A Man Walks Into A Bar 1

Author's note: This story is an entrant into the

750 Word Project 2025

. As most everyone knows, it's difficult to write any story in 750- words. This one included. It seems every story has too much to say, and 750- words just isn't enough. But in this instance, I took a different approach. I took a version of an old joke and made it into a story. Some may have heard the joke before, but many may have not. Either way, I think it lent itself to a nice re-telling as a 750- word story. I hope you enjoy it, vote at the end, and comment as you feel appropriate. Below this introduction is precisely 750- words.

A man walks into a bar. Actually, in this case, it's a hotel restaurant. I'm the man. My name is Walter Pryszbilinski, a 34-year-old construction manager. I'm single, straight, white, bordering on middle-aged, and spend way too much time on the road.

Being married would be impossible as I travel approximately nine months of every year. Eventually, I want a relationship, but I don't want to start one with failure as an inevitability. So, I travel, I work, and I wait until such a time when I can prioritize being at home with a wife and children.

Now, with introductions out of the way, let me tell you about my dinner date last night. I was in Newark NJ. My team had just completed phase 1 of a project at the Port of Newark NJ, assembling a large container handling system. I am flying home to Portsmouth NH, out of Newark Liberty Airport, tomorrow morning at 7am. I have not been home for 6- weeks and am very excited to be leaving Newark for the beautiful White mountains. It's still cold, there's snow on the ground, and winter activities are all available. I love New Hampshire.

I am standing on-line at the hotel bar/restaurant, behind a very attractive woman. We chit-chat a bit, I introduce myself, and she does the same. I complement her dress, and she questions the origin of my Harsh New England accent. She comments that she loves New Hampshire, was raised in Boston, but now lives in Florida. The hostess then looks at her, she raises a single finger identifying her request for a table for 1. Then rudely, the hostess says to her, wait a minute, I'll be right back, leaving my new friend a little flummoxed.

After stewing for a moment, she mutters half to me, half to herself, "I hate eating alone."

So, as the hostess returned to her stand, clearly preoccupied with something else, I intruded into her train of thought, and said, "make that a table for two, shall we follow you?"

She gave me a completely perplexed look, then responded, "yes sir, please follow me." I grabbed my new friend by the elbow as if we were on a date, and we casually followed the hostess across the floor, to an awaiting table. After sitting down, my new friend looked at me, smiled, and said, "nice move, Walter." Being assertive isn't always my style, but it worked perfectly tonight, so I smiled and accepted the compliment.

My date explained that she had attended a trade show in New York City the past few days and was flying back to Florida tomorrow morning as well. Her name was Lisa, and like me, she was hoping to have a couple drinks to unwind before bed. We had a wonderful evening, eating, drinking and laughing about the lunacy of the world. Truly nice. As we were sipping coffee, Lisa whispered to me, "Walter, have you ever had sex with a mother and her daughter at the same time?"

I looked at her for a moment before responding, "are you inviting?"

She starred back at me, nodding her head, mouthing the words, "yes."

After a short moment of contemplation, I asked, "how old is your, ah?" before being cut-off.

"SSSHHHH," Lisa whispered. "She's of legal age, I promise. If you have any questions when we get upstairs, I'll show you her driver's license and passport."

"OK then. Let's do it," I happily agreed.

Following Lisa out of the restaurant, I made a better study of her features. She was about 55- years old, lovely brunette, probably 5-6", 130 lbs., with perfect navel orange sized tits. She was wearing a navy-blue dress, form fitting, hemmed mid-thigh, with nice matching blue heels. Subdued, but very elegant.

In the elevator, we kissed, she rubbed my cock, as I stroked both of her ass cheeks. I followed that sweet ass down the hall, with a full hard-on at the ready. She swiped her key, we got the beep, and we both entered the dark room. When the door shut, Lisa turned on the lights to the reality of an old lady standing by the window, in a little black dress, high heels, cocktail in hand, gazing at the New York City skyline in the distance.

"Walter, meet my mother. Mom, meet Walter. He's gonna' fuck out brains out tonight. After getting over the surprise, I did just that. Lisa was nice, but mom was insatiable! A great memory!