Spur Of The Moment.
Me? Ok, I'm 37 years old, 5'8" tall, weigh 128 pounds with dark blonde highlighted off the shoulder wavy hair. I look after myself, I'm slim, have great legs and the only thing that bounces when I jump up and down are my pert 34B boobs. I'm also pretty, a nice mouth, little nose and brown eyes.
A few months ago I had an awakening, oh I see you're raising your eyebrows and smiling so you probably want to know more? Ok, just so you know, I planned nothing, and I regret nothing and what I did was dirty slutty fun and I won't be judged by you.
I've been married around 8 years and have a five and three year old, a reasonable sex life with my husband who I adore. I work on the periphery of education, four days a week which fits in with my lifestyle.
I'm getting to it so just be a little patient.
Tuesday night I was out on my own at a works dinner. Nothing special but it's a regular get together because in my job my colleagues all work in different schools and we rarely see each other except during training sessions.
It was only a dinner, so afterwards I found myself outside the taxi office in Bold Street. There was a small queue, I waited patiently for my turn and after around ten minutes a car turned up and I got in. A black VW Passat estate car. I checked my watch, 10:47pm. Had I been drinking? I'll answer that, yes, and though I'm not a big drinker I had a cocktail, a Red Russian and probably around 4-5 glasses of wine. Can't be sure about the wine as it was topped up continually. For goodness sake it was an evening out so stop looking at me like that!
I was relaxed and a little tipsy though.
The taxi driver asked me why I was going home so early and I replied that I wished I wasn't. He paid me quite a few compliments which was nice. He said it was a slow night and if I didn't want to go home straight away he'd have offered to take me for drink at The Oak, a pub not far from me and on the route home. The Oak has a reputation, bit of a rough pub on the edge of two council estates, it wouldn't have be my first choice of places to go. I laughed at his suggestion then surprised myself moments later and said yes.
He parked outside, we got out of the car and went inside. It's a traditional drinking pub, a little rundown with a U-shaped bar chipped and worn, split between two rooms. There were three people still drinking at the bar and it was closing time. The taxi driver knew the Landlord, a bald fat 50 something with tattoos on his arms and 'love hate' on his knuckles. They knew each other well enough that it wasn't a problem to get a drink after closing time. The curtains had been closed and the door was locked after we arrived. They call it a Lock In when they serve people outside of normal hours.
Why did I go to the pub with him? You're asking why? Spur of the moment, rush of blood to the head who knows, I agreed to go for a drink, read into it what you will.
The three others sitting at the bar were drinking their pints. One was tall and gaunt with a thin face and untidy greasy dark hair wearing an adidas tracksuit. The second was short, a round face and he had jeans and a black leather jacket. The third was a similar build to the Landlord, fat but had long greyish hair, he had mismatched tracksuit bottoms and a top and a grey Berghaus fleece on top. They were chatting away with the Landlord and every now and again looked over at me on the alcove seats that ran along the wall. The seats were covered in red fake easy wipe to clean leather. They were all around the same age, I'm not great with guessing ages but maybe late forties or early fifties?
I nipped to the toilet before I sat down.
The taxi driver brought over my drink, a Gin and Tonic, we chatted for a little while and I was probably on my third drink when he put his hand on my knee.
What was I wearing? I wondered when you would ask.
I'd taken my jacket off. I was wearing a fitted above the knee dress, zip on the side, like a little black dress only it was dark grey, shoes and of course and underwear. No nothing fancy just a mismatched white bra and blue polka dot bikini mid rise knickers. I had bare legs.
I was a getting just a little drunk after two or three strong gin and tonics, as I said, he put his hand on my knee and it was like an electric shock to my system, I felt so horny, I mean really turned on because I was doing something I shouldn't. I was being very naughty and that's daring and makes my pulse race. When I think back, he wasn't good looking, average, short mousy hair, shorter than me with a dark t-shirt and jeans and slightly overweight, not my type. Yet there I was suddenly turned on and my bits were tingling.
We sat side by side, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushed into my mouth and his hand slid under my dress down the inside of my thigh. I responded by kissing him back, then parted my legs as an invitation to him. His fingers stroked their way up my inner thigh, pushed my knickers to one side and found that I was warm and very moist. At least two of his fingers probed deep inside me and I pushed against them until they were fully inside me.
I had my hands on the bulge in his trousers feeling his cock growing under the material of his trousers. My fingers unbuckled his belt, undid the top button on his jeans and pulled open the zip. His cock popped out and I ran my hands over his shaft, long and thick.
