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"
"Good, I’d like that, as she cupped my crotch and then turned to walk away," leaving me with the start of another hard on.
I looked over to my buddy and just shrugged my shoulders and continued to suck down the beer Betty gave me.
I have to mention this, as I said I’m in my early fifty's, stand 5'9", and come in at 200lbs., which little heavy for my liking, but it's what I’m stuck with right now. My hair is mostly dark brown, with gray (not much), and is shoulder length. I dress strictly in black, in memory of my wife and the death of my Grandson as a baby. The style is western and I’ve been asked on more than one occasion if I rode a bike. I lifted weights for a long time when I was younger, and still held most of the physic that I had, except for a bigger stomach than I like. So, I don't think that I’m a bad looking guy, just older than most on the dating scene these days.
As I was drinking my beer, I caught Misty at a table across the room. She was leaning over talking to another woman and I noticed that she was pointing over towards our table while she talked. The woman she was talking to was dressed in black tight leather jeans, and a loose blouse, but it wasn't hard to tell that her breast were bigger than Misty's. Misty walked away from that table and I followed her with my eyes, as she walked over and started talking to Betty. At least they were friends with one another. They talked for a short time then continued with their work.
More people filed in and the girls were getting lost amongst the crowd. Another slow song came on and I was hoping that either Betty or Misty would come to the table. That is when I noticed the woman that Misty had talked to, rise from her table and walk over and asked me if I’d dance with her. Being a gentleman, I accepted.
As I put my arms around her waist, I told her my name and she said hers was Leanne. I asked her why she chose me out of everyone in this place to dance with, being as how they are much younger than me.
Leanne said, "Misty and I are very good friends, and she told me that although she had just met you tonight, that she really liked you, so I wanted to she what she saw in you". As she talked, she pressed her lower body into my crotch and as she was shorter than me, I looked down at her and my eyes beheld two beautiful tits that were not being covered very much. "Those are very beautiful", no restraints to hold them up and her nipples were erect, I said.
"Yes they are, and they love to be held and cuddled", as she pushed her inner arms together to expose more of those lovely tits.
"Anytime you feel the urge to have them held or coddled, I’d be glad to help out"
"Misty said you were nice" and then she lead me off the dance floor, towards the back of the bar and I noticed there was only two doors in this hall. One marked Mens, the other Women. She told me to wait in the hall as she went into the womens room and then poked her head out and motioned for me to come in.
As I went in, she grabbed my hand and we went into one of the stalls. I was huge, must of been for the handicapped. She lifted her blouse over her head and her breast were free of any confinement. She told me to sit on the commode as she straddled me and shoved her right tit into my mouth. I suckled her tit and stretched her nipple with my mouth as I raised my hand to cup the other one. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and it was hard as a bullet in no time. I continued to suck her tit, then switched my mouth to the other and my hand too.