Being a divorced 49 year old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a replacement to complete the term. He's a friend of my father and he asked me if I would be interested in filling the seat. I was honored and said yes without hesitation. I had no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to take the position. This is one of those days when that thought ran through my mind constantly.
Meanwhile, my love life is on hold. I'm pretty proud of my tits and ass, and my dark red hair makes me stand out in a crowd. I've come to realize though, that in my new found profession, men are afraid of me. The perception is that I am either a 'strong' woman and they are intimidated by that, or, they think I am a lesbian. I have needs and desires and at times I crave a man. All these dates with my vibrator are growing old.
It isn't that I don't have opportunities to meet men. It's just everyone that I meet is either looking for something from me professionally, or they have issues that could create a political firestorm for me. One guy I met was married. He told me his wife was dead; she wasn't. Another gentleman had multiple felony convictions that he, oops, forgot to mention. Then there was the man with whom I was set up on a blind a date by a mutual friend. I thought things were going in the right direction, deciding to have a second dinner together. We were seated in the restaurant and within two minutes he got right to the point. He was looking for some kind of support for his agenda and thought that I might be able to sponsor a bill on the House floor. I told him to get lost. I've come to the conclusion that dating for me is impossible.
About a month ago a committee meeting that I am vice chair ran long into the evening. Tallahassee is not a great place for a single woman. The one exception is if you are a 22 year old college coed at Florida State wearing a tight t-shirt showing off perky tits. It was too late to have dinner and too early to go back to my hotel room for the night. I was tense from a long day at the Capitol and just wanted to have a few cocktails and unwind. Buying a bottle of wine and sitting alone in my hotel room drinking just seemed so sad. I wanted to go out.
I left my car in the Capitol parking lot and decided to take an Uber. The last thing I need is to get arrested for drunk driving. I didn't want to go to one of the watering holes filled with lobbyists, aides, lawyers and wannabes. I entered my hotel address in the Uber app but really had no particular place in mind when my driver pulled up.
I got in and said, "I changed my mind on the destination. Do you know of a place where I can have a few drinks? Someplace that is fun and not filled with a bunch of suits?"
He smiled. "I know a great place, usually filled with friendly people and the bartenders pour a good drink."
"Perfect. Let's go"
We pulled up to a place on Tennessee Street called Bullwinkle's Saloon. "Everyone calls this place Bull's" the driver said.
I wasn't quite sure that this is what I had in mind but, I figured I'm here; I might as well have a cocktail. Chances are pretty good that I won't be running into anyone I know here. This place was near the FSU campus. I walked into a crowded college sports bar and I immediately realized that I was old enough to be everyone's mother. Well, the driver was gone and I was thirsty. I decided to sit at the bar.
The bartender came over to me and said, "My name is Mike. What can I get you?"
"I'll have a double Jack and Coke."
"Coming right up. So what brings you in here tonight? I don't remember seeing you in here before."
I gave him a warm smile. "I am in town on business. This is my first time here. My Uber driver suggested this place. I guess he looked at me through a magic rear-view mirror that made me look a little younger than I am."
He smiled back and said, "Well I'm glad he did. We don't get many MILF's in here. The first one's on me. Cheers!"
I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or flattered. I chose flattered. I laughed to myself. Why not, I thought. I was certain I was the hottest 49 year old in the building.
About an hour passed. Making small talk with Mike passed the time and I was glad I decided to not go back to the hotel. I was four doubles into the evening and I was getting numb. There was a basketball game on the TV above the bar that many people seemed to be focused on. At half time, a young man sitting at the bar watching the game turned and started talking with me.
"Are you in here with your daughter?" he said with a smirk.
"What are you, a wiseass?" I shot back.
He didn't expect that response and sheepishly replied, "No. I've never seen a MILF in here without her daughter. Sorry, I just made an assumption, obviously, a wrong one. Please, accept my apology. I'd love to buy your next round as a peace offering."
I thought to myself, 'Hmmm, seems like a polite young man.'
"This is the second time tonight that I was called a MILF. Yes, you can buy me a drink if you tell me what is so MILFY about me?"
He gave it some thought. "Well, I watched you when you came in and sat on the barstool. You have a nice rack and ass. Your skirt hiked up and your thighs are great. You're wearing thigh high stockings, the kind with lacy elastic at the top, not old lady pantyhose. That is very erotic and MILFY as you put it. What really made me notice you though was your auburn hair. I'm a little drunk and embarrassed telling you this but, I wondered 'does she have a red bush or does she shave it bald?' I also thought to myself that 'I would tap that'."
I could feel a tingle as he said that. I over-acted shocked. "Wow! Really? Well, I would probably let you. How do you like that?"
"I think you are full of shit. You don't look like the type of person that just goes off with a stranger for random sex. Hell, you don't even know my name," he shot back.
The Jack Daniels must really be taking over. "Your name doesn't matter. You're a hunk and according to you and Mike over there, I'm a Mom you'd both like to fuck. You both called me a MILF. So... let's go!"
The hunk didn't hesitate, "Finish your drink. We can go to my place. It is a short walk."
I called his bluff, then he called mine. I downed my drink. It was my fifth. I was feeling pretty drunk and I couldn't believe I was going to this guy's place. We started walking.
"Okay, you're about to have your way with a buzzed MILF. Could you at least let me know your name now?"
"Sure. My name is Adam." he said laughing. "I am a grad student at Florida State. I'm 24 years old from Port St. Lucie. And by-the-way, what makes me hunky?"
I was thrilled he wasn't from my district. I didn't have to worry about running into his parents at a fund raiser or town hall meeting.
Mimicking him, I said, "Well, when I walked in and sat down I noticed your blue eyes and blond hair. Then I glanced over and noticed that bulge in your pants and I thought, I wonder how big of a dick this kid has. I'd go down on that."
"So, I am about to let a buzzed MILF go down on me, right before I fuck your brains out. Don't you think I should know your name too?"
When he said that, I could feel my panties were drenched. "Mandy."