After telling the Super Bowl Chick (Ch. 17) my fantasy about the pink motel, I continued to develop it and eventually worked it into an ad. The Hippie Gap-tooth chick was one of the first ones to reply. She thought it sounds like a fucking hot idea and asked when she could help me with my fantasy!

I just happened to be playing in a hockey tournament the next weekend, which gave me a great reason to be gone for several hours. There were two hockey game each day, with several hours between games.

I checked into the hotel room before my first game of the day. Then I hustled to the rink, which was just down the street. I was a bit distracted, but still played really well. Normally after our hockey games we all get-together and drink in the parking lot, this time was no different. The only thing different to the dismay of my teammates was that I would not be joining them, I made an excuse and cruised down the street to meet with the Hippie. Even though she was "all-in" on my fantasy, she said she really needed to meet me at the bar first. She was easy to spot, as she was the only one at the hotel bar when I arrived ... turns out there was an Alcoholic Anonymous event at the hotel that weekend!

I was trying to think of something clever to say as I walked up to her, but all that came out was "so you just had to go and ruin my fantasy!" She looked me over and said "I promise I'll make it up to you! But, have a drink with me first." She clearly was OK with my looks and other than a huge gap between her front teeth, I found her to be very pretty, 5' 7", long brown hair, whiskey brown eyes, perhaps had some Native American heritage as her skin was darker.

We sat and talked for about 45 minutes, our hands wandered a bit under the bar. Hands on knees and upper thighs ... when the bar tender ducked out for a minute I went in for a kiss. We made out for a minute or two before she suggested we check out my room. We held hands to the elevator and once we got in, we started kissing again. My room was on the 15th floor and about half way there she fished my hard cock out of my pants and bent down and sucked the tip into her mouth. We heard the elevator ding as it hit our floor and she pulled my dress shirt over the front of my pants to hide my erection and said "just a taste of things to come!"

She was fantastic! We finished up just in time for my second hockey game. Three solid hours of fucking, sucking, cumming! She was the first gal that I can remember that just knew how to accept a cock. I am not sure how else to explain it. No matter the position that we were fucking in, she positioned herself for ultimate pleasure. I have no idea if I was bigger or smaller than she was used to. It didn't seem to matter. She orgasmed over and over!

I didn't have much left for my hockey game, my legs felt like mush from all the fucking!

We ended up getting together a few times after that ... then one day, for no particular reason (Forrest Gump Reference) she just stopped replying to my emails.

In between our several meetups, I had already started chatting with and met up with Durango once!

My (M45) Cheating Story - Ch. 19 ... Durango! Stay Tuned!