It was only a small pub with two bars, the ‘Private’ and the ‘Public’ and Ben, who hadn’t been there before decided on the private bar that he thought might be quieter and somewhere where he could get his thoughts together after the heated argument with his wife. He was fed up, her endless criticisms of him, her endless moaning and all the sarcastic comments. Yes, he was fed up to the back teeth and he entered the small bar and ordered a pint of lager from the bartender. He glanced around and saw the place had only one other customer, a woman, and he sat down in one corner and sipped his beer.
Soft music played in the background and he began to relax in the warm atmosphere. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and saw the other customer get up and walk over to the bar and stood waiting for the bartender to appear. Ben was able to study her as she stood with her back to him. Mid 30’s he guessed, nicely dressed in a flowery dress, nice auburn hair and quite pretty with a nice trim figure and slim legs.
‘Not bad’ he thought to himself and tried to imagine his wife with a figure like that. Daphne, his wife, was five years older than him and she had definitely seen better days. Once upon a time they had enjoyed some good sex but not anymore. It was years since they had done it together and Ben had had to resort to masturbation to satisfy himself, something that he found himself doing more and more nowadays.
He took another sip of his beer and glanced up again and his eyes met those of the woman as she returned to her seat with a glass of wine in her hand. For a moment their eyes locked and then she gave him a small smile and sat down. Ben turned his eyes away and sipped his beer again before casually letting his eyes roam around the bar, glancing at the pictures over the deserted bar, the bartender obviously getting more business in the public side. Slowly his gaze moved round the room and paused as he saw the woman take a sip from her glass. As he paused he suddenly noticed that she had changed position and was now sitting facing him and he was able to see her legs below the table. In fact he could see almost up to her thighs such was the flimsiness of the table she sat at and he found himself staring at her legs that were parted and gave him a view of a dark tunnel between.
He flushed when the woman glanced up and he quickly turned his gaze away but again he noticed a slight smile on her lips.
‘Hells bells’ he thought, ‘what lovely legs. I wonder if she knows what she’s showing?’ He quickly returned to his beer and finished it in two quick swallows. He was embarrassed at being seen looking up her dress even though his heart was pounding and he got up to leave before he embarrassed himself further.
Pat grinned slightly to herself as she watched the embarrassment wash over the guy’s face when she showed him her legs. She knew she had good legs and she wasn’t afraid to let a lone, middle-aged guy have a free peep now and again. At 35 Pat was on her own, one failed marriage behind her and not much happening in her life these days. Her ex-husband had left her with plenty of money and she had no need to work but she was lonely and she missed the sexual side of her marriage which had been good on the few times they had been together. When she’d found out about John’s affair with a neighbour she had felt her life was coming to an end and it was only now after two years abstinence from any male contact and endless court hearings that she was beginning to think about sex again.
‘He looked OK’ she thought to herself as she watched the man get up and make for the door. He paused at the door and then he seemed to make up his mind and returned to the bar. He stood with his back to her, waiting for the bartender to appear and she realised after a moment or two that he was looking in the mirror behind the bar. Slowly she moved her legs even further apart and felt his eyes drawn to them. Suddenly she made her mind up and quickly sank the remains of her wine. She stood up and moved over to stand beside him and they both waited patiently for service.
“Lousy service here isn’t it?” she said, not looking at him.
“Yes” he replied and then without thinking, “do you come here often?” As soon as he said it he reddened; “sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.”
“No, that’s OK” she replied. “Actually, I do come here quite often these days. Life has been a bit traumatic for a while and I have to drown my sorrows occasionally. Do you come here occasionally?”
“No, I haven’t been here before. I was just passing through and stopped for a quick one.”
“Oh, so you’re not local then?”
“Just a few miles out of town. I have a house on the Parkstone estate. Do you know it?”
“Well, well” she said, smiling. “I have a bungalow on the same estate. Small world, isn’t it?”
“Indeed it is” he replied. “My place is in Lancaster Drive,”
“Yes, I know it. It’s not far from Blenheim Crescent where I live.”
At that moment the bartender returned and Ben asked for the same again, pointing to both glasses. He then picked them both up and walked over to her table.
“May I join you?” he said setting her glass down.
“Why don’t we go over there?” she said, pointing to a couch on one side of the room. “It’s a lot more comfortable.”
They moved across the bar and sat down and sat sipping their drinks without speaking. He was very aware of the closeness of her and the scent of her perfume.
“Uhh, my name’s Ben Havering” he said suddenly. “I don’t usually get to speak to beautiful ladies in pubs but I couldn’t help noticing you when I came in, and I had a vague feeling I knew you from somewhere.”
