I thought it would be really easy but it wasn't. So many times I played it through in my head and it was sure to be a doddle. There's absolutely no way she'd laugh in my face- or would she?
Less than 48 hours had passed since I'd had my hand in Ann's knickers. Not very dignified admittedly, against a wall outside a Liverpool nightclub with goodness knows who walking by and having a sly glance. But she'd been on my mind ever since then. Maybe it was the confident and expert manner in which she'd got my cock out as I fumbled like an amateur, desperate to have a finger inside her sodden pussy.
Ann was married (which was alright with me although I did know her husband), good looking (always a bonus), very flirty (in a very obvious kind of way) and almost certainly looking for some no strings sex. Why would she be massaging the cock of a man ten years her junior outside a night club if she wasn't looking for that?
So it should have been easy to ask her out; but it wasn't! Coffee in Deano's was the easy bit as we'd often nipped there for a chat. But this time I wanted a proper chat. A proper chat about what we'd done on Saturday night and how we may take that further.
We chatted about the usual stuff; work, kids, the weather, etc. before she brought up Saturday night, and what a great night it was all round. This was my chance! I'm sure that my voice was shaky and my heart was really racing as I popped the question....
"How about just me and you go out one night Ann?" I asked, not terribly confidently.
This was the moment. I'd just asked out a married woman, who may have been too drunk to care what went on at the weekend and who may be really affronted at me even thinking about taking her out. No going back now I thought.
"I was hoping you'd ask Ian. How about tomorrow? You don't train on Wednesday nights do you?"
Fucking Hell!!! She was keener than me, if that was possible, and she looked me in the eye with the dirtiest look I'd ever seen. I felt my cock twitch as not only had she said yes, but she'd suggested sooner rather than later.
Instantly I felt relaxed and randy at the same time. The question was asked and I could now begin to think about fucking this married friend who simply oozed sex appeal.
"Shall I meet you in The Eagle then? Eight o'clock? How about a ride to Southport? I'll drive."
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At just after 7.45 on the following night I arrived, hoping that Ann would be early; and she was! My condoms were stashed neatly in the glove box (if needed) and the car had been quickly vacuumed when I got home from work. I was going to fuck Ann in a nice clean car.
She looked gorgeous in her short, pale blue summer frock and high heels. I'd hoped that she would wear stockings for our date but it was a warm night and her dress showed off her shapely legs rather well.
"You look nice Ann," I said, kissing her on the cheek as I greeted her, not wanting to overdo the compliment but needing to make the point all the same.
"Let's go," she replied, leading me warmly by the hand to the exit where we bumped into Jack, the pub landlord.
"Aw'right Ian," he said in his thick Scouse accent. "Is that yer bird?" he asked. Not knowing how well he knew Ann, or Phil, her husband, I simply explained that we were going out as a group and were just in a hurry to meet everybody else. He clearly didn't believe that for one minute but all I could think about was getting back into Ann's knickers. I really wanted to caress and finger her wet pussy that had so captivated me on Saturday night and I was desperate to feel her tongue on the tip of my throbbing cock. I'd thought of nothing but Ann taking me into her mouth since our hurried maul outside the club. But for an over zealous coach driver, she would have been deepthroating me within minutes outside the club; of that I was sure.
A leisurely drive to Southport was over much too soon. I was really enjoying the feel of her soft, warm thigh as my left hand eased further and further up her skirt, with Ann shifting in her seat and subtly opening her legs to allow me within centimetres of her well-trimmed pubic bush.
Drinks in The Conservatory followed for an hour or so with Ann enjoying several glasses of white wine as I sipped slowly on my half glasses of Coca Cola.
Lots of playful slaps, casual touching, soft butterfly kisses and flirty banter filled the time in the quiet pub but the sexual undercurrents were becoming unbearable for me, and also for her I suspected.
"Let's go and look at the stars from your car," Ann announced unashamedly. Immediately, the drinks were finished, the glasses were returned to the bar and within one minute of her request, we were driving to the most secluded car park we could find.
A two minute drive along the promenade took us to an empty, unlit car park that was perfect for stargazing. I stopped the car, yanked on the handbrake and immediately felt the taste of Ann's tongue on my mouth and the warmth of her hand on my cock. I was so desperate to fuck my married friend but nowhere near as desperate as she was to fuck her no strings friend.
I was so taken aback by Ann's 'assault' that all I could manage was to return her passionate kisses and leave her to unfasten my belt as she frantically sought my stiffening cock. It was barely seconds before my full length was in her expert hands as she started to wank me off, a little too firmly for my liking as I needed to fuck Ann; 'needed' rather than 'wanted!'
Having gathered some composure, whilst still feeling Ann's tongue dancing around my mouth, I reached between her thighs, searching for the divine wetness that was mine on Saturday night.