The email came out of the blue. We hadn’t spoken or sent messages or emailed or acknowledged each other’s existence in over fifteen years. My ex had obviously thought there was a need to let me know she had been diagnosed with the big ‘C’.
I guess I felt sorry for her and so I responded. We entered, into what turned out to be, a fun and exciting email exchange in which I told her I was happily married and she told me all about her evenings at a certain pub where she still met locals for sex. At her age, sixty-five, she was still swinging, so-to-speak. I guess if we were still together, I would be too. But we weren’t and she lived all of eighty miles away.
The pub was the good old Lamb and Flag; a small pub, with a back room that had always catered for connoisseurs of the sexual fraternity. A place to meet other like-minded people, set up years ago by a couple that actually became friends of ours for a while. I wondered if they were still in residence as well.
She sent me a picture of herself, fully clothed, with her friend Melissa. I thought nothing of it but noticed Jenny’s lack of hair and somewhat older and worn features. She had lost her smile, but then, wouldn’t you under the circumstances. I surmised, at the time, that Melissa had probably delved between Jenny’s thighs on more than a few occasions.
I didn’t get the impression they were a couple though. It wouldn’t have surprised me in the slightest because while Jenny loved cock, she was a closet lesbian at heart; a part of her that I absolutely loved. There were other parts that were not so endearing.
We seemed to be getting on quite well, and when she told me that they met every first Friday of the month, well, I had two weeks to make arrangements and surprise her; despite being told in one email that I shouldn’t bother to come anywhere near the Lamb and Flag – that it wouldn’t suit me anymore. Something in her emails told a different story.
ooOoo
I walked into the Lamb and Flag and took my time looking around; slowly making my way towards the back room and bumping into people that were casually chatting and eyeing each other up; some were positively drooling and others, licking their lips in expectation. You could see it written all over their faces. I saw Jenny from a distance but decided to play it cool. I didn’t rush up to her, grab her from behind and shout guess who? Though I admit, I would have liked to have done that. She was sporting blonde hair, a total contrast to her normal russet coloured hair. It was obviously a wig; a fallout as it were of the chemotherapy she had obviously undergone. Even though I knew she was in the clear, I needed to be sympathetic about the whole subject.
She caught my eye and immediately turned away from me and started to whisper into someone’s ear. She shook her head. Raised her hand in the air as if to say what the fuck! I guessed from her body language that I was not all that welcome. Anyway, I sidled up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
Yep, the slow turn around to look at me confirmed that she seemed surprised or even upset to see me, but we chatted nonetheless. She was polite at least, introducing me to her friend, Melissa, and a much younger guy that they were talking too. I wondered whether the guy was attached to Melissa, but never bothered asking. He seemed a little too young for them, certainly too young for Jenny. I started imagining all sorts of things as we all chatted especially how Jenny would act if she were to get this chap naked as she crawled between his legs, mounting him, and aiming his cock into her wet snatch, before sinking down on it. I could see her lascivious smile without being present.
Loads of memories came flooding back to me. Of our time together, of her with her female friends, of the couples we fucked and of the time she convinced me to try out her favourite pastime with one of my own.
I must admit, talking to her so casually after so many years made me want her. I didn’t know what was going on inside her head but her outward expression was hiding some form of need or want in her. Her friend, Melissa, seemed playful enough; often taking the time to brush her breast against my arm as she leaned over the bar to pay for her drinks.
It was a while before Jenny and I found ourselves alone which resulted in the inevitable snide remarks about why I was in her pub. I told her I was invited, causing her to ask exactly who had invited me. She didn’t like the answer. Her oral language seemed at odds with her body language. I caught her glancing down at my groin in the bar’s mirror when I ordered a drink for both of us. It was a sly look, with a grin on her face that suggested she was turned on by the thought. Yet her words suggested that I shouldn’t be there. I could sense that my presence was curtailing her fun; her ability to mingle and chat to potential playmates, to find new sexy friends.
We ended up chatting about the old times, me, her, this pub, the people we met here. Not that I bumped into any of them on the night and she informed me that the couple that set it all up had given up swinging a long time ago. Time changes people so much. Even though our conversation was a little constrained, I could sense there was always something on her mind. Something unsaid that needed to be said.
We parted briefly, she chatted to a local couple, and I eventually ended up heading for the loo; the drink taking its toll on my aging bladder.
I was pissing up against the urinals when the door creaked open. I half-heartedly glanced over my shoulder, as you do, and was surprised to see Jenny clip-clop her way to the washbasins. She leaned against them, placing her hands to each side while letting me finish.
“I just want to clear something up,” she blurted out.
“Like what?” I retorted, not bothering to look around.
“A misunderstanding; I never wanted you to come here, just saying that’s all.”
I wriggled my cock to get the drips off and was about to stuff it back into my trousers. I listened hard at her crackling voice without even looking at her. She spoke in paused and broken sentences; uncertainty seeped through to my senses.