“Ben Havering” she mused. “I don’t think I know that name. Anyway, I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Pat Feeling”
“That’s an unusual name, Feeling” he said.
“Yes, it does lead to lots of rude remarks, mainly amongst men”
“Really?” he said, “how do you mean?”
“Oh, you know, ‘have you been feeling Feeling’, that sort of thing. I’ve overheard that remark many times.”
“Oh, I see. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry” she said. “I’m used to it.”
Ben sipped his beer again as Pat reached down for her handbag. She took out a small handkerchief and wiped her lips and as she put the bag down again on the floor beside her, the movement made her leg touch his. She gave no sign that she noticed and Ben felt the warmth of her seeping through his trouser leg. She took a longer sip of her wine and looked sideways at him and smiled.
“It’s warm in here, isn’t it” she whispered. “Do you fancy another drink?”
“Well, that’s very nice of you but I have to catch the next bus into town. I have a bit of shopping to do and I don’t want to miss the match tonight. England are playing Portugal you know.”
“Oh, so you’re a football fan too are you? I was going to see that too. You have Sky do you?”
“No, I was going to listen to it on the radio. I don’t have Sky. My …. My wife thinks it’s a waste of money.”
“What would she say if I invited you round to watch it on mine?” she asked.
“I don’t care what she thinks” he replied, stressing the word ‘she’. “We .. we don’t see much of each other these days. You know how it is.” He broke off realising he was letting slip something personal.
“Oh, I know exactly how it is. I’ve just finished a rather messy divorce. My husband .. well he was unable to give me what I really wanted. He was OK in many ways, but he wasn’t the worlds best …. you know …. lover.” She broke off then as if embarrassed.
“We seem to be on the same wavelength” said Ben and felt her leg twitch slightly against his. He reached for his glass and drained it.
“I think we are” she said softly. “Do I feel the word ‘s e x ‘creeping in?” She spelt the letters slowly.
“That was the root of all our problems” he said softly, looking round at her.
“How about I give you a lift into town to do your shopping and then you can either come back to see the game at my place or I can drop you off at home; it’s up to you.”
“That’s most kind Pat” he mumbled. “I’d really love to see the game. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. We’d be able to get acquainted and I have some rather nice German wine we could share.”
“In that case let’s forget the shopping. It was nothing important.”
“Good” she said smiling. She finished her wine and waited while he drained his glass then he followed her outside. A Mercedes sports car was the only car and she flipped the alarm off with her key ring and he climbed in beside her.
“Excuse me” she said and drew her dress up to above the knees as she slipped the seatbelt on. “I hate driving with my dress over my knees. I quite often take my shoes off as well” she added.
“As long as you don’t take anything else off” he murmured and she smiled.
“Not driving around town anyway” she said and started the engine. As she pulled out of the car park he glanced down at the smoothness of her legs and felt a sudden urge to reach across and touch them. He thought she had read his thoughts because as she waited for the traffic to clear she reached out and took his hand. For a moment he thought she was going to put it in her lap.
“You’re nice” she said and released his hand after a brief squeeze.
The journey home was uneventful and they drew up outside a beautiful bungalow about a mile from his house. Pat pressed a button on the dashboard and the garage door lifted silently. She drove in and parked beside a small red Honda Civic. She got out and closed the door and led him through a side door into the house, through a small utility room and into a massive lounge.
“Make yourself at home Ben” she said, “I’m just going to freshen up. Won’t be a mo.”
Ben stood looking round the room, taking in the grandeur of it, the grand piano, the oil paintings, the beautiful furniture and the expensive television and stereo units.
A few minutes later Pat came back in. She smiled and went to the drinks cabinet.
“What will you have?” she asked. “I can recommend this German wine.”
“Fine by me” he replied. “It’s a good job I’m not driving. I think I had a few beers more than usual at the pub. I feel a little light headed.”
“I had a few too many glasses of wine too” she said. “It was so warm in the bar, I feel a bit hot and sticky. That’s a thought. We’ve got about an hour before the match starts. Do you fancy a swim?”
“A swim?” said Ben, puzzled. “Do you mean you have a pool here too?”
“Yes” she said smiling. “It’s only a small one but it’s under cover. Do you swim?”
“I haven’t done for a few years but I don’t suppose I will have forgotten. I didn’t think to bring my trunks though.”
“I can find you something I expect” she said then added with a grin “when I’m on my own I don’t bother with a swimsuit.”
Ben gulped. “Really?”
“Come on; let me show you the pool.” She led him through a door and into another beautiful room and through patio doors he saw a small swimming pool housed inside a glass framework. It looked absolutely gorgeous and he wondered what Pat’s ex-husband had been into. She unlocked the door and they went out and he stood beside her marvelling at the pool.
