gap in the curtain. Having the light on in the. ..one day I had an experience that was to stop that happening.I had made contact with someone who sounded very appealling and compatible and a rendezvous was arranged.I met him in the foyer of a hotel/motel type place and immediately went to his room. The nerves began to kick in a bit but almost as soon as were in the room he began to strip off, said he was going for a shower and invited me to join him.As he strode towards the shower room I could clearly see his impressive manhood, flaccid but.