A funny thing happened Sunday afternoon. I was watching a truck race from last week on my computer when I got a text.
"Hi Greg, this is Jennifer! We met a while ago on a cruise and as I was visiting in town I thought I'd look you up." She had sent a picture of her body in a leopard print bikini with a bed in the background which had a bed spread also in leopard print. A navel piercing decorated her with a light chain with leaves dripping down . Yum.
Now, my name isn't Greg and nor have I been on a cruise...ever. But this young lady had my attention right off. She was visiting here in Oregon from Pennsylvania for a week and was feeling frisky. She was surprised that I wasn't who she thought I was but we started conversing anyway. As it turned out, she was 21 and was travelling before going back for her senior year at a California university.
She sent me another pic in another bikini, skimpier that the previous one. Wow! This pic showed the lower portion of her face. Nice lips, straight black hair just past her shoulders and a neck I'd like to nuzzle and tickle her with my mustache and goatee.
I had sent her a pic of myself and told her that I was quite a bit older than her. She replied that she thought I looked good and didn't mind my age. Also, she was looking for a bit of fun. Now, I have not been with anyone for about 5 years so my heart rate with right up and so did something else. I found out she was on the west side so I arranged to meet her at a tavern I knew there to meet in about an hour. She said she will look for me when she gets there.
I arrived there a bit early and even though I had not fully seen her face. I did not see anyone resembling her looking my way. As I was looking around I heard a chuckle behind me. A quick glance, a double take and finally turning around I saw a young woman who just took my breath away. She had snuck in behind me as I entered the tavern.
She was about 5'4" with a slender and small B breasts. She was wearing a floral sun dress with her hair up in a pony tail and her painted toenails peeking out from sandals. "Wow.' I said and she dimpled into a smile.
"I take it you like what you see?" she asked impishly
"I do indeed, Jennifer." I gazed at her for a moment more and then shook myself. "Where are my manners? Where would you like to sit?" We were here at a quiet time when the staff were not concerned about who sat where.
She led the way to a booth while I watched her backside sashay back and forth. I was starting to tent my shorts. As she slid into the booth she glanced down to see the tent in my shorts, then flashed a smile at me.
"Yes, you DO like what you see don't you." She teased.
Whoo Boy, what am I in for? I have not pursued a woman for more than 20 years so I felt quite disconcerted with the amount of lust that had risen in me and we hadn't even had more than a few words together yet.
We agreed that we didn't want to have a full meal so we split a surf-n-turf with a couple of ales and talked. She had come up to visit a friend who had taken ill and was not able to show her around like she had planned and was a bit at odds. I asked her what she was interested in and she said she was up for anything. She smirked at me as she placed her toes against my leg and slid them up and down.
I swear, my face flushed red immediately and her devilish grin confirmed it. My eyes dropped to her chest to see her nipples erect under the bodice. She was not wearing a bra. As I made eye contact with her again, she slid her foot up to touch my cock which was as hard as could be.
I sought to control the situation by grasping her foot and begin massaging it. She bit her lower lip as I applied pressure to her arch and her eyes lowered as massaged her. She gasped a bit as I stopped my ministrations. She was breathing heavier now and I told her that there was more of that later if she wished. Then I slid a hand up her leg to her calf and stroked down along her muscles and tendons back down to her ankle, then gently lowered her leg.
The food arrived about that time and the waitress came with our food. The waitress herself, Jean, was pretty good looking too. Maybe mid thirties with full hips, C cup breasts and a bit of a belly. Her auburn hair pulled back in a braid. She gave me an arched eyebrow as she asked us to have a nice meal.