Jacob wasn't prepared for being forty and living alone all over again. He knew his marriage was on a rocky road for some time, but being told in no uncertain terms that he was no longer loved hit him harder than any pain he'd felt before. In the weeks that followed, he drank a lot. Months followed, and he'd go to work, masturbate to internet porn, drink some more, sleep until noon, and repeat that monotonous and familiar pattern until he no longer knew what he was waking up for at all.
It wasn't until one of the girls at work asked him out to her birthday night out that he decided to break the mould and try to be single again, at least try to enjoy his knew found situation without all the self-loathing and pitying. He'd always found Cara quite cute, and he was sure she was just being nice in asking him out, but something inside Jakob woke up. He imagined buying her a drink, spending time talking to her about any old bullshit he could think of, potentially charming her, and then maybe kissing her if he was lucky.
When the night finally arrived, he had drank a couple of shots of bourbon before leaving his house, if only to calm his nerves, then headed for the bar where she'd asked him to meet her. As he arrived, Cara was there, sitting at a table all by herself. He assumed it was more of a get together with others, and now, knowing she was alone, he felt more nervous than before, wishing he'd drank a few more glasses of his cheap liquor.
Cara looked stunning. She was wearing an emerald green dress that showed off her shoulders, teasing her round, ample breasts with a cleavage that made his temperature rise.
"Hey, Cara," he muttered. "You look incredible."
She turned round to meet his gaze, smiled at him while playing with the straw in her drink with the tip of her tongue, and stood up to hug him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she leaned in close, pressing her body against him.
"Hey, you," Cara replied.
She stayed close to him for longer than he thought she would, feeling the tightening in his trousers press against her stomach. She could sense he was turned on by her, and playfully held the embrace until he coughed nervously. Cara let go, and the two of them grabbed a couple more drinks.
An hour passed and the two had have a fair amount of alcohol. Jakob kept looking at her golden skin and her dark brown hair, and how it grazed the skin of her chest. She noticed every time he looked at her - every time he admired her body or her smile. Suddenly, she stood up and slowly sat down on his lap, grabbing his hands and letting them fall upon her waist.
As her ass pressed against his legs, he could feel his cock harden, and poke between her cheeks as she ever so slowly started to rock back and fourth as not to arose suspicion. She could hear his stifled moans as she softly grinded him, and giggled while holding her drink, taking a sip between each movement. Cara put her glass onto the table and stealthily reached for his zip, raising her body off of him, then looked around to see if anybody was watching. She then reached between his now opened zip, pulled out Jakob's dick from between the buttons of his boxers, and started to stroke him. It was warm and clammy, but rigid and pulsing in her hand, slightly wet from the coldness of her glass. After a few more strokes, she sat back on top of it, his dick exposed and rubbing against the soft fabric of her dress. He could feel the shape of her cheeks clearly on his cock, and the smoothness of the silky dress felt good on his member. She continued to rock back and fourth, listening to the changes in his breath that might give light to when Jakob was ready to cum.
As Cara heard him moan, she could sense he was about to ejaculate all over her dress. She stopped grinding and gently got up, walked off to the washroom before beckoning him over with her finger. She disappeared through the door and left him alone. He was able to put his cock away before composing himself, drinking his last drop of whisky, and left the table in search of Cara, hoping to find out what the seductress' pussy felt like wrapped around his throbbing cock.
After following Cara into the bathrooms, he headed into the gents to freshen up. As he splashed water on his face and looked into the mirror, he could see a pair of stilettos under one of the cubicle doors, with dark lace knickers around the ankles.
"Ca..Cara," he said, both nervously and excitedly.
She didn't respond, but he could hear gentle moans coming from behind the door. As he walked up to the door, the moaning became louder, mixed with a soft giggle and some deep breathing. Jakob knocked. The noises stopped for a moment, then the door unlocked. He waited for her to pull the door open, but Cara simply continued to make the same welcoming noises as he'd heard a minute ago. Jakob pushed the door open and finally saw Cara, sat upon the toilet seat, her legs spread, her green silky dress hoisted up above her waist, and her fingers circling her pink, wet, exposed pussy. She smiled at him through the pleasure, her eyes closing with every pang of excitement, only to open and gaze directly at him. She reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him close, moving the tips of his fingers towards her shaven cunt.
"Touch me...enter me, Jakob."
Jakob wasted no time to heed her advances. Leaning down, he slid a couple of fingers inside her as she continued to rub her clit. Cara let out a louder moan as Jakob's fingers felt how warm she was on his fingers - how tight she felt around them. After a few minutes of pleasuring her, she used her wet and warm fingers to stop him, using both hands to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers. The door to the stall was still open and nobody had ventured in. yet. Jakob tried to shut the door without taking his gaze off of her.
"No," Cara said forcefully, mixed with excitement.
Jakob's trousers were now around is ankles, his hard cock exposed in front of her.
Cara placed her hands on the back of his legs, then used her tongue to lick his dick from the base, its tip grazing his balls before working its way up the shaft until it reached the head. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his cock gently, before guiding it in her mouth with her tongue. She sucked on the tip slowly, swirling her tongue around his swollen head before flicking it on the opening. Cara's hands pulled Jakob towards her as she took more of his cock in her mouth, her lips grasping every new inch, sucking harder as she moved up and down its thickness. Her head bobbed back and fourth, causing a vacuum of pure euthoria for him. Jakob looked down at Cara and could see her hair moving losely as she swallowed him. He placed his left hand on the side of her face and used his thumb to stroke her hair away from her eye, as if an intimate favour for her, so she could see the joy she was bringing him. Cara looked up and their eyes met, just as they had first done as they met in the bar. She smiled with his cock in her mouth and he smiled back, although he could feel a fire in his groin - in the pit of his stomach. Jakob was close to orgasm, and as his cock throbbed, the door to the bathroom opened.
An older gentleman walked in to use one of the urinals, and as he passed by the cubicle, he glanced inside to see Jakob's knees buckle as Cara's nails plunged into his thighs. Jakob came in her mouth, filling her with warm cum as she held her head in place. She let out a cough as every drop of cum trickled down her throat, with Jakob's moans drowning out the noise the door had made as it opened. Jakob's hands held onto the tops of the cubicle walls as he came, struggling to stay on his feet following the intense pleasure of Cara's incredible blowjob. The door to the washroom opened again, and both Jakob and Cara looked to see someone leave, unaware someone was even there in the first place.
