I have been out on my own now for over six months. Since the last time I wrote, my neighbor from across the way has moved. He sure was entertaining for a few weekends. But I did not always use my voyeurism for sexual pleasure.
I did have a few of the single women that I know over for sex and one woman over more than once. Then she decided that she would leave a few things at my place. However, each time she left her things, I would find her the next day or so and give them back. She got the message after the third time.
Nearby my apartment complex is a shopping center that includes a grocery store, a small Chinese restaurant, a sandwich chain shop, and a coffee shop that I normally go to in the mornings. Across the main road is a small bar, but I never had any inclination to check it out. A few times I would see older couples enter it.
One work week, I was assigned with an older technician, around twenty years older than myself, to take on a project that would last for a few weeks. I did not know the man very well, as we met casually, but worked in different areas or projects. We met up on the first day and went over what was needed, then began working. At lunch, we rode together to a hamburger joint and he asked me about myself. So, I told him some things, where I was living and such. He asked if I had ever been to that small bar by the shopping center. I laughed and told him that I would most likely be out of place in there, due to my age. He laughed and said that I should check it out.
The week went by fast and my co-worker never brought up the bar since that one conversation. So, that Friday night, I drove past it as I usually do when going out on the town to see friends. The bar had a couple of cars in the parking lot and I figured that it probably was a few of the locals around or worse.
Later that night, my luck was not on regarding female companionship, so I went home. As I passed by the little bar, I noticed there were only two cars in the parking lot. I figured one was the bartender and the other belonged to some old guy who was either lonely or did not want to go home.
At my apartment, I undressed for bed, looked across the way at my former neighbor’s dark window and thought to myself, ‘No sex show and no sex tonight. What a bummer.’
When Monday came around, my co-worker asked if I hit that bar. I told him no because I went to see my friends at our usual spot. He smiled, shook his head and went on to work.
The next day, he asked if I ever went to bars or clubs during weeknights. I told him no, because I did not want to go to work with a hangover or sick. He patted me on my shoulder and said to hit that bar tonight. I asked him why and he just smiled and told me to go see for myself.
My curiosity piqued, I decided to give it a shot. After work, I stopped by the Chinese food place and got me some chicken lo-mein and fried rice. As I was leaving the parking lot, I checked out the bar’s parking lot. There was only one car there. ‘Some big-time bar,’ I thought to myself as I pulled away to go home.
After eating, I took a shower and began to wonder what my co-worker told me and what happened in that bar on Tuesday nights. As I prepared for the usual work night at home, my curiosity got the better of me. So, I put on some jeans and a pullover shirt and drove to the bar.
There were five cars in the lot, so I pulled in and parked. I sat in my car for a minute, trying to decide if I should go inside. I figured, what the heck, one beer then I leave.
There was some music playing from a jukebox when I entered. The room was dark, like a usual small barroom is, with red and white beer advertisement signs on the walls. The bar was a bit brighter with an elderly man tending it. Seated at the bar were a man and a woman who appeared to be around my parents’ age, talking to the bartender. That took care of two cars, I thought as I approached to bar.
Off to one side was another couple, sitting and chatting at a table. I did not pay much attention to them and the bartender asked if I wanted something. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar a few barstools down from the elderly couple. The bartender handed me my beer and I paid him as I was looking around to see who else was inside. All I saw were the four people and the bartender. Five cars, five people, I thought as I sipped my beer. Interesting. Well, I surmised that perhaps these couples were not married or perhaps the couple at the table were lovers and maybe cheating on their spouses.
The elderly couple next to me rose from their stools and the man paid the bartender. The lady looked over at me and smiled then left with the man. She appeared to be in her fifties or close to sixty, I thought. She was attractive, for sure, but a bit out of my league.
“So, I have never seen you in here before,” the bartender startled me as I watched the couple leave.
“No” I replied. “I live down the street and decided to stop by for a beer before calling it a day.”
The bartender smiled and said, “You’re a bit early tonight. Stick around some.” And he asked if I would like another beer. Puzzled, I agreed and waited around to see what was going to happen.
