Marti and I were tanning nude on the deck and having wine coolers. We had been there for several hours, and the coolers were taking effect on both of us.
I was lying with my head on Marti's thigh as she leaned back against a railing. She was casually playing with my breasts and toying with my turgid nipples. It was driving me wild.
There had been several admissions about our sexual adventures, and I had admitted to her more than I ever had previously to anyone.
"Tell me your wildest adventure," Marti prompted me. "I know after your separation, you had to fill that void with something. How many times have you had multiple men at a time" She asked.
I guess the coolers had loosened me up to the point I didn't hold back. As Marti continued to massage my breasts, I told her my wildest, well, one of the craziest nights in my life.
"I use to stop in a hotel lounge in Louisville frequently on the way home from work. I would get there around six-thirty and try to sit at the bar. I usually prepped in my car for my appearance by removing my jacket and blouse and taking off my bra. My boobs were my best feature, so I wanted to emphasize my boobs put the blouse back on and button only the last few buttons at my waist. I let the blouse hang loose enough; it would gape and show my breasts if I turned slightly," I told her.
She was using one hand on my breast and the other on her own. Marti was getting turned on.
I began to rub my pussy with my right hand and was getting wet as hell with the memory of that night.
"The bartender and I had got to know each other on a first-name basis. She was a little older but extremely wise. She knew I was there to pick up men. I sat down, and Lisa immediately brought me a glass of wine.
"You look hot and ready to party," Lisa, the bartender, told me.
"I am so ready I might screw some guy right here on the bar," I said. "She smiled and told me she wished she had my luck with men."
"I sipped my wine and made eye contact with a couple of men standing in a small group down the long side of the bar. I smiled and got the same in return. I guess they noticed me adjusting my blouse to expose more cleavage, and within a minute or so, I was joined by one of them. We exchanged names and made small talk. He was looking at my boobs every few seconds. " I told Marti.
" I told him he should sit on the stool next to me. He did. And to award him for doing so, I placed my hand on his leg. As we talked, I learned he and his friends were in town for a conference and staying at the hotel. Perfect."
"He asked if I wanted another glass of wine. I told him I did. He waved Lisa over and got us refills. As Lisa sat my wine down, she asked if I was having a good evening. I answered, 'I think it will be exciting.' She smiled and walked away.
"I told my new friend I was on the way home and had stopped in for a drink. I mentioned I didn't have but an hour or so to relax before going home to do laundry."
Marti was pulling my nipples as I continued. "With his eyes on my breasts, I reached inside my blouse and cupped my left one, the furthest from him, and mentioned I would love to get to know him better. He immediately caught on. He asked me up to his room."
"I cupped his cock and balls as I finished my glass of wine."
"He looked down the bar and waved at his friends as we walked out of the lounge arm and arm."
Marti was eating up my confession. She adjusted her position to reach her labia, and I noticed her pulling on the inter lips. "DAMN Mom. Don't stop now!" she said. I moved her hand away from her pussy and slipped my fingers into her wetness.
I continued, "As we left the bar, I decide to do something I had always wanted to do. I turned toward the restrooms and led him into the Men's. He balked a little at first but followed me in. Once in, I turned and kissed him and slid his hand up my skirt. My panties were so wet, but he managed to push them aside and began to finger me."
Marti questioned, "you took him into the Men's Room? Was there anyone else in there?"
"No," I told her. Continuing, "I walked to one of the stalls and sat on the toilet. I fumbled with my fiend's zipper but finally got his pants down. I smiled and told him I was going to give him the best blow job he ever had. I began to suck him and play with his balls. To my disappointment, he didn't last long and shot his cum deep into my throat. I made a big show of licking him and cleaning his penis".
"I could tell he was nervous as hell. I certainly was satisfied. I helped him get 'decent' and shocked the hell out of him when I asked if he thought any of his friends would like the same? He assured me they would".
"He left the Men's Room, and within a couple of minutes, I heard the door open. I stood and said, 'back here.' The first of two men made his way to my stall. I had opened my blouse and pushed it back to expose my breasts. I wanted them to see my best feature".
