Title: A Night Out
(M,F)
I arrived early to the bar, 9:30; the band was setting up. I was visiting the city for work and following my usual routine. Show up early, have a couple of shots of Jamison, a beer, wait for the crowd to show up, then start mingling around.
Forty two years old and recently divorced; I was hoping it would be a good night. I always had fun when I went out to drink, listen to music, and socialize, but a good night meant getting lucky.
In my twenties I was shy and getting lucky happened about one out of ten times that I went to a bar, or club. Since my divorce I was a solid one for three. This however would be weekend number four, and I was worried my trend was coming to an end.
My advantages are: my height 6'4", my sense of humor, and my never meet a stranger personality. My disadvantages include: my dad bod, having to fight off tiredness from being overworked, and self doubt that was rearing its head again that particular evening.
One shot of Jamison down, and the stool next to me was occupied by a lovely young lady. A smile and a quick glance around, checking for the boyfriend or husband,
No one around, I thought to myself.
She returned the smile, tilted her head and squinted her beautiful brown eyes as if she was trying to place me.
Do you coach volleyball at the high-school here? She said, as her smile grew and she placed her hand on my shoulder.
I tried to keep eye contact as I noticed her, perfect handful, breast were revealing themselves from her black top as she leaned towards me.
No sorry, I'm here on business. Don't feel bad people regularly mistake me for someone they know; I just have one of those faces. So you play volleyball at your high-school? I said, smiling at her.
You're funny, no but my twin girls do. They're freshmen and they've only had one practice, so to be fair I've only seen him once, but you guys could be twins. She said, as she removed her hand from my shoulder placed a cigarette between her pouty lips and began digging through her purse for a lighter.
I offered her a light, she leaned in, with her distracted I took to opportunity to glance at her chest. No bra, and the fire from my lighter revealed her hard nipples and dark arreolas.
What are you drinking? I asked.
What was that you were having when I sat down? She said.
Jamison, do you like Irish whiskey?
Probably not, but order us both one and we`ll find out. She winked and smiled.
As I ordered our drinks my doubt began to kick in. She'll probably have her drink tell me it was nice to meet me and head off to meet her friends, I thought to myself. A deep breath to regain my composer and force that thought out of my mind and we were saying cheers; three times in a row.
We didn't get personal or talk about any deep subjects. We were in our own little world as the band had started playing and the crowd pushed around our premium seats at the bar trying to get their orders in.
A couple of times we were inturupted by a man or woman who hugged her and told her how good it was to see her. She'd politely respond and her attention was back to me.
Fuck, you know what? I said.
What? She said leaning into me as if she couldn't wait to hear.
I leaned towards her and placed a hand on her upper thigh, right below the hym of her cut-off-jean shorts. I don't know your name? I said, as I leaned closer to her, smelling her perfume and the smoke on her breath.
She grined and bit her bottom lip, You know I don't know yours either. Maybe we should keep it that way; it might be fun to fuck someone without knowing their name,
My dick jumped to attention, I adjusted my position to allow its full eight inches to run down my thigh in my jeans.
Have it your way, but I do want to know what to call you when while I'm fucking you, I said.
She leaned back, I thought holy shit don't let this be a tease.
She grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through some pictures before learning towards me again. Her hand landed on my thigh as she balanced herself; the tips of her fingers on my thick cock head. She slowly moved her hand back and forth accrross my full length.
As if she didn't notice what she was doing she turned her phone towards me to reveal a picture of two hot teens in volleyball uniforms. Their short shorts revealed flawless tone and tan thighs. Each had the same thick wavy brown hair as their mother.
Her hand still stroking my stiff cock, Pick one, she said.
Usually I would have had a witty comment; being throughly distracted I simply pointed to the one on the left, raised my hand to her neck with my thumb on her cheek, and put my lips against her ear, how about her.
She turned her face, and pressed her lips againt mine, as my hand slid between her legs, her tongue worked its way deep into my mouth. I could feel the damp heat through her shorts.
She slowly took a deep breath as we continued to massage one another; thats my little Carla, and thats what you can call me while you fuck me. I'll call you coach, she said with a smile as she took me by the hand, stood and pulled me against her tight ass to hide my errection.
We walked out of the bar, I was expecting her to turn towards the parking lot; she turned the opposite direction and led us around the back of the bar. There were half a dozen people standing at the corner of where we turned into the dimly lit space behind the bar.
What is it coach? Did I do something bad? She said in the sweetest little girl voice.
Well Carla, I really didn't expect to catch my favorite student out drinking tonight? Should I call your mom? I said, as I pressed her against the brick wall pushing my hardness onto her stomach and holding a handful of her thick hair.
No, please. I'm really sorry coach; I'll show you. She slid down the wall slowly allowing my dick to slide between her beast before landing on her knees.
She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans; removed my dick, opened her mouth and expertly began to suck as she moved her hand from my balls to my ass rhythmically with her head bobbing.
Fuck Carla, you're a filthy little cock sucker aren't you!
I placed one hand on the back of her head grabbed and handful of hair as I began throat fucking her, smashing my hand against the brick wall with every thrust.
She was gagging and wetness flowed from her mouth soaking my balls and thighs as I pounded her face.
After a couple of minutes I pulled her to her feet by her hair, spun her around facing the wall and forced her tight shorts down and off. I went to my knees and hungerly ate her ass and pussy from behind as she screamed, Yes Coach, please! Please eat my virgin ass and pussy!
Her body tensed as she squirted so much that as I hurried to drink it all down some of her sweet juice spilled from the corners of my mouth.
I could feel her small frame's weight as her knees buckled. I gently laid her on the concrete and shared her taste as I slid my tongue into her mouth while gropping her breast and pinching her nippels.
Her only response was in hushed moans and her eyes were closed. Taking her soft legs into my hands I placed her feet on my shoulders, took my cock in my hand and folded her body until my throbing head was pressed against her hot, wet pussy lips.
I pressed my hand against her seemingly unconscious throat as I entered her silky slut hole. At six inches she let out a maon of pain as I hit her cervix. Tightening my grip on her throat I grunted, take it Carla; you nasty little whore!
I slammed my cock into her cervix over and over, enjoying the pain it was causing both of us and with in minutes my balls began pumping out load after load of cum into sweet Carla's virgin pussy.
Her eyes opened and she smiled a sleepily satisfied smile. We heard clapping and hollering; we looked up to see half a dozen drunk spectators, who seemed to be pleased with the show.
We cuddled up for a cigarette and then headed to the parking lot. At her car we kissed goodbye.
As she got into the car she said, I can't wait until you meet my girls; see you next time.