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I didn't stare too long, but kept a cold look and got back on my stool. There were two other ladies with her, probably the same age. I decided she wasn't my fantasy girl, and kept looking around.
But I suppose she wasn't to be put off too easily. After a few minutes, I looked around, and she was still there, but her friends had disappeared. She had either stayed behind when they took off, or she had told them to get lost. No matter. She wasn't phenomenal. Some- thing phenomenal would have to happen to make me play with this lady. Something phenomenal did...
She smiled at me when she noticed me notice her (she'd been waiting, I guess), and I just looked at her, sipping my drink. I didn't look nervous, I just held her stare. And I stayed where I was. She finally held up her glass in a toast, and then wiggled her index finger inviting me over. I decided to drag it out. I put my index finger into my drink, pulled it out, and sucked it dry, staring at her, no smile. She pursed her lips into the shape of saying "oooh" and flipped her hair around and stared at me from behind a lock of brown hair.
Alright, I thought. Time to decide. I got up, took a sip, adjusted my clothing (dragging it out), and decided to play with her head. I mean, who was this middle-aged female, trying to seduce a college-age boy?!? Time to find out how game she could be. Or push her limits... I slowly walked the ten or so feet to her stool, half-smiling, and when I got to her, I saw she was half-sitting, half leaning, on her stool, one straight leg planted on the floor, and one leg bent at the knee with her foot on a high placed rail bar under the bar, so while she was facing me, her right thigh was horizontal to the floor, and I put my hand squarely on her upper thigh, squeezed gently, and leaned in to say, somewhat quietly and in a low voice, "Are you wet, yet?"
And without waiting too long for an answer, I lightly licked her neck before she could do anything... and walked away to take another walk around the bar. I gave her a few minutes, and when I came back I resumed sitting at my old stool, and still she was the only other person behind the bar island!
I sipped at my drink, and finally looked over to the brunette off to the right of me, who seemed to have this half-smiling, half-quizzical look to her, and when she finally caught me looking over, she seemed to have already made up her mind about something when she got up off her stool and started sashaying her way over to me. Uh oh, I thought.
I didn't always think I could automatically get laid, but here's the scoop on that night: take two relatively good looking guys, in shape, young, and put them in a pick-up dance club where most of the patrons, some good-looking, some ugly, are over 30, and those two guys can pick and choose all night long.
I decided that sex was easy enough to find when I really wanted only that, and I was, I admit, feeling a little bit cocky and self-assured, so I had decided to play a little self-righteous game with the women who frequented this place. Not nice of me, but fun. A lot of fun. So here was this easily 40-year-old woman with, I swear, a surprisingly good body but nothing particularly attractive about her face, and she was after me. I decided right then she was going to have to work for it, and even then I might not decide to fuck her. She seemed like the sexist person within maybe 20-30 feet of my position, and I wasn't yet in the mood to go roaming yet. Especially when satisfaction was standing in front of me.
Don't get me wrong. I'm the same guy who cared about Christine's pleasure, and her feelings. I was the same guy when this happened. But, there's not a one of you that hasn't been in the mood for just sex with total strangers, and on your terms ONLY. This was that kind of night...
"So what do you like to do," she leaned over into my shoulder and drawled over the music, grinning and almost winking when she pulled back to look at my eyes.
I thought about that one. Should I be assertive? Be shy and let her do some work? Naah. She wasn't hot enough to drag it out. We weren't very visible where we were standing. I leaned back towards her ear. I decided to REALLY push it. "If you want to please me, unzip me. Take out my cock, and stroke me. Make me cum. If you're lucky, I'll let you bend down and swallow it." And I squinted at her for effect.
She just stood motionless. It was clear I had really tested her resolve and interest. Her jaw opened a little, as though she might say something in response (I almost expected a slap or something), but she closed her mouth, smiled, and then said "You're going to enjoy this... I hope you let me taste you..." and she reached out with both arms and grabbed my belt to pull me closer..., unzipping my jeans with one hand.
