Robins Travels Pt. 01

Thank you for selecting my story to read. I'm Robin, a mature bi woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often very submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature women I hope you will like my stories and comment on what you enjoyed and perhaps didn't like. All feedback is welcome.

This now modified story was originally written, submitted and published in part by me under my ex-husbands name. I guess you might say I'm stealing it from myself. It may be a multi-part series... or not.

Robins Travels Part 1

I spent a large part of my life traveling for business. I am now retired. Stories under the title Robins Travels are about that time in my life.

This story took place in Southern Maine near Portland when I was about 50. I was attending, by invitation, a sales meeting being held at a very exclusive harbor view resort by one of my clients. I was a guest speaker so of course I was provided with a suite and every luxury. I was there for the entire week but actually spoke only once each day. I was hired to not only speak but informally engage in coaching the meeting participants.

I met Mary after a particularly long day when I went for a swim in the resort pool. Swimming was exercise for me and I was doing serious laps with no one else, I thought, in the pool or pool area. Total enjoyment.

After perhaps twenty minutes I saw her enter the pool area and recognized her as a participant in the meeting. I had noticed her the day before. A very average in every way dirty blond woman who appeared to be about 25 or 30 years old. When I first saw her enter the meeting room the day before I thought she was one of those people who goes to great lengths to appear average but in reality was concealing an exceptional body. At that time I knew a lot of women in sales who dressed that way to avoid unnecessary customer attention.

As I watched her walk into the pool area my suspicions were confirmed. She was wearing a black one piece bathing suit that complimented her blond hair and her tanned but still very fair skin. She had the kind of muscular toned legs that remind me of the saying, "She had legs that went from her feet to heaven." In her case heaven was between also muscular curvaceous thighs. She had a very slim waist and above that very large firm breasts that her bathing suit was struggling to contain.

I was physically attracted to her the moment I first saw in the meetings but the attraction was further amplified that evening by her revealing, sexy, bathing suit.

I swam in her direction and she recognized me which as the only black woman at the meeting was not difficult. She introduced herself as Mary and apologized for intruding on my swim time. I invited her in and we swam and chatted for a while. I was impressed. She was overall a very intelligent extremely attractive woman. I remember thinking that if I was twenty years younger I would do everything possible to bed her. But I was at that time 50 and she was maybe 25 and the ring on her finger said married, probably straight. I was actually old enough to be her mother.

Eventually we got out of the pool and sat on the edge chatting with our feet in the water. After a while she took the initiative and suggested we dress and have a drink in the bar. I agreed and then quickly reconsidered. I told her that I had a nice bottle of white wine in my room with a balcony that overlooked the harbor so if she wanted we could just use my room. She hesitantly agreed, said she would go to her room, change, and join me. I said Ok and gave her my room number. She again hesitated, thought for a moment, and mentioned that my room was at the opposite end of the resort so it might take 10 minutes or so. I told her that if she didn't mind a tee shirt and clean undies I could save her the trip. She agreed and off we went wrapped in our hotel towels.

As we entered my suite and I looked at her in the light of the hallway I was reminded again of my age and those extra pounds I could not seem to lose. As the door closed we were making small talk and I asked how long she had been married. Mary said she and her husband Bill had been married for three years. She asked if I was married and I took the opportunity to test the waters. I should have been ashamed of myself but I said that I am never married when I travel but otherwise I am very married to a wonderful man.

I took two fresh dry towels and handed her one. I reached into my suitcase and gave her a cute pink top and a very thong like pair of panties.

Without thinking I took my bathing suit off and toweled myself off. When I looked up she was not moving, just standing there looking at me. I told her, "I'm sorry, I have no modesty, if you want you can change in the bed room or bathroom."

All the while I was standing in front of her naked. If she was observant she saw my nipples harden. Mary said, "I'm sorry Robin, I hope you won't think badly of me for staring. You're very beautiful." She hesitated and said, "please don't think of me as a racist, I am not, but you're black, naked and I have never..."

She was struggling with what to say so I gave her a way out. "Thank you Mary, I try to take care of myself. No offense taken. I take it all as a complement."

I turned, poured two glasses of wine, took one, and told her when she was ready she should join me on the balcony. I moved to the balcony naked by myself but from the shadows of the balcony stood watching her. I was sure she could not see me standing in the dark but I could see her in the room holding the tee shirt. I knew she was trying to decide what to do. As she removed her suit I saw I was correct about her body. Her legs did go to heaven, a perfectly shaved beautiful pink one, yum. I wondered what she thought of my small tuff of dark hair over my mons. She had lovely, I guessed DD, very firm breasts. when she turned while toweling I saw a cute small butt. Damn, I was getting wet.

She made her decision, put on the tee shirt and panties, took the wine and joined me. I quickly moved to one of the two lounges as she approached. As she sat down she mentioned that she saw my wedding ring on the table where the wine was. I told her again that I was not married when I traveled and did not wear my ring.

She said she did not understand. I explained that I learned early on in my marriage that as much as I loved my husband I wanted, no needed, more. She put her hand on mine briefly and said: "Oh, me too. I have always needed more sex than my husband. Now that I'm married and travel a lot I always feel guilty when I get wet looking at a good looking guy." Then she laughed, "If they only knew what I would let them do if they only asked."

I told her that I believed you did not need to be "In love" to "make love". I thought that as she got older she would find that sex and the thrill of a brief orgasm is not enough. She told me, "I'm so happy to be able to talk about this." Suddenly I felt even more like her mother.

