Being in my early 50's, and widowed for only two years, has placed me back into the bar & dating scene. As I had been married for over 20 years, everything is new to me. I find myself being very attracted to the younger ladies, because those of my age a very few and far between.
One bar that I visit on Fridays, is called Jimmy's Place and is basically karoke from 8 to closing. I went there with a friend who was in a contest and the prize was $1,500. Having said that, we placed our order with the cutest barmaid I had ever laid my eyes on. Her name was Betty, short, long brown hair, brown hair, and a beautiful body. Her smile was what first got my attention, but looking her over, I noticed that her jeans fit that body like a glove. Her T-shirt fit tight across her perky tits, and you could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking against the material and I could not help but get my eyeful before we ordered. She walked over to the bar to place our order and the sight of that ass in those pants gave me an erection, which I did my best to hide when she returned to the table with our drinks. God that girl was sweet, but she was just around 29 and I knew she'd never fall for a guy my age.
I could not keep my eyes off of the girl. My eyes followed her all over the bar. My buddy kept looking at me and when he realized what I was doing he laughed at me and told me to go for it, all she could do is tell me no.
When she came back to our table, I started to talk to her and find out a little and told her that I was interested in talking more with her, when she had the opportunity to stop for a while. The bar was filling up and she began to get a lot busier for the rest of the night.
Not having the chance to get to talk to her frustrated me, until I met the shooter girl, Misty. Misty is completely opposite of Betty, Blond, Blue eyes, about 5'7", and thin. Her tits had to be at least a 36C, being held back by this halter top that wasn't doing a very good job.
Misty came up to the table from behind me and I only heard a voice say, "Hey boy's, want a shooter".
I turned to see who was talking and knew there was a God, and he was lavishing me with beautiful women tonight. My voice got stuck in my throat and my buddy asked her what she had.
"Right now I’ve got Buttery Nipples, Purple Hooters and Alabama Slammers", she said.
I looked into her eyes and told her "I can wipe your nipples clean and sooth the purple hooters, if you let me".
With that she set her tray on the table and reached under her halter and lifted it up to bring out the most perfect set of titties I had ever seen. "Do they look as if they need anything?", she asked.
As I mentioned, the dating and bar scene have changed in 20 years, and I just stared at her tits as long as she held up the halter top. She knew right then and there that I was hers to do with as she may see fit.
My buddy ordered a Purple Hooter, so I got one myself and while this was going on, she bounce and made sure her tits were moving all the time. I paid and told her to come back soon.
Ten minutes later, one of the singers was sing a slow song and Misty came over to the table and place her tray down and looked at me and said, "Dance with me". I got up and held her in my arms as she pressed herself close to my body. She whispered in my ear, "Are you getting hard yet?"
"God yes girl, your tits are pushing into my chest and your pussy would be filled with my cock, if we didn't have clothes between us", I said.
"Good, I like a hard cock pressing into me, and I kinda knew you'd help me out in that", Misty said.
I said, "How can someone hold you in their arms and not feel this way. I have never held anyone like you in my life, only in my dreams did I have a girl as beautiful as you, and since my wife died, that has almost been a nightly thing."
We talked more during the dance and even if she pulled her upper body away to look me while she said something, her pussy never stopped rubbing against my cock. As the dance ended, I walked her back to the table and she took her tray and said, "I'll be back for more dances", then turned and walked off.
I immediately got up and excused myself and made my way to the restroom. Finding an empty stall I went in, lowered my pants, sat down and started to relieve my aching cock of it's rigidity. It didn't take long before my cock was spewing cum up in the air and onto my lap. I kept cumming and cumming, as if I was a teenager who just peeked at his first pussy. Cleaning myself up, I returned to the table and downed a bottle of beer in about two minutes.
Betty looked over at me and I raised the bottle and she acknowledged that she'd bring me one. When she came to the table, she stood between my legs and one hand was on the bottle, while her other hand was on my thigh and moving up as she reached across the table to gather the empties. She leaned closer to my ear and said, "I watched you dance with Misty, and I’m jealous."
"I'd love to dance with you, but you seem awful busy. When you have the chance, break away and we'll dance"