I'd done it! I'd dared some sexy older woman to make me cum, just like that, directly, and she'd accepted! It was almost surreal how she just said yes. I didn't know this woman, and she'd gone for my cock like a baby for candy!
She reached in through my boxers to start touching, scratching around the base of my shaft. We both appeared to just be talking closely, watching the dance floor through the enclosed bar area blocking our view. By then she had a really good grip on my quickly-hardening penis, and I was growing to full size. All the while she had stopped looking at the room, and stared down at my cock pumping in and out of her hand... "God. What a beautiful cock you have," she purred into my ear, looking back down. I bet it tastes really sweet... so young and smooth... do you want to fuck later? Huh? You want to fuck me later? I really want you to take me somewhere later so you can fuck me hard with this..." and she kept pumping, staring at it, "hot cock... I love it... I love your cock. You've got to fuck me later... wanna see how wet you've got me?"
This brunette was jacking me off behind the bar, saying the dirtiest things in my ear, and no one seemed to be any the wiser! I'd never thought about how horny older women get, but what they say is TRUE! She was hornier than I usually ever get! And she wanted it! I started to think about the power I was having over her, and whether or not I'd take her later, but actually, I was enjoying the intensity of her hand up and down my cock so much, that I decided to stop thinking and stop staring at her bland face. I started looking out at the dance floor and around the bar, and across the bar, and easily 15-20 feet down at the other end (diagonally across from me) was some redhead talking to some guy, wearing a TIGHT white stretch top, showing her nipples really well, and I watched as he grabbed her and went up on the dance floor. There were other good looking women at the bar, and some really ugly ones, but when I saw the ass on this lady, I knew she was going to be the one my mind fucked while I got my easy hand-job...
So while this brunette picked up the pace on my shaft, and leaned in to lick my ear a little (she certainly did know how to make me feel good, I'll give her that), I watched the redhead on the dance floor get pulled against the guy she was with, and nestle her jean-clad legs into his, I started thinking how awesome it would be to walk up behind her, say "take off" to the guy, reach around her, unbutton her quickly, and rip her jeans off from behind, with everyone watching... I'd catch her by surprise, she'd gasp, but when she saw how hard I was, she'd be transfixed! In her moment of indecision, I'd bend her forward, lean way over and lick her snatch up and down a couple of times, to get her good and wet... then I'd plunge my meat into her all the way, no warning, just a long deep thrust into her vice-tight pussy. I'd reach around with one hand to her clit, start rubbing up and down in time to my small, deep thrusts, and grab her chest with the other hand, and we'd be spooned together while I fucked the shit out of her tight pussy from behind. I bet she'd be a screamer... "Yeah, babe, that's it. Faster..." I told the brunette. She smiled back at me...
"Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Let me know, OK?"
"Harder... and I'll decide if I'll tell you, understood? I didn't say you could swallow it, did I?"
She squeezed me, hard (!WOW!) at the base, and kept her strokes long and hard, trying not to draw any attention from the bar (we weren't being watched). "OK baby. Please, hon, let me drink it, huh? I need some cum and I want you to give it me..." I think this gal really needed some guy to just come along and tell her *exactly* what he wanted and that she was going to do ONLY that -- domination fantasy or something. This red- head on the dance floor was moving around in a really sexy way; my mind jumped back to the fantasy I was having with her; almost immediately I felt the early tingles of my impending explosion, and thought quick... If I wanted to cum inside this redhead's pussy, the closest thing right now was this brunette's mouth, so I reached out for her small purse on the edge of the bar and nudged it over the edge, saying... "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to drop that," and when she started to bend down for it, "Fucking swallow my cum, now... now... yeah, that's it, make me cum!"
