This is going to be my fifth sex story out here, and this one’s completely different from the others. This one’s about a mature woman, a reader of...mine, an NRI, and how we ended up fucking like rabbits in the couch of a posh hotel. I’d be taking many of you out there on a fantasy journey, so lie back, get your dicks in hand, or maybe put your fingers on your pussy, and dream everything I’m going to say after this. Have fun reading.Firstly, I’m a male anonymous writer based in Chennai. Aged 20.. He came to the conclusion she was playing with him, for some kind of cruel joke. He wasn't going to play."I'm sure there are lots of guys who would love to take you to the drive in." he said. "Why don't you ask Brett, or Conway or one of those other jocks?"Julie couldn't believe what she'd just heard. It was almost like he didn't want to go out with her. What a loser. But she had to make this happen."I'm quite sure you are right" she said sweetly. But I decided I wanted you to take me."Morton's. They both made I got a good view of her saggy boobs. Her boobs were huge and I can see the skin going pink around her chest area.She was curious about mostly how people fared around her husband. I said my girlfriend complained that I stayed more with my boss than her. She laughed and asked why couldn’t I bring her with me. I told her we broke up because of her husband and she laughed and she hit my boss playfully.She asked him why would he be so harsh and I said he was never the reason and that. Only after the game tomorrow.”“It’s a night game, right?”“Yeah. But I gotta be at the park at 4:30.”“You don’t have any free time until after the game?”“Well. Noon tomorrow – well, noon today, I mean -- until 4:30.”“I could come down.”“Our hotel isn’t very convenient to the ballpark.”“I could come down, meet you for lunch downtown. No hotel room, but we could see each other. Or maybe use your hotel room?”“No. I share the room, and no telling how late my roomie will want to sleep. But, lunch?.