A few minutes later, two women entered. Both were brunettes, wearing jeans and multicolored and low-cut blouses that showed some attractive cleavage and heeled sandals on their feet. They approached the bar next to where I was seated.
When the one closest to me made eye contact, I smiled and said hello. She did not reply but looked away and ordered herself and her friend drinks. Her perfume was a bit strong, I noticed. She appeared to be in her late thirties or maybe forties as her friend looked about the same age.
I did not want to have another beer and I was halfway finished with my second one. So, I pretended to sip at it, to make the evening last a bit longer and see where my luck lay.
The two women began talking and the one next to me said something about how some son of a bastard – her words – fucked her over. She was not pleasant about her mood, I surmised, and I figured I might piss her off worse if I started to converse with them.
I decided to finish off my beer and call it a night. As I stood and put my empty can on the bar, the other woman looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, “See ya.” As I walked out, the couple at the table got up to leave also. I arrived at the door ahead of them and held it open for them. They thanked me and walked to their cars, which happened to be parked next to mine.
The man escorted the lady to her car door, and they kissed for a brief moment. As I was unlocking my door, the woman said, “I need more time, but next week my husband is going out of town for a week. We can meet next Tuesday night.” As I drove away, I thought ‘Yep, I was right. A watering hole for the lonely and the cheaters.’
The next day, I told my co-worker about the bar. He asked how long I stayed, and I told him I stayed until about nine. He laughed and said that I left too early. “Get there around fifteen or twenty minutes after nine,” and he walked off. Before he got too far from me, he turned around and said, “Go back tonight.”
Now, I stood there as he walked off, thinking, what is he talking about?
Yes, I went to the bar, just as my co-worker instructed. This time there were a few more cars in the parking lot than the night before. ‘Must be the highlight of the week,’ I thought to myself as I entered.
I walked to the bar and the bartender smiled. “I see you returned. Another beer?”
“Sure,” I replied.
He reached in the cooler in front of me and handed me a cold one. “Stick around, you might like it,” he smiled as he took the cash.
As I sipped my beer, I noticed there were two couples sitting at one table and two older women sitting at another. I figured that they would make up for at least four of the cars parked outside. I took another sip of my beer and turned back to face the bar and sit down.
Just as I got situated at the bar, a female voice spoke up from behind me. “You said that you would see me. Or rather, your exact words were ‘see ya’.” I turned around, and yes, it was the woman from the night before.
“Yes, I did say that.”
“Mind if I sit here beside you?”
“Sure, have a seat,” I replied.
She stood about five feet seven, brunette hair slightly curled that reached her shoulders. She wore deep red lipstick, dark mascara and her white satin blouse was buttoned just at her cleavage with no bra underneath, along with a medium-high dark skirt. I tried not to stare or make it too obvious. She ordered herself a drink and turned back to me.
“I’m Cynthia,” she smiled.
“I’m Austin, nice to meet you.”
“So, I haven’t seen you here before last night. Are you new around here?” She asked as she received her drink.
“I am new to the area, in a sense.”
“Oh? What sense do you mean?” she replied.
“I moved in nearby about six months ago.”
“So, where are you from?” I told her the town I lived in as she took another sip from her drink. “I never been there,” she replied. “So, how do you like it here?” She asked.
“It is a bit different from home. But I like it so far,” I said.
We chatted for a few more minutes, then she finished her drink. “Austin, last night my friend was a bit rude. Her husband had been cheating on her for several years and she knew about it, but never brought it up.”
“That is kind of messed up,” I replied.
“They never really should have gotten married, but they did, and it did not take long for him to stray. About a year, I think.”
“Damn,” was all I could muster.
Cynthia continued, “My friend found out about it, as I mentioned and over the weekend, she finally confronted him. He denied it, naturally.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” I muttered.
“Anyway,” Cynthia continued, “I just wanted you to know.”
“It is not much of a big deal to me. I did not want to make her any more upset than she already was.”
