I walked into the bar, tired and wore out from a long week at work. I wasn't in the mood to see anyone or even talk to anyone, just swallow a few stiff drinks and then head home to pass out. Work was still calling my name and that meant no rest because I had to be at the office through the weekend.
I turned plenty of heads as I walked into the dimly lit room wearing a black pencil skirt that hugged my round ass and shapely hips. My legs looked phenomenal wearing the four inch heels and my white button up blouse was tight, hugging my large tits, a few buttons undone to let them breathe after a long and grueling day. I let my black hair down, the curls cascading over my back and shoulders, just long enough to tickle my ass when I was naked.
The bar was fairly empty, a few older gentleman sitting around it drowning their sorrows in a glass of beer. There was a table off in the corner that held a few young rowdy guys, obviously there to watch the UFC match. I didn't look at anyone as I took a stool at the bar, away from everyone and pushed back into the corner.
I ordered my beer and began scrolling through the work emails on my phone. few of the older men approached me, offering to buy a drink for me or asking if I had anyone joining me so that they could. I brushed them all off, too weak and timid for me. I wanted someone who would take what he wanted, to be in control and would make me beg to get fucked.
The crowd of boys in the corner grew louder as their favorite fighter took the cage. I glanced over there to see a young man I knew several years back. He was a friend of my son's when we lived in a different neighborhood. He was cute as a teenager but had grown into a very handsome young man. I was old enough to be his mother so I didn't bother waving or saying anything to him, leaving him to be with his young friends and enjoy his evening.
Someone from his group came up to the bar, a few spaces away from me to get a refill on their beer. I looked over to catch him staring at my cleavage. I didn't blame him, I would stare too. My tits are amazing and they begged for attention when I wasn't forced to dress demurely for work. I let out a soft chuckle, my globes bouncing against the white shirt. He gave me a wink and took the pitcher of beer back to the table of guys. I didn't have to look after him to know that he was telling the guys about the great rack sitting at the bar.
A few minutes later and Ron was next to me.
"Long time no see!" He said as he took the stool next to me.
"Indeed. How are you doing?" I asked, looking up at the television.
"Great, I have been great. I have a daughter now."
"Wow! You are way too young to be having kids!" I was only teasing him, I knew that he was over 21 and I was no fool, having kids myself, that they start out at an earlier age now. It kinda saddened me to think i was now old enough to be a grandma.
"I may be young but I know how to fuck." He then gave me a wink and leaned into me. I wasn't sure where he was going with this and I wasn't sure where I wanted to take it. He was very handsome, enough so that my panties grew wet as I looked at him. I was curious to see how he was in bed but my mind kept telling me, over and over again, that he was just a boy. I knew I could handle him but I wondered if he was like most boys, hit it and quit it without worrying about whether the girl got off too. As if he was reading my mind he added, "I would rock your world and have you begging for more."
I looked over at him, my left hand moving under the bar to rest on his thigh as I turned a little to face him. My shirt had opened a little wider, my white lace bra visible for him to check out. I leaned in a whispered, "then by all means, make me beg."
He was off of the stool in a flash, telling his friends he was outta there and taking my hand to pull me out of the bar. He jumped into his truck and I into my car, following him out of the parking lot and asking myself what in the hell I was doing. I should turn around, go home and get into bed. This kid was young but oh the things I could do to him.
We pulled into the parking lot of his apartments and he came over to my car, opening my door and holding his hand out to help me. I followed him up the stairs as we chatted about things, catching up on the past 8 years since I saw him last. I was beginning to wonder if he was having second thoughts since he hadn't touched me or anything.
All of that changed as soon as his front door closed. He pushed me against the door, his leg kicking my feet apart and his hands grabbing my thighs, sliding up and pulling my skirt along with them. His lips pressed against mine and my heart began racing. He pressed his hard cock against me and I groaned softly, my pussy aching to feel it inside. I slid a hand up his shirt and felt his chest, lightly raking my nails over his skin.
He slid a hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing hard against my pussy, my panties soaked in my own juices.
