It has been 11 yrs since my encounters with Jean (not her real name) but I will tell the world about her today. Jean was a pretty good looker. She had big tits and loved em, she also loved other womens big tits. Jean and I were traveling on business that took us away for sometimes weeks. We were just coworkes at first but I had my eye on her and I wanted to do some flirting. There were probably 5 of us together on the trip and we were staying in one of those Days Inn kind of hotels and we had been there for two weeks and were probably going to stay for up to a month. One Friday evening I made up a little flyer and slipped it under her door. It was and invitation for coffee. I had drawn and colored a little diner sign and on it was the prase "open 24 hours". As I recall there were a number of "on the fence" leading phrases included. All the other coworkers were going to stay the weekend at some ski lodge and Jean was scheduled to go too but she cancelled and after they all left on that Friday Jean knocked on my door. I flirted with her as I made capachino (I brought my own machine) we exchanged glances and I offered to rub her feet. Presto we were kissing and before the capachino got cold we were fucking like rabits. Turns out Jean was quite the little nymph. She told me she was 39 but I knew better and I didn't care. We fucked every day 2 or 3 times a day in the car, in a conference room with no lock, everywhere. Rode her bareback and spunked that pussy every time. I tied her to the bed at her request, fingerfucked her till she squirted, fucked her ass with a semi hard cock and when she started to literally cry as I tried to push in I got stiff as a board, cucumbers as dildos...on and on. There was no act that she would not have performed with me, to me or for me. (nix on the scat for goodness sake) Loved every minute of our time together. Unfortunatly it all came to an end when the projects were over about 2 years later. We talked for years on the phone but sadly she retired early and I always called her see would never call me. Sigh. I miss you Jean, you know who you are by the story. My cell # is the same and I remember the first 5 letters of your email that I sadly lost. If you read this give me the rest of your email so we can touch base again. Thanks for the memories!