The story you are about to read is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. My name is Neil Jamison. Actually Neil Frederick Jamison, a much more impressive name than the person who goes with it. At the time this story was written I was 5'8", had brownish red hair with sun bleached highlights down to my shoulder blades. I was working construction with my uncle (outside work mostly). I weighed 220 (mostly muscle) and had a cock that was 63/4" long and from what I had been told, very thick. And a love of eating pussy. At the time of this writing, the height and cock are still the same. Oh and the eating pussy.
34 years ago when I was young dumb and full of cum, 21 years old, I used to hang out with some older ladies at the bar and eat together with them after the bars closed. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. There were 4 of them. Joyce, Katherine, Dorthy, and Janice. 45 years old, they had graduated high school together and were all attractive. Women I desperately wanted to date. I'd pick up the check half the time. I'd take them out to eat, but what I really wanted was to eat them out. But I didn't think they would have appreciated being told that.
They would dance with me at the bar, they'd sit with me (or allow me to sit with them) in the restaurant after the bar closed. But when it was time to go home to bed, they'd turn me down. I was 'just a kid', 'younger than their kids' or 'just a baby'.
After 4 months of sitting with them Thursday, Friday & Saturday night finally decided that I was going to make Dorthy mine. Katherine, Joyce and Janice had hooked up with some guy a few times, but never Dorthy. I had even turned down a couple of offers from other women because I really wanted one of them.
She was the district manager for a chain of convenience stores and manager of her home store. So one Wednesday I sent her a rose🌹 at work. She always worked 3-10 Monday thru Friday. A single rose in a bud vase. The card said "One rose for One Beautiful Lady". The card was signed "An Admirer"
When I went in the store that night, I commented on the flower and she said it was sent to her. I said somebody must want you and she scoffed. But when I started to check out and leave they had candy bars on special "Buy one get one for a Dime" I asked her to pick what she liked and I'd buy 2 and I'd take the cheaper one.
Thursday I sent another rose. And another message. "The beauty of a rose can never match the beauty of you" When questioned about that one she laughed. And I bought her another candy bar. she came straight to the bar after getting off work and we danced a couple of times. Nothing was mentioned about the flowers she was getting when we met at the diner after the bar closed.
Friday brought another rose and another message. "Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand ships, Yours definitely floats my boat"
When questioned about the rose that night, she may have blushed just a bit.
Saturday night she was dressed nicer than she normally did. I don't know if she was hoping for a secret admirer to announce themself or maybe it was just a coincidence.
I mentioned the flowers when we were sitting together eating after the bar closed. She hadn't mentioned them Thursday or Friday nights and neither had I. The girls interrogated her about them. They made suggestions of who it could be, speculated on what the admirer could want and talked about who they hoped it could be. (I never made the lists, even when I suggested it could be me.) I paid for our food and then went home alone and so did they.
The following week, Monday brought another rose, as did Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. And every night I stopped in the store and bought her a candy bar.
Thursday night when we all met up the girls even noticed Dorthy was wearing makeup and she'd painted her nails. And the conversations got weird.
Joyce said if someone sent her 7 roses and nice messages they could do anything they wanted with her. That "Heck, 6 carnations and a snickers bar" would get her naked and ready.
Katherine pointed out the Joyce let a guy fuck her in the ass because he bought her a happy meal. (Evidently she really wanted the toy.)
What would Dorthy let her mysterious admirer do? What would she do for him? Straight sex? Oral? Anal? Threesome? What if it's another woman?
Friday brought yet another rose, another complimentary message and a visit from Aunt Flo. So straight sex is off the table, unless he's some freak that likes swimming in the Red Sea. I said if it were me, I'd even go snorkeling.
Dorthy was offering very little to the discussions, mainly just agreeing to whatever the others said. Anal was maybe acceptable unless he had a monster cock. Oral was definitely going to happen, although the jury was split 50/50. Dorthy and Katherine said they wouldn't let him him in their mouth, Joyce and Janice said they'd spit.
Saturday night Dorthy didn't dance with me as much as usual, begging off because of cramps "you know" but she encouraged me to dance with the others instead of talking to her.