She had bent down (forgetting her purse) and 'swallowed' me whole; her nose was nuzzling in my pubes, and that sent me right over the edge being inside her warm and wet mouth, feeling that gentle suction in waves over my cock. The redhead on the dance floor was squeezing the cum right out of me every time she rocked left and right with her beautiful ass... Those nipples were rock hard, and I was buried to the hilt! I held this bru- nette's mouth over me deep, felt her breathing through her nose, so I knew she was OK, and, trying not to appear orgasmic, felt the cum shoot up through the base of my shaft and all the way out through the head into the wet warmth of the cavern surrounding me. God that felt good. I felt all the tension shoot right out of my body with my cum, and felt like I was slumping, relaxing, and just oozing with fresh satisfaction. I was spent.The brunette milked me while I grew too sensitive, so I grabbed her and pulled her off me, zipping myself up afterwards. She put her arms around me, and I let her, just feeling good, not wanting to move. I closed my eyes and took in the beat and the barest hints of moving lights through my lids. The beer, the orgasm, the beat, and her warmth all was an amazing combination to experience. I reached down and squeezed this lady's butt, letting her know I'd enjoyed her ministrations, and said, "Thank you. I'm going to the bathroom now. If I feel like it, I'll find you later, and I might just... *fuck* the shit out of you... if you can take it..." and to press the point, I grabbed her hair, pulled back on it to lift her face towards mine, and I sent my tongue deep into her mouth and squeezed her hard against me. I tasted a little salty in her mouth, but she'd swallowed pretty well, so I didn't mind. When I broke the kiss, she had this hazy look to her face, and she stepped back a foot or so, reached down and pulled up the hem of her black skirt, barely revealing the crotch mound of her lacy panties, and said, "something to look forward to, sexy..."
I watched closely as she pulled her bikini lace undies out of the way to her left, reached down and under with her right hand to show me a *completely* bald pussy! She then reached further in and rubbed her pussy lips up and down several times, and then reached back up, dropped her skirt, and squarely put her index finger in my mouth for me to taste.
"You've got a sweet pussy, my little suck-slave..." Boy, I thought, where the hell was I coming up with this shit? But she seemed to enjoy it a lot. I was feeling more and more like this was some silly game.
"You better believe it... and if you like how it tastes, you won't believe how it feels wrapped around your gorgeous fuck-toy... You know how much I want to feel you inside me..."
I almost couldn't keep from laughing at the inanity of the situation. So I just smiled and reached down and felt up her pubis, stroked her a couple of times and walked off to find more adventure!
I walked over to the bathroom and went in to relieve myself a bit further, and upon coming out felt strangely like my night was hardly over. So I caught a chair off to the side of the dance floor and stared out at the couples moving around. It was time to have a laugh or two. One of the things that's funniest about a place like the Well had to do with how badly some of the middle aged men there dance. It was a joke! They couldn't move to the beat; they couldn't take their eyes off some ho's tits, and they wore those horrible black or white button-down shirts, sometimes even wearing VESTS!Jeez. Get a life, I thought. Get a hobby. It seemed pretty sad if they came here often because they didn't feel like they'd get anything meeting women elsewhere.
Folks, in my experience, you can get just as far if not further with a woman who DOESN'T frequent a place like this just as fast if not faster. There are good reasons for going to a place like this, but ONLY sex wasn't it. People need to let off steam and people-watch. Beyond that, if you just want to get laid, go to the GROCERY store! Or a discount department store like K-mart or Target or Walmart! Or get a hobby and spend public time actively pursuing it! Far more sexual women participate in hobbies and actively SHOP than go to places like these. Some men really need a major awakening.
Oh well. So I caught myself thinking about some of their sorry lives, and shook myself out of it when I finally located Marc again!
All that time (while I was getting fresh cum sucked out of me), Marc was having a VERY interesting time out on the dance floor with this out-of- -control blonde lady feeling him up in public. And lots of the middle-aged guys in the bar were standing around the dance floor staring at him, wondering how the hell he had gotten so lucky! If only they'd seen me...
She was wearing 70's-style stretch lycra pants and an oversize white button-down shirt, drawn in at the waist by a big red belt. Hah! What an outfit! And she had on 3-inch-heels, you know, "fuck-me" pumps. Phew. And Marc was grinding up against this woman who had to be at least 8-10 years older than him. You could tell she was pushing that pussy tight up against his crotch, and he was loving it!
