Being fresh out of my first serious relationship, I felt adrift. But honestly, the word didn’t even begin to cover the restlessness and lack of confidence I felt as a suddenly single guy. On campus, I went through the motions to keep up my grades. Being a workaholic has always come naturally to me. But during one long weekend, I found myself with nothing to do. My friends were all paired off and planning a camping trip. But I passed because I wasn’t into being the odd man out in a group of couples. Instead, I decided to fill up my car with gas and just drive, breathe and reboot.

As I took in the natural scenery, I had no particular destination in mind. I thought I might head to Niagara Falls or maybe go as far north as Montreal or veer east into Vermont.

However, as night fell on the first day of my driving journey, I felt my eyes getting tired. A pretty nasty storm started to roll, in too. Those lonely stretches of highway were monotonous at best — and could be downright treacherous in the dark with limited visibility. At one point, I pulled into a rest stop and searched on my phone for a hotel.

The only reasonably close spot with vacancy was a bed and breakfast near a lake. I thought it was overpriced. Still, a room was a room, and I made a reservation and submitted my credit card info. I exited the highway and followed a gravel road until I arrived in front of a huge house with a signpost indicating I was at the right place. The rain was coming down sideways as I exited my car and made a run for the entrance. Just as I reached the top step, a pair of double doors swung open.

“Come on in — it’s really bad out there,” a woman’s voice beckoned.

As I hurried inside, I caught a glimpse of the gal who’d opened the door. She had dark hair and was of medium height.

The doors closed behind me. I was about to turn and say hello, but the woman was suddenly standing in front of me.

“Look at you — you’re drenched!” the brunette said, shaking her head.

Look at me? More like look at her! I stood there dumbfounded, staring at her marvelous figure. Forget the expression “curves for days.” This lady had curves for the next several centuries — and she clearly didn’t mind showing them off!

A tight top amplified her enormous rack and tiny waist, while her lower half was wrapped in snug-fitting jeans. Her face was beautiful, too — it was the kind of beauty that really doesn’t have an age to it. For all I knew, she was in her 30s, 40s or even something older. It didn’t matter. From the moment I saw her, I felt like I was finally coming to life and emerging from my break-up funk — and speaking of “coming,” my libido was suddenly wide awake, too!

“I’ll get you a towel,” she said.

When she returned, I tried my best to maintain eye contact with her and play it cool. But my unexpected arousal made that a struggle.

“I’m Amanda, the innkeeper,” she said. “You must be Stephen.”

I cleared my throat and replied, “Yes, thank you so much for being available tonight. I mean, uh, thank you for having a room.”

I was pretty certain I was blushing.

“It’s all right,” Amanda said with her eyes sparkling. “I think I know what you mean. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

I mopped my face with the towel as I said, “That sounds great.”

I walked behind her as we headed up the stairs, and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her heart-shaped ass packed into those tight jeans.

Amanda glanced over her shoulder at me once we made it to the landing — as if she could read my dirty mind — and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Oh, I-I don’t want to trouble you,” I stammered.

“It’s no trouble. We had a small wedding party cancel at the last minute, and I’ve got more catered food than I know what to do with — and you’re my only guest.”

“Really?”

“Get yourself situated, and then come join me downstairs.”

That sounded great to me. I was ravenous — both for food and her.

After I changed out of my rain-soaked clothes, I ventured back down the stairs and found the dining room.

Amanda handed me a plate and gestured to the trays of food and cans of soda on the table while saying, “Help yourself.”

“Are you having any?”

“I ate already, but I’ll sit with you. I’m curious anyway.”

As I heaped lasagna on my plate, I asked, “About what?”

“How you ended up all the way out here by yourself?”

Amanda settled into a chair next to me, and my gaze lingered on her enticing cleavage.

“I just started up my car and drove without a thought.”

“I’ve always wanted to do something like that,” she said with a sigh.

“I didn’t really plan it.” I felt my face warming again. “It’s just all my friends are paired off and went camping together.”

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Amanda said as she patted my arm. “I’m just being nosy. With a canceled wedding, there’s little to do around here this weekend — especially in this weather. Normally, my daughter would be around to keep me company, but she’s staying in her dorm on campus.”