“I usually change through here” she said and led him to a small cubicle with a batwing door in one corner. “My costume is inside so I’ll change and then go and find you something to wear. OK?”
Ben nodded and watched as she went through the door that swung shut behind her. He waited and was about to walk away when, from behind the door, Pat gave a little scream.
“What is it?” he shouted, hesitating.
“There’s a damn great spider in here” she shouted. “I hate them. Please come and kill it.”
With that she pushed open the door and Ben gasped when he saw her with her hands across her tits, naked apart from a pair of brief white panties.
Ben looked around but could see no sign of a spider and moved closer to peer behind the door.
“Can’t see one” he said, very conscious of the closeness of her body.
“It’s OK, I think it went out when I shouted. It was up there.” Without thinking she pointed towards the ceiling, which exposed one beautiful tit to his gaze. For several seconds Ben stood there his eyes on her and she became aware of his gaze. Neither moved as the door slowly swung shut behind him and he found himself close to her. Ever so slowly she dropped her hands to her side and watched him as he took in the beautifully shaped tits and the erect nipples.
“You .. you have a beautiful body” he managed to gasp at last and slowly reached out and ran his hand over her left breast. She made no move to stop him and her lips opened slightly as he gently fondled her.
“Oh yes” she breathed. “No one has touched me there since …..” and she broke off as Ben lifted his other hand to her right breast. After a few seconds he slowly bent forward and pressed his mouth to her right nipple and sucked ever so gently.
“Oh yes” she said again, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Slowly Ben moved his lips away from her tits and slid down her body. He slid his tongue into her navel and then slid down further until his mouth felt the silky smoothness of her panties under his tongue. Slowly he inched downwards and felt soft crinkly fur underneath the material and he allowed his hands to reach round her and settle on the fullness of her backside as his mouth pressed gently into the junction of her thighs.
“Oh yes, yes, yes” she said as his hands slipped under the silky material and clasped the warm skin while his mouth slowly inched away from her thighs and slid down her inner thighs, first one then the other whilst his hands explored the full cheeks and the cleft between.
“Ben, you must stop” pleaded Pat, but her heavy breathing and the trembling body beneath his hands said otherwise. Ben however drew back just as he was returning to the softness of her panties with his tongue. He withdrew his hands and stepped back as far as he could and smiled gently, both of them breathing heavily.
“What about that swim then?” he asked and they both started to giggle. “There really was no spider, was there?” he said and she shook her head. “You really are beautiful and I would love to ……” He broke off and for a moment neither spoke.
“Let’s swim” she said again. “Do you want to?” He nodded and she paused.
“Do you want to take these off for me?” and she touched her panties.
“I don’t see your swim suit in here. Was that another little ploy?” She giggled again and he slowly reached forward and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He slid them down and over her hips and watched as a black thatch of hair came into view. Pulling them down to her ankles, his eyes never left the junction of her thighs and she made no move to show him more as she watched his eyes. He started to reach for her but she stopped him.
“Do you want me to find some trunks for you?” she said softly, “or not?”
“I could always wear my underpants” he said jokingly, then added ” or not!”
“Good” she said. “Let me help you then.”
With that she began undoing his shirt and he allowed her to pull it off and hang it beside her dress. Bare-chested he felt her hands drop to his belt and she undid it quickly before undoing the hooks at the waist of his trousers. The waist gaped open and she found the zip that slowly slid down. His trousers sagged to his knees and she knelt down and helped them over his ankles, leaving him in just brief jockey shorts, socks and shoes. She Bent down and pulled his shoes off then slipped his socks off too
“How’s that” she said as she straightened up and he smiled as he put his hands round her and drew her to him. “Ooooh” she gasped as the bulge in his underpants touched her stomach.
“Sorry” he whispered, “but it’s your fault.”
She started to say something but his mouth found hers and she slowly relaxed against him as his tongue touched her lips. At the same time as her mouth opened under his, her hands slid down his body and slowly they drew his underpants down over his erection, which popped out and stood hard and erect and just touching her thigh. Their mouths locked, their tongues searching Ben gradually moved his body closer and closer and his cock suddenly slipped between her legs and lay against the soft curly hair between. Pat’s hand felt down and found his hardness and held it gently. They stood for a long time, hardly moving apart from their tongues and his hands that had moved down to her bottom and which explored her while she explored him.
When at length they parted, gasping for breath, Pat’s hand remained round his organ and she looked down in awe. “You’re so big” she gasped. “My husband’s …… it was only half that size.”
“Your husband’s what?” said Ben.
“You know.”
“It’s OK to say it, you know. Many people are embarrassed to call a spade a spade. Are you one of those?”
