I am a pussy hound, a womanizer, a seducer.
My entire adult life has been consumed with seducing and fucking beautiful, married women. I am in my 50s now but age hasn't slowed me down at all. In fact, I'm fucking more women on a regular basis now than I ever have. And my efforts to seduce new, exciting, sexy women continue to be successful.
It was mid-afternoon on a Thursday and I stopped by a local sports bar, just hoping to find an extraordinary woman to meet, talk to and hopefully take home to fuck.
When I first walked in I immediately noticed a large group of people sitting at two tables that had been pushed together. They were very loud and having a good time and I assumed they were co-workers getting together for a drink after work.
Walking toward the bar and looking at that group of people, I instinctively was drawn to the woman sitting at the head of the table. She was animated, louder than all the rest and she was the center of attention. And I recognized immediately that she was a knockout.
She had a very distinct, ethnic look. She had long, thick red hair and very large brown eyes that were big, wide and alive. Her skin had that dark, reddish tint and she had very big full lips that were painted red. Although she was sitting, I could tell that she was a stout woman, but one of those women who is stout in all the right places.
Even at first glance it was impossible not to notice the size of her tits. They protruded at least 18 inches across the table, maybe more. That is no exaggeration. It was an incredible sight. They were huge and I could tell that every man sitting at that table had his eyes on them. Her top was tight and showed just a hint of cleavage. But there was no need to show anything. What she had under that top was obvious and it was something that would get the attention of any man.
I thought about the big tits I have had over the years. There is something really different about being in bed with a woman who has big, luscious tits. The physical contact is one thing but just knowing they are there is the real cause for excitement. When I have a woman with a massive chest in bed, I love to straddle her and then go to work on those tits with every tool I have: my mouth, my hands, my tongue, my fingers and my dick.
I take my time and I love to hear her moan and squirm and I love to reach down and feel that wetness caused by my work. It is especially exciting when the woman's nipples are highly sensitive. Once I have worked on those sensitive nipples for a while, those women are in an uncontrollable state and ready to fuck like a wild animal.
That is what I was thinking the first few minutes after seeing this great woman for the first time. She had a chest on her that you see maybe once or twice in a lifetime, the kind of tits that are so big and hard and stick straight out, way out.
This was a raving beauty I was looking at and I knew that I would have to try to talk to her and hopefully at some point get her into bed. But how could I even meet her, much less fuck her? I knew it was a long shot, an extremely long shot. But one thing I've learned over the years is that you never know when a long shot will pay off.
I found a seat at the bar as close as I could get to the group because I wanted to have a clear view of this remarkable woman. After I sat down I looked at her and I saw even more that I liked. She was probably in her late 40s or early 50s and my guess was that her ethnic background was Middle Eastern or Greek. What a woman.
I ordered my drink and began listening to the loud conversation going on at the table. The object of my attention continued to dominate the conversation and I could tell that everyone in the group deferred to her at every opportunity. My guess was that this was a work unit and that she was the boss.
Listening close, I became really intrigued with some of the things she was saying. She was loud, with a big laugh, and she was making bold, provocative statements and wisecracks. I knew that this was my kind of woman. She was earthy, she had a sharp tongue and a great sense of humor. And it was obvious that she was a very independent, take-charge type of woman.
Sipping on my drink, I started trying to catch her eye. I kept my gaze on her and it didn't take long for her to notice. She looked my way for the first time and she turned away quickly when she noticed that I was staring at her. But a minute or so later she looked at me again and this time she kept her gaze on me a little longer. The clear message she sent to me was that she knew that I was looking at her and she knew that I was interested. But she gave no indication that the interest might be mutual. After all, this was a woman who was used to men looking at her.
For the next 30 minutes she would glance at me periodically and I made sure that I kept my eyes on her. At one point she even gave me a half smile. At least I thought that's what it was. Watching her was so exciting, and my head was just spinning, just hoping I would get a chance to meet her. The more I saw, the more I liked. I knew it was more than a long shot that something would happen, but I was determined to be patient and exhaust every chance I might have.
I had been sitting almost an hour and getting antsy before the group finally started to break up. Fortunately for me my big redhead was the last to leave. Maybe she was the last to leave on purpose, knowing that I might approach her? Hey, you never know.
She made small talk with a few stragglers and then approached the bar to pay her bill. When she started walking I got a full view of her backside for the first time and it was like I got struck by a bolt of lightning. It was a moment in my life that I will never forget. She had on tight stretch pants and her ass was big, wide and hard, a magnificent ass. Her tits were beyond belief but I was more than overwhelmed by that ass. It was jaw-dropping, easily one of the best I had ever seen. When she made the slightest move, it shook unmercifully. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was already fantasizing about burying my face into that big, sweet ass.
I got up from my seat and walked up to her. This was the moment of truth and I had a singular focus: meet this hot woman, get to know her, and then take her home to my bed. But first things first. Would she even talk to me?
She had her back to me, facing the bar.
I touched her elbow to get her attention. She turned around to look at me and when she did her massive tits almost brushed my chest.
"Want to hang around for one more drink?" I asked.
She had a blank expression on her face. But then she smiled. "So, here's the man who's been staring at me all afternoon," she said.
"Guilty as charged. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Sweetheart, I wasn't born yesterday. I stopped letting men make me uncomfortable a long time ago."
I laughed out loud. This was definitely a great woman and I desperately wanted to get her alone and talk to her.
"So how about that drink?"
"No. I don't think so. I need to get home."
"No you don't. It's still early. Just one drink. I promise I won't keep your more than 15 or 20 minutes. Hey, I'm buying."
The woman hesitated but finally said, "You're cute but I'm afraid not. I'm married."
"Aren't we all?"
She looked at me, shook her head and started to walk away.
I put my hand on her arm to try to stop her and said, "One drink and a little conversation," I said. "No harm in that is there Jeri? See, I already know your name. My name is Joseph so now we're on a first name basis. One drink."
She gave a quick laugh and said, "Oh, well that does it. You know my name. I've got to have a drink with you now."
I shot back kiddingly. "Nice sarcasm Jeri but I still want that drink. I'm not going to take no for an answer. Come on. You're feeling good. You just had a good afternoon with your friends. Why not have a drink with me and let yourself unwind before you head back home and back to reality."
Jeri hesitated, fumbling with her purse before answering.
"You know, I could do the whole drink thing with you. But it would just be a waste of your time because you will just end up disappointed."
There was just something about her that told me just the opposite. I really believed at that point that I would be anything but disappointed.
"I don't mind being disappointed. Come on. One drink and a little conversation. Fifteen or 20 minutes. What's the harm? What are you going to do when you get home? Cook? Wash clothes? Clean house?
Jeri hesitated, shook her head, and said, "Ok. What the hell. Let's have that drink. But it will have to be a quick one. I need to get home."
When she said that, my heart was in my throat.
"Great. Let's find a seat."
I led her to an isolated table in the back corner of the bar, as far from the crowd as I could find. I wanted to have her undivided attention.
I was overwhelmed at the sight of this woman's body. She had one of those great big beautiful asses, wide and hard. It shook wildly from side to side when she walked and it was a perfect complement to those fantastic tits. This was definitely a piece of ass of epic proportions.
Instinctively I knew that if I could get this woman into bed it would be a once in a lifetime sexual experience.
