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Authors name: Phil Masters (philmasters@aol.com)
Story title : H O O K I N G - U P
Part 6 of 7
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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...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But
it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers! You only have
one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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