The bartender came over and asked if either of us wanted another drink. Cynthia declined, so I did the same. “You said that you live nearby, right?” Cynthia asked as the bartender walked away.
“Yes, I do,” I answered, a bit caught off guard.
“Come, let’s leave,” she said as she grabbed her purse and stood.
She led me out to the parking lot and said that she would follow me to my place. I started thinking that I had never been this lucky before. In fact, I got a bit nervous.
We got to my place and barely inside when Cynthia turned and met me with a deep kiss as I closed the door. She started to pull my shirt over my head as I held onto her hips. Then she dropped down and unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped my fly. She reached into my underwear and was greeted by my now hard cock.
I saw her smile as she lightly stroked it with her hand, then kissed my swollen head. I started to flinch as she licked the pre-cum just before she started to suck on it. I looked down and watched as she took me deeper and even buried her nose in my pubic hair. A few more times she deep throated my cock, then she stood up and removed her blouse. “A stain on this blouse would not be good,” she smiled as her near-perfect 36C breasts finally exposed themselves fully naked to my hungry eyes. She reached behind herself and unbuttoned her black skirt as I watched.
To my surprise, Cynthia was not wearing any thongs or panties. She had no pubic hair I noticed, and then I looked back up to see that she was smiling. “Do you like my bare pussy?” I could not answer fast enough. She gently took my cock in her hand and said, “I assume the bed is this way,” and led me toward my bedroom. She stopped at the bathroom entrance, then told me to grab an extra towel.
As I reached for another towel, Cynthia started the shower, tested the temperature and stepped inside the cascading water. “Come in,” she motioned with her index finger. She greeted me with some more deep kisses while stroking my hard cock. She reached for the bar of soap and began to lather my chest, stomach, and of course my cock. Then she lathered my back and ass. “You have a nice round ass,” Cynthia said as she squeezed my cheeks.
Then Cynthia turned me into the shower and as I was rinsing off, she handed me the soap. Naturally, I began with her beautiful breasts. Could not help myself. She flinched as I started to work my way down her belly. “Ticklish?”
“Yes”
“I like that,” I replied.
“You will like what I have in mind for you. Go wait in bed for me,” she said with a smile.
As I was turning down the sheets, Cynthia came in behind me and turned out the overhead light. She walked to my closet and turned on that light. “I like some light in the room,” she smiled and got into bed.
We began to kiss some more and then Cynthia went down on me again. I struggled not to shoot my load and I managed to hold back. She climbed back up to me and whispered, “Please eat me,” and then she positioned herself so that we were in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy smelled like my soap, but she tasted really sweet.
About half a minute, Cynthia started to wiggle her ass on my face, so I started to lick her anus. She pressed down harder on my face and for a moment I could not breathe. So, I pushed up on her hips some to give me some air space and I went back to licking her clit. She began to move with the rhythm of my tongue. More than occasionally my tongue would make it to her anus, and she would moan louder.
Back to her clit, I worked it with my tongue some more and inserted my finger inside of her wet pussy. This got her hips working faster, so I went faster with my finger. Then with my free hand, I pressed on her anus slightly. This made her squirm and she pressed down hard, causing my finger to insert itself inside. She squealed with pleasure and rode my fingers inside of her pussy and anus. A minute later, Cynthia let out a loud orgasmic “OOOOHHH!” She climaxed several times, causing her body to shake and convulse.
Finally, after a minute, she rolled off, lay on one side of me, shaking. I took advantage of her lying there, so I mounted her in a missionary position. She was very wet, and my cock slid easily inside. She tightened up her muscles and it did not take much longer before I blew my load inside of her pussy.
We lay side by side for a few minutes, then Cynthia rose from the bed and kissed me. “I enjoyed this evening, Austin.” She walked into the bathroom, returned a few minutes later completely dressed. “I hope you will honor my discretion,” she smiled as she kissed me again.
“No problem,” I said as I followed her to the door. She kissed me once more and walked out to her car.
The next day at work, I guess maybe I had a different look on my face, because my co-worker winked and went off to his tasks.
Or did he know something more?