Mary then asked me about being naked on the balcony. I told her that the feeling and smell of the ocean and the night breeze on my skin was wonderful. She smiled, stood and pulled the tee shirt off over her head. Her breasts were very firm but bounced as the shirt passed over them. She had beautiful rather large areola and thick nipples. She then pulled the panties down her leg put them on her finger and handed them to me. I took them. laughed, and threw them into the room. Mary smiled and said: "your right it feels wonderful to be naked, thanks."

She seemed more at ease. She said, "I agree with you about making love but what do you do about sex? Sometimes I just need an orgasm." I explained that I traveled with toys, got up, and asked her to wait. When I returned I was holding a dildo and strap on penis.

I was surprised but pleased by how open and blunt the conversation had become. She looked at my toys and said she had a dildo with her but asked why the rubber penis had straps. I was silent and she thought for a moment then she smiled and asked: "Are you bi?"

I replied: "yes..., you?"

She seemed to be thinking about what to say. Finally she said, "No, I don't think so but sometimes I get wet looking at and thinking about some women but I have never." She continued, "Risking a little here, you are the first Black woman I have seen naked and it made me wet to watch you strip."

Mary hesitated a long while and said: "I heard what you said about chemistry and a desire for another person, I often feel that too." A long pause and Mary continued, "Robin, I felt that about you when you took your bathing suit off.

She was silent and looked out at the ocean, then without lookin at me she said: "I feel like I'm standing in quick sand here and about to make a fool of myself but is there any chance you have that feeling about me?"

I did not answer. I reached over and held her hand, I looked at her and said: "Yes I do, very much so. Are you sure about this? I am old enough to be your mother."

Mary did not hesitate. She stood and took my hand and led me back into the room. We held each other and I felt her breasts pressing into mine. We kissed, a gentle soft, slow, testing kiss and as it ended she said, "I have never..."

I stopped her with a finger to her lips and said, "Yes you have. In your mind, in your fantasies, you have often made love to another woman."

Our lips were inches apart and I heard her say, "Yes I have." We kissed again and I felt her tongue part my lips and explore. Her hands moved from my back to my butt and she was pulling me in toward her as she rubbed against me. She pushed me back onto the bed.

As we lay side by side kissing my hands found her bum and she asked, "Yes, touch me there Robin, I'm very sensitive there. I love that."

You learn the most interesting things in bed. Mary and I, it turns out both liked butt play.

This was turning into a very pleasant night. As she touched me, Mary was telling me how nice my cheeks were, so much better than her skinny butt. I pushed her onto her back and got up and stood by the side of the bed looking at her. Mary had a questioning look on her face that turned into a smile when I told her, "Mary, show me, touch yourself." One of her hands was on a breast cupping and squeezing while pinching and extending her nipple. As she spread her legs wide the other hand was pushing her lips aside exposing her pink. The fingers on that hand were moving in and out of her. She looked up at me and said, "Like this?" She was clearly enjoying being watched.

I smiled and said, "Now show me with your own hand what you want me to do to your butt."

Her expression did not change except that she closed her eyes and used one arm hooked behind one knee to pull it up toward her head her other hand, wet with her own juice, was touching her butt hole. It was not the position I would have chosen but she had the flexibility and had clearly done this before. I watched as she circled the hole and touched but did not penetrate. Soon she was shaking as her first orgasm washed over her.

When she opened her eyes I had put on the strap on and was standing over her. She looked at me and said, "It's much bigger than Bill." (Her husband) but she again spread her legs far apart and pivoted her hips up in invitation. With her eyes now closed she waited.

I knew what she wanted but I wanted to play. I had worn the strap on before and each time it led me to fantasizing what it would be like to be a man. I got up on the bed and put the tip of the stiff nylon cock against her lips and said, "Lick it first." She opened her eyes and did as I said and when she opened her mouth a little I pushed it in slightly. Realizing what I wanted her eyes opened very wide. I asked her if she could take it all.

In answer, Mary tilted her head back and opened her mouth. As I pushed it in only an inch or so further she surprised me by putting her hands on my butt checks and by pulling signaled she could take more. The Strap on was almost nine inches long so I had no expectation that she could take it all and in the end she couldn't. As I watched though I saw it fill her throat over and over as I lived out my fantasy and fucked her face as so many men had fucked mine over the years.

Eventually she gagged rather badly and I moved to fuck her pussy. I had her get on all fours because I had plans. As I put it against her she pushed back and I stroked her from behind. I heard a very small soft voice saying over and over "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I reached down and cupped her breasts.

Her orgasm came with an "Oh my god, yes!" That I did not expect.

I picked up the vibrator dildo from the night stand and turned it on. I pushed it slightly into her butt hole telling her to relax. As the dildo entered her just a little she farted. She was embarrassed saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

I asked her when she had last... Before I could finish she replied, "Just before we went swimming."

I told her to relax and I used the vibrator again to circle her hole. This time when I pushed in she opened and pushed back. The dildo was in her and she was moaning as I moved it in and out, "Oh my god Robin, no one has ever...It feels so good."

After a while I told her to lie on her back and I put myself against her lifting her leg over mine putting us in a scissors position that let me please myself. Our body fluids mixed between our legs and she reached up and cupped my breasts. As she pinched my nipples I urged her to pinch harder and harder until I felt it arrive. I looked down and she was smiling at my obvious orgasm.

I pivoted around and positioned my face between her legs. She was very wet and in spite of our time in the pool, had an almost overpowering musk odor, something I love. With my head laying on her thigh I knew I could lick that sweet butt hole and I did. Mary stayed with me for the rest of the week.
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