Mandy, a flight attendant for a major airline was on a long work layover in Las Vegas. She was supposed to catch up on sleep and rest in her hotel room, but she had other plans. Mandy is 32, married to a faithful husband named Justin, and gorgeous. She is a little thick but in all the right places. Her pale skin is accentuated by millions of freckles. Her hair long and black and her eyes a gorgeous hazel. Mandy was feeling lonely and horny after being away from home for 6 days now. She needed some drinks and social interaction to relieve the stress of flying.
She absolutely loved everything about her career choice and everything the job entailed, but after long consecutive days it wore on her. Mandy had been based at many different stations during her career and for sure enjoyed the single life of being a flight attendant. Something about black men intrigued her and that was always her preference of man until she met Justin. They truly love each other and were destined to be together.
Mandy and Justin recently quit drinking alcohol to better theirselves and make better life decisions. Well, what Justin doesn't know wont hurt was the kind of attitude she had when on trips. She decided to buy a bottle of wine at the hotel bar before heading to her room for the evening. Her dress was a purple, form fitting, low v cut neck that showed just the perfect amount of cleavage to be teasing but still appropriate. Her uniform also included stockings, black heels, and additional jewelry to make her look that much more attractive. Diamond earrings, a thin gold necklace with the letter J, cute watch, and a permanent anklet. As she paid for her bottle, she noticed a tall, handsome, black man standing nearby. He had a very muscular build, a big smile, and Mandy couldn't help but stare. He noticed her staring, and they both locked eyes. Still being in uniform and holding a full bottle of wine, Mandy looked away and strutted off to her room pulling her travel bags.
While in her room, she slipped out of her uniform, letting it fall to the floor, and slid into a silky robe provided by the hotel. She never wore panties with her uniform because it made her feel edgy. She would never even pack underwear or panties in her travel bag for that matter. Mandy lit some candles, put on some music, and poured herself a glass of wine. It didn't take long at all for her to polish off the entire bottle of wine and boy was she feeling buzzed. She had been talking on the phone with her husband but she cut the conversation off. Mandy told him how she was going to bed because she was exhausted from a long day of flying around. He understood and they said their good nights.
Mandy was feeling great and the alcohol wouldn't let her shake the thought of the black man that was at the hotel bar earlier. She knew the chance of seeing him again was slim to none, and she promised herself she would never step out on Justin, but she was curious and wanted more drinks. She put on a pair of black yoga pants and a white spaghetti strap top that exposed tons of her large beautiful breasts. Her jaw dropped and a wave or excitement went through her spine when she seen he was still there. Being practically drunk and and losing a lot of self control, she didn't even hesitate walking over to him. "Hi there," she said, offering him a drink. "I'm Mandy. I couldn't help but notice you over here earlier but was too nervous to say hi. You look like you could use some company."
The man, who introduced himself as Q, grinned and accepted the drink. They chatted for a while. During conversation and a few more drinks, they both became very strongly intoxicated and touchy. His hand rested on her thigh while her other hand interlocked fingers with his. Both laughed, flirted, and had their faces very close staring into each other's eyes as they talked. They both went silent for a second and Q laid a juicy, lust driven kiss on her mouth. This set a fire inside Mandy that was out of control. She missed being single and sleeping around with black studs on layovers. Giving in to her desire, she invited him back to her hotel room.
"I'm married," she admitted in slurs, as they stumbled into the room. "But I wont let that stop me when I'm away from home. My husband doesn't need to know."
Q didn't say a word, but oh was he intrigued! She poured them both another glass of wine and they settled onto the bed. Before long, they were kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Q started to undress her, kissing her body as he revealed more skin. He ripped her small top off then removed her bra and licked her nipples. Mandy moaned louder and ran her fingers through his hair. Q moved down to her yoga pants and pulled them down. He spread her legs apart and started to eat her pussy. Mandy gasped and grabbed the sheets. Q's tongue was magic, and he knew exactly where to touch her. She was laid back on the bed, legs wide open with her hand on his head pulling his tongue deeper into her.
Suddenly, her phone started to ring. It was Justin, Mandy ignored the call, focusing on the intense pleasure building inside her.
But Justin wasn't about to give up. He kept calling, over and over again. Mandy finally answered, her voice slurred and breathless.
"Hello?" she said, cooing as Q continued to vigorously eat her pussy.
"Mandy, where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?" Justin demanded.
