Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1

My name is Nicole Amorino. I am 20 years old and by my judgment, just an ordinary girl. I have no special talents or skills; nor am I a beautiful woman. I have always been 'full-figured' as the nice old ladies say. In fact, I'm a bit on the chubby side. Offsetting all this is my love of life and the dream of every young woman, to meet her prince and be whisked away to the life of bright lights in distant places. I can be a bit goofy at times, and I find nothing more satisfying than a good laugh, often at myself. I am not the graceful swan; rather I am more the ungainly goose. I am in love with a man who in past visits, hardly noticed me. He visits our town and stays at the hotel where I work as a desk clerk. I have known him casually for almost two years. His last trip here several months ago changed all this. We had a chance to talk on several occasions on my day off. I found him to be warm and witty. He made me feel completely at ease. His name is Wilson Herbert, and he is 48 years old. He could be my father. For some reason, I don't know why, on that last trip he told me a great deal about his unhappy personal life of the past few years. I was honored that someone of his maturity would talk to an inexperienced person such as I. Mostly I listened. I believe that is what he wanted. Now I look for his name on the reservation list every week. I still feel the warmth of his handshake, the wetness of the small goodbye kiss we shared on his last visit. It is difficult for me in ...

... my hometown. I need someone to value me, make me feel like a woman. Among my few boyfriends and even with my parents I feel like I'm still considered as a kid. Mr. Herbert changed all this for me, even though, our ages are far apart. He is a man of the world, and I am the homebody. But now somewhat of a confidant. He speaks so sweetly to me when he is here. His eyes are sparkling blue, deep, yet playful at the same time. He tells me his past. The hurts, the betrayals. His life is pierced by wounds from former lovers. I need to help him, love him with my body, to be the soothing balm that creates for him loving peace. Does he see me that way? Would he ever love me? I am so plain, just a small town girl. But I want to learn, to escape the doldrums of life rooted in my uneventful past here. No man has ever taken me; none has sought my virginity nor have I offered it willingly to any. But, I think of Mr. Herbert, his sweet smile, and soft face. He radiates warmth that makes my breasts respond, my body warm. He is a strong, successful man in business. Accumulation of wealth has been easy for him. But the wealth of loving relationships has eluded him. I could make him so happy. My body is his for the taking. My virginity, my soul, is so ready to love him. I will show him. I see his name on the reservations list for the last week of March. Oh God, will he see me for the loving woman I am? I am not the trophy woman, my hourglass figure is heavy, my pendulous breasts are large. But I ...