I was 22 and recently out of college. I was still living at home, and it was putting a crimp on my lifestyle, but I wasn't letting it destroy it completely. I went out to a local bar on Friday night to get out and see if I couldn't meet someone. It was your typical mix of people, and I spent a good part of the night striking out. It seems that I have the curse of the short guy - 5-6 just doesn't seem to be what the young ladies want. A few of my regular friends were there and I hung out with them until they all finally managed to wander out with a lady until it was just me. It was around 11:30 and I was thinking that I'd head home when I noticed a lady who seemed to be watching me.
Now I had been trying to hit on ladies around my age and this one definitely was not. She had to be in her late 50s and was past chubby and well into plump. Her glasses and greying hair also signaled that she was on the older end of the scale. Either she was here with her husband for a night out with the youth of the area or one of those barfly types. As I got closer to her I noticed that she had on a low cut top, a very short skirt and "fuck me" ankle boots. Definitely a barfly type looking for some action.
As I got next to her table she asked if I wanted a refill of my beer. Now I'm never been one to turn away free beer so I said yes and sat down next to her.
"I'm Marie," she said by way of introduction.
"I'm Paul. Nice to meet you Marie," I replied as I took another sip.
We made some general chitchat as we waited for the waitress to bring us another round. I wasn't surprised that I felt her foot running up and down my calf soon after we started talking. When I didn't move my leg or say anything, Marie smiled wider.
"Its a little loud in here don't you think?" she asked casually. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?"
"Where did you have in mind?" I replied equally casually.
"Well, my apartment isn't too far," she responded. I figured as much if she chose this bar to be her "hunting ground".
In fact, her apartment building was just 2 blocks away. We kissed in the elevator and I groped her big ass. I wasn't so drunk that I didn't know that she was old enough to be my grandmother and heavy enough to be both my mother and grandmother, but I was horny and a little tipsy and she was eager.
She lived on the 8th floor and we stumbled a bit as we played grab-ass down the hall. We got inside and kissed our way to the couch. I tasted her mouth, ears and neck as we continued to make out and when we came up for air, I asked her how many men she had picked up at the bar.
"Quite a few to be honest," she giggled.
"Whats the strangest thing a guy has asked you to do with him?"
"Well," she said after thinking for a minute, "I had one guy who was wearing ladies pantied under his jeans who wanted me to kick him in the nuts. He was a weird one."
"Well ok then - I don't think I'll be asking you to do that," I said and went back to kissing her.
We tugged each other's clothes off and let our hands roam over each other's bodies as we kept right on kissing. Her mouth was ravenous for mine. I had started to move down to suck on one of her large tits when the phone rang. To my surprise she pulled away and reached for the phone.
"Sorry honey, I have to take this. It's my friend Eileen."
I listened as she said hi to her friend and started talking. Feeling adventurous, I whispered in Marie's ear to keep on talking to Eileen as if I weren't there. She nodded and smiled at me. I knelt down on the floor and started kissing her feet. She looked surprised at first but then pushed her feet at me as she talked to her friend. Encouraged, I kissed all over the tops of her feet and worked my way down to her toes. I licked at them gently and started to suck the big toe of her right foot into my mouth.
She wiggled her plump toe in my mouth as I licked and sucked on it.
I was a weird scene with her carrying on a conversation with her friend while I worshipped her feet. I moved up to ask her what the call was about in a whisper in her ear. She covered the phone and said "She's gets all lonely at times and she's my oldest friend. We met in middle school."
"What's she like," I asked.
"She's part Irish and part Italian. My age with long hair that she dyes black."
"Lets be naughty, Marie. Start telling her EVERYTHING that we do."
