Awoke this morning with a glorious dream fading from memory, so I figured I'd better get as much down on paper as fast as possible . . .
As we near the end of another Steelers' Sunday, I sit at the bar chatting up the bartender, Carol. She's relatively new here at the bar, working mostly Sundays, but an excellent addition to the staff. She's about 5'6", thin, brunette and has what has been called the world's most perfect ass.
I've been coming here every Sunday just to see her (well, that and to watch my Steelers) for the past couple months. We have started to get along pretty well, slowly moving into the land of friendly flirting. As I am helping her shut down the bar for the night, cleaning ashtrays, clearing tables, we talk about our plans for the upcoming week. I'm excited because I'm off Monday.
She says, "If that's the case we shouldn't call it a night just yet. You should come over and we can hang out and have a couple more. If it gets too late, I've got an extremely comfy couch, you could always crash."
We quickly finish the closing procedures and lock up the bar. Rather than risk drinking and driving, and getting a DUI, I leave my car parked at the bar and jump in hers. We figure since she's got the couch, may as well use it, and she can always run me to get my car in the morning.
Arriving at her place, she goes to change "into something more comfortable" and asks me to start a fire and get us some drinks. I ask what she wants and she replies, "Search the kitchen and surprise me." Once the fire has taken hold, I head to the kitchen. Well, all I can find are a couple bottles of Shiraz, so I open one and pour a couple glasses.
Returning to the living room, I check the fire, turn down the gas and settle into the couch. Finding the remote, I turn on the TV and quickly find SportsCenter. Engrossed as I am in checking out the stats for my Fantasy Football players, I don't even notice her return until she plops on the couch beside me.
Glancing over, I notice that she's changed into what I assume are her PJs, a pair of black leggings and an over sized T-shirt. With the robe and the pulled back hair, it is clear that she is thinking mainly of bed right now, but her eyes light up upon spying the wine. Taking a sip and nodding towards the fire, she comments on the blaze and then asks if I've seen enough football for one day.
I toss her the remote and she finds some movie, some 'chick flick' with Sandra Bullock, and turns the volume down so we can talk. "I'm glad you came over, it's so nice to get a chance to hang out not have to keep running to wait on other customers. Now I can just focus on you." As we make small talk, she inches closer and closer n the couch, until we are both sitting sideways, one leg dangling over the edge, the other tucked beneath us.
Tucking a few errant hairs behind her ear, she takes a sip of wine and comments on how impressed she is with how I get along with her son, that it is important for any guy she's gonna be involved with to be liked by him. As I look up confused, she leans in and gives me a quick kiss. Pulling back and staring into my eyes, "We are going to be involved, aren't we?"
In way of response, I simply pull your lips to mine and kiss you again, tenderly to begin, growing deeper as we both realize the attraction is very mutual. I can feel her hands roaming my back as mine slip inside her robe, settling on her hips. Catching my breath, I ask where that came from.
"I've been wanting to do that since the first night I worked and saw you at the bar, tonight just seemed like the perfect opportunity to move on my feelings."
"Well I'm glad you did. I've felt the same way since that first night. Just never figured you'd actually be feeling the same, what with the age difference and all." Should mention here that while I am 37, knocking on the big 4-0 door, Carol is young, bubbly 24 year old. She could have any man she wanted, and for some reason, it seems she has picked me.
"Age doesn't matter to me, you act younger than most guys my age, while still maintaining the maturity of your years. Plus, like I said, the most important restriction is how Lucas likes you. And he definitely likes
you!
And that makes two of us, so enough talking, kiss me again already, before I change my mind."
Who am I to argue with a lady, especially a beautiful one practically sitting in my lap. Again I reach out and, running my fingertips over the soft skin of Carol's cheek, pull her lips to mine. We kiss tenderly to start, but as our temperatures rise our kisses turn passionate, our tongues dancing back and forth.
Our hands start to roam, hers again to my back, mine pushing off her robe and slipping up under her Tee. She moans as I cup one of her 34B breast, my suspicions confirmed when I find no bra. Momentarily breaking our kiss, she pulls off my sweater and tosses it across the room with her robe.
Climbing back onto the couch, she moves up to straddle my lap. I lean in and kiss the side of her neck, reaching up and releasing her hair from its ponytail. I run my fingers through her long, curly hair as her hands wander over my chest. She suddenly reaches up, grabs my head and pulls me from her neck. My shirt quickly joins the growing pile of clothing on the floor and she begins kissing and licking my chest.
Taking my hands in hers, she pulls them onto my head and continues her exploration of my chest. Her lips find my right nipple and she gently kisses it, flicking it with her tongue as her hand pinches and plays with the left. Her other hand moves to my belt and begins to undo it. As I reach to again caress her, she stops what she's doing and informs me that, for the time being, I should just lie back and enjoy, she's in charge!
I know not to mess with a good thing, so I do as told. Both her hands are now pulling off my belt and, after undoing my jeans she reaches in and begins stroking my rapidly expanding cock. She moans into my chest and begins kissing her way down across my belly. Moving so that she is kneeling on the floor between my legs, she pulls down my jeans and boxers, releasing my throbbing prick.
As soon as it pops into view, she plants a gentle kiss right on the head. Looking up into my eyes, she runs her tongue all the way down to my balls and then back up, swirling it around the tip. My hands reflexively fly to stroke her face, my head thrown back, as she slips her lips over the crown of my cock, slowly taking the full length into her mouth.
Regaining my composure, I let her know that it's not going to take much for me to blow, in that it has been a long time since I was with a woman. This must please her as she redoubles her efforts on my prick. All to soon, I am at the point of no return, and let her know that I am about to cum. She simply pulls back until just the head is still between her lips and strokes me until I shoot my load into her waiting mouth.
As I recover, she swallows my cum and follows it with a big sip of her wine. Before rejoining me on the couch, she removes the rest of her clothes, revealing an amazing body. Her legs, long and toned, joining at her sex, which is all but bare, just a small tuft of dark brown curls. Her breasts, while on the smallish side, are perfectly formed and tipped with nipples, small and erect like pencil erasers.
