I was good to my word. Monday at noon, I called Tina from work. She reminded me of how much she enjoyed our time together. She asked me what days I have off, and where I could meet. I told her my days off, and that I could meet just about anywhere.
I went back to work, still a bit confused. She is going to send women to me for an evening of conversation, drinks, and sex. Somehow, the entire situation seemed backward.
Tuesday went by, then Wednesday, and nothing happened. I did get my laundry and shopping done on Wednesday, which is normal. Thursday, it was back to work.
Thursday at noon, my phone buzzed. I was in the back of the warehouse. It’s a perfect place to kill a few minutes. I answered it.
“Hi, this is Pat.”
“Hi, Pat. Tina gave me your number. She said you make a great cup of coffee.”
“Well, I try my best. How can I help?”
“My name is Gwendolyn Spencer, you can call me Gwen.”
“I’m pleased to hear from you, Gwen.”
“Do you know where Mickey’s Bar is located?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Would you be interested in meeting me there?”
“Certainly, what time?”
“Is five, okay? I’ll be wearing a beige blouse and a brown skirt. Tina said you like skirts.”
“Excellent. Five o’clock at Mickey’s. Looking for a lady wearing beige and brown. I look forward to meeting you, Gwen.”
“This is wonderful. Thank you so much, Pat.” She ended the call.
Friday afternoon at five, I was sitting at a table at Mickey’s, drinking a beer. I was waiting for my lady in beige to appear. A lady in her fifties walked into the bar, wearing beige and brown. Her brown hair was a match for her outfit. Her facial features were warm and soft.
She had a nice pair of milk jugs on her, I’m guessing a large C cup. Her hips would be perfect to hold onto. I decided to play the gentleman. I stood up and raised my hand.
“Gwendolyn?” She waved and nodded.
I pulled out a chair for her. She smiled and sat down.
“Good afternoon, I’m Pat. I’m very happy to meet you.”
“Oh, Pat, this is wonderful. You are more handsome than Tina described.” She giggled a little.
“Thank you. You have me at a disadvantage. I haven’t spoken to Tina for a while. What would you like to drink?”
“I see you’re having a beer, that’s fine with me.” Her brown eyes twinkled, and her smile was sexy. I went up to the bar and brought back two beers.
Gwen and I started talking. She is a self-starter in that respect, but doesn’t overdo it. She works for a realtor, doing clerical work. I told her I was a forklift driver in a warehouse. Such a sexy career.
She stopped dating when her husband left her. She said he made her feel insecure. The guy must be an asshole, or Gwen is a total bitch. That I couldn’t see at all.
We spent the evening talking, drinking, and enjoying an appetizer platter. She has a great way of expressing herself. When she says something a little risqué, she giggles a little. I find it very cute and a little sexy.
It was around nine-thirty when we got down to business.
“Pat, are you more comfortable at your apartment, or would you rather come to mine. You can make coffee for us at either place.”
“Where would you be more at ease?”
“Pat, I spend all of my off time in that apartment. I know every nail in the floor.” Gwen seemed desperate for a change in her life.
“My place, it is. It isn’t far from here, and I’m easy to follow.”
“This is so wonderful.” Gwen’s eyes glistened as bright as her smile.
“I hope you’re not disappointed,” I said with a wink and a grin.
I called our server over and paid our tab. Gwen smiled as if she were a princess.
I got up and pulled out her chair for her. We walked arm in arm to her car. I held the door for her, closed it, then walked to my car. Twenty minutes later, we were at my apartment.
Gwen got out before I could hold her door, so I did the next best thing.
I looked into her eyes, put my arms around her, and softly kissed her. When I put my hand on her butt cheek, Gwen whimpered and pushed her pelvis against me.
“What are you going to do to me, Pat?” She asked breathlessly.
“Try to make every desire you have come true.”
“Oh God, I’ve looked so forward to this, but now I’m a little scared.”
“I’m not going to push you, Gwen. This is your night.” I waited for her to react.
I offered my hand, and she took it. We walked up the stairs to my apartment. I opened the door and held her hand as we walked in.
“Would you like another beer?” I asked her.
“Please don’t think I’m weird, but I have never had a beer with a man, naked.” That caught me a little off guard.
“Do you mean having the man naked?”
“God, no. Both of us naked. I want to do things I’ve never done. Or was allowed to do, I should say.” I smiled and started to undress.
“This is your night, Gwen.” She started to do a sweet strip for me.
I watched as Gwen stripped for me. She was making me hard.
When she finished, she looked at me. She was embarrassed.
“Did I look stupid?”
I unfastened my jeans and let them drop to the floor. When Gwen saw my hard cock, her eyes got as wide as a dinner plate.
“Does this answer your question?” I pulled my briefs over my cock and let them drop.
“Shit. I did that?”
“You sure did, and I can’t wait for you and him to get to know each other.”
I led Gwen into the living room. She looked around; she was nervous.
I sat on the couch and beckoned to her. When she came over, she straddled me without hesitation.
