Her dish water blonde hair was swept in a french braid, her make up was a little more noticeable, she wore a black sheer blouse and black skirt with a slit up the side, her legs were hosed and she wore high heeled black pumps.

cocking her hip at me, she said "Is this more like it?"
I stayed silent and waited for her next move as she walked in front of the car.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked, I slowly nodded yes.

She proceeded to tell me how she was engaged to the same man she had been seeing for the past two years. He was a nice guy but did not know his way around a woman. He went right for the main event and did not stand on very much foreplay, or as she put it "barely touched her before poking at her like a kid with a stick and a fire pit".
She wanted more and was going off to find it. That was where I came in.

Her friends told her an older man knew what women wanted. She stroked her hand across my chest and smiled wickedly
"So, I have this hotel room and it is empty, do you think you have what it takes to make me happy for the first time?"
I smiled back and said "I'll follow you. Ladies first."

I followed her back to the hotel room, finding her waiting at the door. She had dimmed the lights and was waiting for me.

Reaching behind her she unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing tan stockings and a garter belt. No panties or pubic hair on this woman.

well, she found that a man who takes his time can cause an orgasm

She orgasmed when I performed oral sex on her

When I digitally stimulated her she held her head and cried into the mattress.

I made her beg to suck me while she masturbated herself