Prime Time Pleasures: Solid Gold Party Favors
The number fifty (50) has long been associated with "gold" or "golden." For example, the fiftieth wedding anniversary is called the golden wedding anniversary, music from the 1950's is referred to as "golden oldies" and when people turn fifty, they are sometimes said to be in their "golden years." This story is about my encounter with a woman who had just reached that golden milestone and the ride she would give me that would rock my world and leave me begging for more.
Jenna was a hot sexy and vivacious 50 year old but looking at her you would never had thought she was in her 50's. By contrast, I would have put her just a few years older than myself, maybe 40 at the most.
Standing 5'8" with dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders, hazel green eyes, full red ruby lips a curvaceous hour glass figure, long luscious well toned dancer's legs weighing maybe 135-140 and measuring 38C-26-38, Jenna was a knock out and had the looks and body that any woman would kill to have and any man would sell their soul to explore intimately.
Jenna loved to party and loved to have a good time and wasn't above making it with any man who would ask her and/or with anyone who caught her eye. She worked hard as a Nurse Practitioner for a large Hospital Trauma Center and when shift was over she partied even harder.
The seemingly contradiction in this scenario was the fact that she was married but she wasn't going to let a little thing like that stand between her and carnal pleasures. The truth be known however, her marriage to her husband George was merely one of convenience now. Love had flown out the window years ago and her husband George had become too wrapped up in his work as a high powered executive to even care about trying to satisfy Jenna's womanly "needs."
As a result. Jenna felt free to do what ever she pleased as long as she was there to be a good "token" wife whenever circumstances would require George to need one, which in all actuality was maybe once a year.
As for myself, I was 34 at the time and was a very successful Sales and Product Support rep for a large Pharmaceutical company and had just been promoted to District Sales Manager, which meant less travel and an actual office to see clients in.
However, success in the business world was not all I had enjoyed, I benefited from it in my personal and intimate life as well. Physically speaking I was considered by most women to be fairly handsome and quite a hunk. At 5'11" with hazel green eyes, I weighed maybe 190 pounds and was fairly stocky and muscular, built almost like a wrestler. I also wore my dark brown hair fairly short(almost crew cut type) and it had that gel look.
Needless to say I could have any woman I wanted and usually did, however I went for the older ones those who were in their late 30's and early 40's. I found the younger women I came in contact with to be too "high maintenance," in that they only cared how you made them look and they were incredibly shallow and vain.
The older more mature ladies were more worldly and knew how to please a man, especially the married ones who liked to have fun. It was from them I had my best sex. They would be ladies in public but once you got them in the bed, they became some of the nastiest, sluttiest, and trashiest little whores you had ever seen.
For example the married 43 year old big tit executive lady named Brenda I scored with on a bi-weekly basis, after a good session of riding me cowgirl style loved to have me tit fuck her and spunk my load all over her tits and to warm up, she would give me a blow job and swallow my cum, not missing a drop.
Anyhow, it was early June when I encountered Jenna. I had been to a Luau a friend of mine had invited me to with his church group so I decided to go get some free food. It was okay and I even scored me a name or two of some sexy older women whose eyes I had caught.
After the party, it was kind of early so I figured I would go cruise the club scene and I didn't bother changing out of my short sleeve red Hawaiian Style shirt with tan colored leaves on it and my olive colored slacks and dock-sider shoes.
I stopped at one of my favorite clubs located on the ground floor of one of our nicer hotels. The club's name was "The Oasis" and by now the club was just beginning to get cranked up. I found a seat at the bar ordered a beer, lit a cigarette and just sat back and "people watched."
As I watched I saw a hot little blonde named Sandra in her early 40's who eye I had caught and she motioned for me to join her on the dance floor so I did. We danced for a while and she rubbed her hot little 5'6" 125 pound 34B-22-32 body up against mine and after a few songs took me by the hand and led me to her motor home she had parked in the lot.
Sandra and I spent the better part of an hour making hot sweet monkey love and after it was over she gave me her number and told me to call her. I went back into the club and she drove off to where ever it was she was from.
As I came back in and sat back at the bar, that is when I noticed Jenna. She was in the back part of the club with 5 girl friends and it seemed like they were having a good time celebrating. I would find out it was a birthday party and she was the birthday girl.
Jenna was wearing a smashing black outfit. It was what is referred to as a Promise Chain Halter Dress. It had a strap that went around the neck and open in the front exposing the inner 1/3 amounts of her breasts providing an ample view of her luscious breasts.
Located just under her bust line were two brass D-ring clips where the dress fastened together. The skirt part was very short and barely covered her ass by a couple of inches. From looking at the dress it was obvious Jenna wasn't wearing a bra and she was not ashamed of her body.
Just then, Brandi, one of the sexy blonde waitresses came up to me and said "The 6 lovely ladies over there in the corner would love the pleasure of your company, especially the birthday girl," and as she said that she pointed in the direction of Jenna and her party.
As I looked over there, Jenna waved and motioned with her finger to come over so I did. However, in a bar situation there is always some idiot who thinks you are talking to them when a girl points in the general direction and before I could get over their there he was. Jenna however just turned her back and as did the other girls. Letting the idiot know he wasn't the one.
As I came up Jenna saw me and to make sure the other guy got the idea that he wasn't welcomed said "Steve baby, I'm so glad you could make it," and she put her arms around me and planted a big wet passionate French kiss on me.
I must admit I was surprised but I didn't fight it and put my arms around her and pulled her into me, which was a gamble. I knew what Jenna was doing when she did what she did and thought that once she gave the other guy the idea he wasn't welcomed she would begin to fight my pulling her in but she didn't. To my surprise she rubbed her hot little body next to mine and grinded her crotch against mine.
After about a minute the guy was gone and Rachel one of Jenna's friends said "Okay guys he's gone you can cut the act out now,"
Jenna and I didn't care and continued to kiss and then we finally came up for air and Jenna said with a contented purr "Who's acting sweetie."
Jenna took me by the hand and led me to the table where they had been sitting and we talked as we got to know each other better. She asked me if I was from around here and what I did and then she said that she and her girl friends were here on a week long medical conference and since today had been the last day, they decided they would have one night of fun before they had to leave the following morning.
"I also hear that you are having a birthday" I said smiling at her as I lit a cigarette.
"Sure am doll," Jenna replied as I lit hers and she took a long puff and blew out the smoke. So how old would you figure I am," Jenna said as she sat up and seductively posed her body.
