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Finding a small gap at the bar, I squeezed my way in and ordered another beer. The fact that I didn't order a bottle of mass-produced domestic swill attracted the attention of the woman I had squeezed in next to and she asked me about the type of beer I had ordered. She was a very attractive older woman who, although she had aged quite well, must have been an absolute goddess in her younger days. She looked very Italian to me, with thick, dark hair and a slight olive tinge to her complexion. I managed to keep from tripping over my tongue as we started talking about good beer and, because she had a glass of red wine in front of her, good wine. I completely forgot about the friends I'd been hanging out with the longer I talked with this stunning older woman who must have been at least twice my age, though I was only in my early twenties at the time. I managed to teach her a little bit about good beer while she taught me a little bit about good wine, especially good Italian wine since both of her parents had been immigrants.
The conversation went so swimmingly that we eventually ended up leaving the bar together to go to her place for some of that good Italian wine. We caught a cab the short distance and, as she led me up the steps, I admired her ass wrapped in a short, tight skirt. The high heels didn't hurt the way her legs and ass looked either. I was glad she hadn't worn a low-cut top because I never would have been able to keep my eyes off her cleavage at the bar, though I did notice that her tits were quite substantial. Inside her apartment, she selected a bottle from the small wine rack on the top of her refrigerator while I continue to admire her ass. She had me open the bottle as she found a couple of wine glasses with broad bowls, pouring immediately as she explained that she didn't believe that letting the wine breathe would improve the flavor that much. Glasses in hand, she led me to her living room and we sat on the couch, chatting again as we sipped our wine, but eventually kissing and, after setting our glasses on the coffee table, making out.
My hand naturally ended up on her tits as I felt a lacy texture to her bra through her top as well as a couple of very stiff nipples. Her hand moved from my thigh up to massage the bulge in my pants until she finally said that she was going to suck my cock. I asked her if she would strip down to her lingerie first and blow me wearing only that. She was game and stood before me to strip down as I watched attentively. She peeled off her top to reveal her succulent breasts encased in an extremely sexy, lacy bra that revealed plenty of cleavage. While my eyes were glued to her tits, she reached back to unfasten and unzip her short skirt, then shimmied it over her hips, making her tits jiggle, and let it drop to her ankles. I was ready to blow a load in my pants as I admired a very fine, though by no means perfect, physique that would have made women half her age jealous. She graciously turned to show me that she was wearing thong panties, which looked outstanding on her ass.
Once she felt she'd modeled for long enough and that I was sufficiently impressed, she knelt between my legs and started to unfasten my belt. My attention was between her hands at work getting my pants opened up and her cleavage but hers was on the bulge in my briefs as she got my pants open. She ran her hand over it before grasping the waistband of my briefs as I raised my ass up off the couch. My pants and briefs were quickly at my ankles and my cock standing straight up as she worked my pants and briefs completely off. That done, she grasped my cock in one hand and ran her tongue up the shaft and around the head several times before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as she slid her hot mouth down my tool, then back up again, pausing briefly before she started to suck my cock in earnest. I just watched, running my fingers lightly through her long hair, as my cock disappeared between her lips repeatedly.
She was pumping the base of my shaft as she was sucking and would pump the full shaft when she paused to lick my balls. I had been completely worked up before she'd even undressed, so I was feeling an intense orgasm beginning to build from the moment she first slipped my cock into her mouth. She was definitely talented, probably more so than anyone I'd ever experienced up to that point in my life, and was able to prolong my pleasure much longer than I ever would have thought possible given my state of arousal. She also appeared to be enjoying having my cock in her mouth as much as I enjoyed having her mouth on my cock. When my cock wasn't in her mouth, she was breathing as hard as I was, as if she was building toward her own climax.
She seemed to know when I was at the point where I desperately needed to blow my load and that she should stop trying to draw out my climax. She changed her technique enough to allow my orgasm to build up, my cock swelling even more, until I exploded with a moan of pleasure into her hot mouth. She continued sucking, swallowing every drop of my cum, until I was completely spent, then continued to gently nurse my tool until it started to soften. She let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me, smiling, and actually thanked me. I told her that she was the one who had earned the thanks and that I wanted to show my appreciation by returning the favor. She didn't argue and downed the rest of her wine as we swapped places.