“I don’t mind talking.” I laughed nervously, trying to ignore the electric sparks I felt below the belt when she’d touched my arm. “And I really appreciate the food.”

She told me, “I hate seeing nice things go to waste.”

We locked eyes. It was a heavily charged moment. Seconds later, our lips connected. I pulled the voluptuous MILF onto my lap, squeezing her lush body.

She squirmed around, giving herself room to toy with my belt, and said, “I have a hunch I’m going to find a nice thing right here.”

I tried to speak, but all I managed to release was a croaking sound. I was suddenly glad I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You leave everything to me,” Amanda said.

Finding my voice, I replied, “Sure — anything you want.”

A thousand thoughts raced through my head. Even as I felt her hand slipping into in my pants, I couldn’t believe how my luck had done a total 180!

Amanda’s fingers teased my erection as she said, “That’s music to my ears because I’m a woman with needs.”

She slid down onto the floor and knelt on a chair cushion she’d snagged on her way. I caressed her face and held back her hair in anticipation of what was next. Her hot breath on my dick and the light strokes of her fingers had me plenty aroused.

“Where did you even come from?” I asked as I marveled at her beauty.

Amanda smiled and laid a slurping, open-mouthed kiss right on the head of my dick. She wiggled her tongue along my crown and jerked my rod with her fist. I drifted somewhere between handjob and blowjob bliss as Amanda worked me with her mouth and clearly very practiced hands. At one point, she reached down and cupped my balls, giving them a tug while she swallowed my shaft.

As I swore softly, she teased my sac some more and continued blowing me. With expert control, she took in my entire length almost to the base. I’d never been with any girls my age who’d developed the skill to deep-throat like her!

Amanda pulled back and took a deep breath. She pumped my shaft, watching my ecstatic face with a wicked smile.

“You’re fucking amazing!” I said.

“I’m just getting started, baby,” she replied.

Amanda slipped out of her top and unfastened her bra. Her snowy mounds tumbled out of her brassiere like an avalanche. Her nipples were dark, erect nubs of flesh, and I could have died a happy man just from getting a look at them. But what unfolded next was a transcendental experience, which to this day still rivals my other favorite fucks.

Amanda leaned forward and took my cock into the sweet heaven between her tits. She hugged my shaft with her notable knockers and teased my cockhead with her tongue. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she wrapped her lips around my crown and sucked.

I groaned from her oral expertise and the exquisite friction of her tits on my shaft. It wasn’t long before Amanda titty-fucked me into oblivion. I released jet after jet of pearly come, decorating her incredible rack with my cream.

While I caught my breath, Amanda cleaned herself up with some napkins, looking quite satisfied with herself.

“I hope you have plenty of energy left,” she said, jiggling her boobs enticingly.

“Oh yeah, I’m down for anything.”

“Good.”

With that, Amanda shimmied out of her jeans, revealing a silk thong that perfectly displayed her beautiful ass.

My dick pulsed, eager to be hard again as soon as physically again. I stood and delivering a few playful spanks to her luscious ass.

“I’m still hungry,” I whispered in her ear.

I turned Amanda around and kissed my way down her back and butt cheeks. She bent over slightly and leaned her arms against the table. I peeled off her thong, and now it was my turn to use the chair cushion. I sat on it and leaned back against her legs, which she immediately spread for me. As I passed though legs, her neatly trimmed bush and pink pussy lips beckoned me. I buried my face in her snatch, licking her until I made her come and she glazed my mug with her joy juice.

Amanda’s knees briefly buckled, but she stayed on her feet.

I rose and embraced her from behind, cupping her tits. My rejuvenated cock was nestled between her thighs.

“Go on,” she cooed. “I know you want to sink your dick into my pussy, and I’m craving that, too.”

I was helpless to resist her invitation. I fucked her from behind for a few furious minutes. Next, I laid her out on the empty end of the table, taking her slow and deep as she draped her legs over my shoulders. We came together — and it was the first of many times during my stay. One night turned into an entire week’s worth of sexual escapades. I was late returning to campus, but she was worth it!