I kind of have this effect on women. It’s less with younger girls my age but with these more mature women it’s potent. Just the fact that I’m speaking to them at all is incredibly flattering. Yeah I know what you’re saying… what a conceited prick… I’m not bragging even when I say it’s just a fact. I’m just painting the picture for you.
So there we are, sitting at the bar again and Samantha finally gathers herself, smiles at me and remembers what kind of drink she would like. I can see the veins in her neck pulsing. Her heart must be pounding but she starts to relax and begins to comprehend what’s happening and that yes… I am truly interested in her. She is after all a beautiful woman… Her natural blond hair is curled for tonight’s ‘night on the town’ and the fake breasts her x-husband bought her are on full display in her low cut mini dress. Her skin shows signs of age on her face and above her beasts where she’s seen too much sun at the kid’s soccer games or whatever sport they play. Her blue eyes aren’t as bright as I’m sure they were ten or fifteen years ago but they are still beautiful. Smile lines show distinct around her mouth and the corner of her eyes, but all in all she’s taken good care of herself.
Her toned legs are crossed and I can still see the tiny outline of where her wedding ring used to be on her left hand. We make pleasant conversation, mostly about me because she doesn’t want to tell me how many kids she has, how long she’s been divorced or how horny she is. After we finish our drinks I ask her if she wants to get out of here. The relief on her face is blatant as is the excitement.
Once we’re in my car the thing I love about these older women comes bursting forth. She’s mature enough to know why we are both at the club and what we want tonight. The younger women make it way too hard and the chances of getting what I really want is severely diminished with girls in their twenties who haven’t had enough years of normal sex to be bored enough with it to try anal.
As I get in the driver side and sit down, she reaches across the car, grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s hot and wet and I can tell she isn’t used to drinking much alcohol because she’s already half-drunk with just two drinks. The kiss lingers, sloppy and wet but tells me everything I need to know… sex is a lock and anal is more and more a possibility.
The kiss breaks, she’s still holding my face as we look into each other’s eyes. I say, “My place?”
“Yes, and drive fast!” she responds.
Samantha can’t sit still, she’s fidgeting with her dress and trying to figure out what to do with her hands as I drive, toward my place. I finally reach over and grab her left hand, placing it on my leg before returning my hand to the steering wheel. She gets the hint and soon inches it closer to my crotch until she finally bumps into my trapped cock and balls. She hesitates before moving again but soon is caressing my shaft through my thin slacks and jockey’s. It plumps up at her touch but can’t fully emerge.
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