“I expect I am” she replied. “I’ve never used words like …. You know what I mean.”
“Cock, prick, cunt, fuck, tits” said Ben. “Go on, say it.”
“Cock” she said.
“That’s it. How about this” and he slowly slid his hand down her stomach and touched the midst of the curly black hair.
“Cunt” she whispered.
“That’s it” he said. Now what would you like to do. We can go and have a swim or we could do some exploring together. What do you say?”
“I think I’m too tipsy to go swimming” she said and pushed the door open. “Come on, let’s explore my house.”
This wasn’t what Ben had meant by exploring; he wanted to explore her body, but he shrugged and followed her naked body as she went through into the house.
“You have a beautiful arse” he said, laughing as she led him through a door into a corridor and then she stopped at a door and pushed it open. It was her bedroom, beautifully furnished like the rest of the house and with a double bed in pride of place.
“Shouldn’t you close the curtains?” said Ben looking out on to a deserted street through huge panoramic windows.
“No need” said Pat. “The glass is one-way; we can see out but you can’t see in from outside. Clever isn’t it?”
“Very” He looked out at the houses opposite, all very nice modern places with short front gardens. As he stood there, Pat came up behind him and slid her hands round him, one hand sliding down over his belly until it found his, by now, flaccid flesh. She held him gently, then began teasing the foreskin and the glistening knob.
“Careful” he muttered amazed that he was here in seemingly full view of the street outside while this beautiful woman played with him. He was enjoying it though and he shuddered as her hands began sliding up and down his rampant flesh.
Ben slid his hand behind himself and slipped it down between her legs and found the lips of her cunt. Turning,he slipped inside and found her wet and sticky and quickly lubricated his fingers, one by one. Then he slid his hand round to her arse and used each finger in turn to smear her fluid around and subsequently just inside her arse hole. Then he offered his cock up to the hole and managed to insert the tip of his cock. Slowly he manoeuvred his erect flesh into her and gradually slid deeper.
“Ben” she wailed, “easy.”
“Just testing the water” he replied and eased himself out. “Of course we could try alternatives.”
“I … I’m scared” she whispered as she turned towards him. “It’s been so long and … “. She broke off as he led her to the bed and sat her on the edge.
“I know you want it” he whispered. “I want you too Pat.”
Ben stood in front of her for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward and eased her back so that she lay with her legs over the edge. He reached down and spread her legs wide then quickly fell forward so that his hands circled her shoulders and held her there. His cock pressed against her cunt and he waited as the emotions played across her face.
“Oh yes do it” she muttered and Ben slowly pushed her legs wide apart with his own and allowed his cock to press at the opening of her cunt. She gave a little moan but it cut off as he entered her so that his cock slid into her until he felt his balls crush up against the black curly hair. Then he paused watching her. She turned her face away from him and moaned softly as he began to ride her, slowly at first then quicker and quicker until he was pumping into her, his cock now sliding smoothly in and out at breakneck speed.
She started to moan even louder as he approached his orgasm and now she was laughing and jerking with lust.
“Yes, yes” she shouted.
Ben came in a gushing torrent, his spunk shooting out in great gobbets into her waiting cunt. He hadn’t come like this for ages and still he was shooting spunk into her. He knew she had come too and at last he subsided on top of her and took a nipple into his mouth as he waited for her to come down.
“Oh yes” she sighed at last. “That was something else.”
“I haven’t finished yet” said Ben and drew her forward, then turned her over and lay her face down, pulling her legs wide apart and standing between them. He slipped his finger into her cunt and coated it with great gobs of cum then placed his finger into her arsehole and spread the gooey liquid inside. She gasped when she felt his cock touch her arse then it was at the opening and probing to get inside. This time it was easier and he slipped inside easily, feeling the moistness that was now lubricating his already well-lubricated weapon. Two inches, three, then he was fully inside and he relaxed against her back as he began to move his still stiff cock inside her arse.
He’d never managed to come twice as quick as this before and he felt himself stirring as he approached orgasm. He paused and waited for the moment to pass and reached under her body for her tits. He played with them toyed with the nipples and then began to pump into her willing flesh again. This time he didn’t stop, driving into her arse until the feeling rose up within him and he came again in long stinging gouts.
After a while he withdrew, his cock now sagging after its strenuous exercise and he rolled onto the bed beside her as she turned over and lay beside him.
At last they recovered and Ben rolled off the bed and stood looking down at her.
“What about the football?” he said. “It should be starting soon.”
“Fuck the football” was the instant reply, “let’s go and have a swim then perhaps we could come back here and I could find out what it’s like to suck a man’s cock. I’ve wanted to try but my husband wouldn’t let me.”
“Great” said Ben and together they walked through to the pool.
