I met Lee in a bar. We were both trolling for fun. It was a slow night at the bar, so we struck up a conversation. I was fifty and he was forty and we shared a desire to find women in bars and fuck them. Along with that came a fair amount of drinking and a lot of bullshit bar talk.
Lee was a funny son-of-a-bitch and liked to be just on the line of proper and scandalous. He picked his moments and never did anything that would get us arrested. One of the fun things about bar hopping with Lee was that I never knew what was going to happen next.
On this particular night we were hanging out at an upscale Italian restaurant. We'd gotten there early, just after five, and taken up our favorite position in the corner of the bar. It availed us a great view of the whole bar and all of the ladies. The corner was backed on two sides by a five-foot wall, so when one was seated at the high-top tables you were still out of sight from the restaurant. In the corner, most of the bar patrons had a poor view of exactly what was going at our table.
On this particular evening, there were few people there at five when we arrived, but by seven the bar was packed. We were still scanning the patrons for opportunities. And, of course, we were drinking. I was having bourbon and Lee was sucking on a beer.
A guy of about 60 -- 65 was standing close to us and came over with his prim little wife and asked if he could take one of our stools as he'd recently had knee surgery and couldn't stand too long. We said that he could take the stool or he and his wife could share our table. Grateful, they joined us. I was in the corner and she came around to sit next to me. Lee was on my other side and the husband was between Lee and his wife.
We learned that their names were Frank and Missy. I suspected that Missy was just a nickname that had no connection to her real name. She was well dressed and, in her circles, cute nicknames were a must. Her hair was one of those up-scale cuts. It was simple and attractive. Every hair was in place.
Lee asked Frank what happened to his knee and Frank offered up a short explanation. Lee nodded his head.
"I've had several surgeries on my knees. I have to have it redone about every five years," Lee said. "You know what I miss the most when my knees hurt? Not being about to fuck standing up!"
Frank brought on a big smile and I turned to Missy thinking that her prim little ass had been so shocked that she'd hit the floor. Instead, she was working to hold back a full smile. Her face had a devilish look. Apparently, the conversation had turned to a favorite topic of hers.
Lee continued, "Frank, you're a good size guy and Missy is a little petite thing. Man, you got to pick her up, plant your dick in her and bounce her up and down!"
Frank was a good size guy and appeared to be in good shape for a man his age. His full head of gray hair topped a good body.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Missy offered to the conversation. More interestingly, when she said that she was looking at Lee not Frank.
I looked down and saw that she was sitting on the stool with her legs crossed. She was wearing a skirt with a hem at her knee. I was wondering if she were just talking "bar room talk" or serious in her interests in sex. So, I extended my hand and fingered the hem of her skirt. Doing this I was sure she felt the slight tug and the occasional brush of my fingers on her knee. She didn't react.
"So, how did you and Frank get together," I asked her.
"Well, I grew up in a small town which was home to a large university and I decided early on that I wasn't likely to go to college, but I wanted a man who had gone to college to be my mate. I also decided that I wanted to go through life with a man who knew how to be a great fucker. Realizing that all men are not created equal, I started checking out the college boys. While they preferred to date and fuck college girls, we -- towners -- they thought to be easy targets. Let me tell you, most college guys are terrible in bed and most don't offer much promise. So, over time I fucked a lot of those college boys until I found Frank. Even at twenty years of age, Frank was a genius with his dick. I was sold. So, I fucked him until he married me."
Frank and Lee were engaged in a conversation about something or the other. Missy and I really couldn't hear very well.
I leaned in to where I was almost whispering in Missy's ear. "You seem to be very focused on sex. Is Frank giving you all you need and deserve or are you still auditioning guys?"
"I've never been able to get enough. Frank is a great lover, but I never get enough. What woman does?"
With that, she uncrossed her legs. I took the not-so-subtle hint and placed my hand on her knee and then started to slid my hand up her thigh. Lee, Frank, and the rest of the bar would not be able to see what was going on. I leaned forward and inched my hand farther up her thigh. Soon, my hand found itself wedged between her thighs. I was blocked so I massaged her thigh as high as I had been allowed to reach.
"Let me be direct." I said and moved to whisper into her ear. Would you like for Lee and me to come home with you and Frank and see if we can give you enough?"
With that, she spread her legs wider giving me full access to her crotch. She said nothing, but looked me square in the eye. "Good. Don't say anything," I said, "let me go look for the answer."
With that I slid my hand all the way up her thigh. Finding the crotch of her panties I slid my middle finger inside them and rubbed her pussy lips from top to bottom. Even closed, they were starting to leak juice.
"I think I have your answer, but I want to make sure. I want to slip off your panties, right here and right now!" She gave me a devilish smile. With my finger still hooked in her panties I started to pull them down. She realized that I'd never get them off as long as she was sitting on them, so with one arm on the back of the stool and one on the table, she lifted her ass up releasing her panties. I pulled and they slipped down. She returned to resting on the stool seat.
Slowly, one side at a time, I inched her panties down her legs until they were below her knees and then they fill to her ankles. She squirmed about and got them past her shoes and they fell to the floor.
Frank and Lee apparently got to a pause in their conversation and Frank turned to me and said, "Lee and I were talking about our knee doctors. What are you two talking about?"
"Sex," said Missy. Frank smiled approvingly. However, I wasn't sure that he'd be so approving if he knew that his wife's panties were on the floor and I was fingering her pussy.
Lee restarted his conversation with Frank and I returned my attention to this great looking sixty-year-old sex maniac. I pushed my hand back up her thigh and found that she was fully waxed and smooth to the touch. I ran my middle finger along her pussy slit separating her lips. She leaned in to me and whispered a moan in my ear. She tensed up a bit when I slid my finger into her pussy and rubbed her in and out. She was already really wet. I moved my thumb to her hole and picked up some juices and then ran my thumb over her clit. She gasped.
I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "For all the fancy clothes and up-scale hairdo with not a single hair out of place, I think that's all on the outside. Inside, I think you're a sexy, horny little bitch that needs fucking hard."
"Yes," is all she said.