I cradled her tits as we kissed. She reached for my cock and guided it into her wet pussy.
“Not all of that is gonna fit. But I want it.” She began to slowly ride up and down on it.
I held her ass cheeks. She smiled when she felt my hands squeeze her ass. When I put my finger on her tight brown star, Gwen gave me a ‘no no’ look.
She finally got my cock into her pussy. She sat on it and let me suck her tits.
“God, this is wonderful. You feel so good in me, and you’re sucking my boobs, feel wonderful. I’ve never had sex like this.” Gwen began to ride up and down on my cock.
“Pat, I have to stop.”
“Why?”
“I’m gonna cum. Your cock is making me want to cum.” She was panting, and her forehead was damp.
“That’s what I want. I want to make Gwen cum on my cock. I want to feel your pussy juice make my cock wet.”
“Oh, God.” Gwen put her head on my shoulder and started riding my cock. She groaned and whimpered in my ear. Her hot breath circled my neck. She rode my cock as if her life depended on it.
“I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming on your cock. I need you to pump me, pump my pussy.”
I grabbed Gwen’s waist and rolled her onto her back on the couch. I started pumping her pussy. Damn, she felt good. I rammed my cock in and out of her. Gwen was groaning, “More, do me harder, do me harder.”
I started shoving my cock in and out of her. She moaned when the first load of cum blasted her insides.
“Yes, cum in me,” she begged.
Her pussy showered me as my balls unloaded their contents of my cock in her warm pussy.
Gwen began to recover from her orgasm. She raised her head and looked at me.
“I have never cum like that. My pussy has never had that much dick in it. God, I can’t live without your cock in me.” She panted and put her head down on my shoulder.
Gwen rested for a couple of minutes. She realized my cock was limp and slipped out of her pussy.
“Oh shit.” She got off me and started to clean the cum from my cock and balls. She used her tongue and her fingers to find any drop of cum that wasn’t in her.
When she felt that she had licked and sucked any drop of cum left, she looked up at me.
“I think I’ve ruined your couch. I’ll have it cleaned.”
“No, I want our cum on it. Something we can remember for later.”
“I have to go to the ladies’ room.”
“Please do. I make the bed up for us.” That made Gwen’s face light up.
I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway, turned to look at me, and blushed.
“I won’t be long.” She promised. I flexed my cock, and she hurriedly closed the door.
When she emerged, she stopped and looked at the bed. The sheets were pulled down, and the pillows were propped up. She turned as I came into the bedroom with fresh beers and a glass.
“Make yourself comfy, and I’ll pour your beer.” She got into bed, pulled the covers up, and tucked them neatly under her tits. Gwen watched me as I poured. I handed the glass to her, and she gave me a bashful smile.
I got into bed next to her and made myself comfortable. I didn’t cover myself. We clinked our beers together. I kissed her, then we took a sip of beer. I watched as she glanced at my cock.
“He likes his girlfriend. In fact, he’s very fond of her, already.” I sipped my beer.
“Pat, she loves him. Damn, I never did that, much less cum so much. Thank you.”
“Not me, we enjoyed each other and wanted to make us happy.”
After a few more sips, I put my beer on the nightstand. I slid down in the bed and propped my head on my hand. Gwen grinned and slid down next to me.
“I like the look in your eyes, Pat. What are you planning? Are you going to manhandle me?”
“In my own way, yes.” I lay down and tucked my arm under her. I started to rub her tender body down to her pubic hair. Gwen cooed as the touch became more sensual.
I kissed her nipple, then sucked her tit into my mouth. My tongue circled her hard nipple, then slowly flicked it. I was still rubbing her body.
“That feels wonderful, babe. You’re, um, I’m so embarrassed.”
“What?”
“You’re making her wet. It’s been so long, and you’re so gentle.”
“I want her to have as much fun as possible.” I slipped my finger into her wet pussy.
“Oh, baby. Yes,” she cooed. I fingered her pussy as I sucked her tit.
She put her hand on mine. I took her finger, put it in her pussy, then slid mine on top of her.”
“Oh, no, that’s not for me to do, I can’t, um, I shouldn’t, oh baby,”
Gwen’s pussy began to flow her precum on our fingers. She had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. I pushed my cock against her thigh. She reached down and stroked it.
“That’s all, oh God, I’m cum-,” Gwen’s body stiffened. Her pussy flooded our fingers with her cum.
She grabbed our wrists and started riding them. She was using our fingers for her own pleasure.
“Oooo, that felt so good, I don’t want to stop.” I moved our fingers around inside of her.
“No, please. My heart is pounding like crazy. It needs to slow down, but I love the sensations.”
When Gwen had settled down, I pulled our fingers from her pussy. I put them in my mouth and licked them, especially hers.
“Damn, that went straight to my coochie. You made her tingle.” Gwen crossed her legs and giggled.
“Felt good, huh?”
“Yes, but what about you? How can I make you happy?”
To be continued