I watched her move against him to the beat of the music as it changed to a slower tune; the light faded back to a darker ambience, and people started to sway back and forth. The blonde's eyes were half open, and she'd plastered her body as close to Marc's as she could've without glue. She looked like she needed it almost as much as he did!
I didn't have to wonder long about what came next when she grabbed his hand off of her ass, and started walking him towards the back door to the place. What would come next was most likely Marc...
The Well was located on the inland side of our beach town, and had a series of piers and marina docks running all up and down the area behind the bar. It was a well-known after-hours spot for overheated Well guests. I decided what Marc was up to would be hotter than anything I was watching on the dance floor, so I waited a few minutes, then followed them out the back door! Little did I know at the time - someone else had the same idea.
When I exited the rear of the bar, the cold feel and the smell of salt water hit me hard as I cooled down from the inside heat. My eyes adjusted to the increased light right around the door, but managed to locate Marc and his little slut-puppy from inside walking about 50 yards down one of the docks off to my right. I quietly started moving off in that direction. There was little likelihood that I'd be noticed, and I kept moving and realized as I did so that the light was dropping off to my rear, and my eyes were once again getting used to seeing in the dark. Watching closely, I noticed that they had climbed aboard some boat I couldn't see very well. I kept walking and turned left where they had done so several minutes be- fore, heading out on a smaller pier. There were several small yachts tied up at various intervals, and I thought I saw the one that they had gone to.
I slowly walked up there, trying not to make any noise, but none of the lights were on in any of these boats' cabins, so I figured I didn't have to worry too much. It wasn't that late out. Suddenly I heard some creaking behind me, and when I stopped to look, I assumed it had been a noisy wooden pier swaying with the waves, because I couldn't see anything. I forgot about the noise and continued on, and when I arrived at the boat they had gotten on to, a small light came on in the cabin, and I got close enought to peer in through a small porthole where the blinds failed to close all the way. "Alright!" I thought. Marc's gonna get fucked!
When I leaned over the edge of the boat, and looked in, I could clearly see Marc sitting on a couch off to my right, and this woman was basically draped over him, stroking his crotch through his jeans. "Nice boat," I thought, looking around. But that didn't hold my attention for long. Why? Because the blonde had stood up, grabbed hold of her waist, kicked off her heels, and peeled off her lycra stretch pants and panties in one fluid motion, leaning way over towards him so he couldn't quite see her pussy yet. But I could. She had this really hairy blond bush peeking out between her ass cheeks. She looked slutty, but she *did* have a very hot body. Nice legs. Sheesh. So she stood up, slowly, for full effect, and as she did, you could see Marc unable to look at anything other than her bush. She stayed three-four feet in front of him, while he lay back against the couch-back, enjoying the show, and she reached down and stuck a finger right into her fucking hole. Fuck! Where do these women come from?!? She just stood there in front of him, playing with her pussy, and while she did, he unzipped himself and took out his cock. Immediately I got jealous. His cock was noticeably longer than mine was. I shouldn't have been jealous; I always got more action, but he was longer. Oh well.
Anyhow, he started stroking himself, so she stopped her self-reverie to watch him expose himself to her, and she stood transfixed, licking her lips, showing how much she was looking forward to what was coming...
By this time, I had my right hand inside my pants, squeezing the hell out of my own once-again erect organ, and all because I wasn't paying attention to anything but the show in front of me, I almost jumped out of my skin when a sexy voice beside me said, "so what's got you so worked up, honey?" Jesus! I tried REALLY hard not to let on how much I had been startled, but I doubt it worked. Lucky this gal had other things on her mind. It was the short-haired brunette from inside the bar who'd sucked my dry not an hour ago.
"I saw you leave, and I really wanted some more of what you've got to offer..." I grinned, and looked back at the show in front of me. The same. They were building the tension... staring at each other.
Continued in part 6...