John sat in the club toilet, and proceeded to beat off his cock. His eyes were closed, and of course he was thinking about her. Julie, the club barmaid. She was in her forties and he was merely eighteen. But that did not bother him. He wanted her more than anyone.
From the first moment he had seen her he knew he wanted her.
She had short blonde hair, a heaving pair of breasts, that were easily D-cups, and of course the centre thought of his relentless jacking off, the finest butt known to man, that was nice and curved, two fat cheeks for him to get his hands on, and long legs that did dirty things in his mind. She had a gorgeous figure for her age, and she knew it. This showed in the way she dressed. Every single time she worked behind the bar she wore a short black mini skirt and knee high leather boots, sometimes black and sometimes a cream colour. And of course there were her low cut, skin tight tops that highlighted her enormous jugs tremendously.
She was a good friend of John's mom, and he thought about the time when there had been a party at his house and Julie had gotten so drunk, her husband had to leave her there so she could spend the night, for she was in no fit state to go home. When everyone was asleep, deep into the night, he crept downstairs and into the living room where she was sleeping on the couch. She breathed very heavily, and he knew it would take a lot to rouse her. Her left tit was nearly hanging out of her skin tight leopard skin top, and it teased him too much. He dared not to go too far, as to wake her, but he felt this would be safe enough. And so he tenderly cupped his hand in between her tits and the top, brushing his palm against her nipple, which became hard with his touch, and he eased the breast free, so that it hung out of the top, with the other still locked away. It was enormous, dangling there, tantalising him, so juicy and ripe, and full of milk, for she had recently had a baby.
"Congratulations with the baby and everything" he whispered "I'll drink to that"