“That’s not as I remembered it.” I smiled, more for my own benefit than for hers. I started to play with my cock; rubbing it and making it stiff and erect. Memories filled my thoughts of how she liked it.
“It’s not my fault you’re here. Your arrogance took my words the wrong way.”
“My arrogance?” I said turning towards her with my cock now fully erect. I closed the distance between us in seconds, giving her no room to maneuver. I saw her eyes briefly dip to my groin, a hesitant smile formed on her quivering sultry lips as I looked into her deep emerald-green eyes.
“You’re the one in the men’s loo,” I told her. “What are you after, eh?”
“I’m not after anything, I-” hesitation was written all over her face. I could feel her dilemma.
“Seems to me you either need to leave or get fucked?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.
Jenny twisted her body in an attempt to squeeze past me but got stuck between my chest and the washbasin.
“Will you let me pass?” She turned her head to look into my eyes. I stepped back, just one step; enough to give her space to move.
I took a long hard look into those eyes.
In a split second, I spun her around to face the mirror and hooked my fingers into her slacks; the same type of light black slacks that I remember her wearing fifteen years ago. I tugged them down, hard, along with her g-string until they rested mid-thigh.
“You want to get fucked, don’t you?” I said while prodding my cock into the gap between her thighs. I felt it brush past her smooth cunt while I tried desperately to find her entrance. I sighed at the feeling that she still kept it smooth. I held her tight against the washbasin with my body; my hands on her waist and one on her shoulder. Her struggles only caused her legs to part slightly, giving me more scope for my cock to find her wet love tunnel.
“You can leave if you want to,” I breathed hoarsely into her ear while pressing my advantage well-and-truly home. “Just tell me whether you want to leave before or after I come in your cunt?”
I had found her entrance and slipped my cock all the way into her sopping wet hole. I started to thrust hard, removing the whole length of my cock before pushing it back in; my hands on her shoulders, pulling her back towards me as I started to pound into her.
“Well?” I questioned her. “Before or after?”
The silence was all I needed. A whimper left her lips, then an audible groan as I fucked hard into her. Eventually, I heard it, although I had to strain to listen as my ragged breaths almost swamped the word.
“After,” she said.
I snorted and pulled harder on her shoulders. Her hands came upon the mirrored wall as both my hands pulled her back onto my thrusting cock. I rocked my hips making her take the full length.
The door to the loo opened quickly and I expected some bloke to be stunned watching me fuck her, make his apologies and fuck off. Instead, my eyes met Melissa. She seemed shocked at first but recovered quickly. Her stare moving from my energetic cock to Jenny’s body splayed over the paneled worktop, grunting hard with every thrust. Her hands splayed against the mirrored wall; her breath clouding the glass in front of her face on every exhale.
My attention was drawn back to Jenny as she started to push her bottom back towards my advancing cock.
“That’s it, take it you cum hungry slut,” I said, slamming my cock into her even harder. It’s amazing what an audience will do for you when you’re performing.
I laid into her with a few more strokes. By the time I looked back to the door Melissa had left and the door had closed behind her.
I pounded Jenny with only one intention; to make myself come and flood her waiting pussy. I started grunting, in unison to her own moans and groans. She started to collapse over the washbasin and I could feel her fluids soak my cock and balls. I had forgotten that this position was one of her deep favourites, the position in which my spongy cock head brushes past her g-spot, making her juices flood out of her and onto the floor. It used to be my favourite too, the one where I would make her come and then, as she lets go, sink to my knees and catch her juices as they flowed out of her. I used to love tasting and swallowing it all before getting back up and doing it all over again. Over and over many times. Fuck-Spurt-Suck-Swallow-Fuck, sexually, it always brought out the worst in me; in us actually.
But, this was not that time. I just took Jenny against the men’s washbasin, fucked her on the countertop just in time to let her leave – afterwards!
I finally exploded inside her, filling her with my own juices. The whole fuck had lasted not more than three minutes. I pulled out of her, wiped my cock on the tail of her blouse and pushed it into my trousers. I zipped up quickly and made a beeline for the door. Leaving her plastered against the mirror with her trousers halfway down her thighs and spunk dripping from her wasted cunt.
I immediately ran into Melissa waiting outside. I told her I’d be by the bar having a drink should they wish to join me, adding that she had better go in there and help her shaking friend tidy herself up before someone else entered and took her for granted.
I wasn’t sure of their relationship, whether they were bi-sexual friends, lesbians or just friends that shared this kind of lifestyle. The way she looked at me made me feel like she wanted it to be her inside that loo and not Jenny. She nodded and left to go inside.
I left her to it and started to ponder on whether I had crossed a line I shouldn’t have. It was too late to go back now, I thought.
In my head, the loo scene unfolded with jenny giggling while trying to pull up her knickers and pants and Melissa telling her what a lucky fucker she was to get nailed in the pub. My arrogance allowed me the pleasure of that at least.
Somehow, I could feel their eyes bore into me from behind as I leaned against the bar drinking my pint. I felt a hand smack my arse hard before lingering on it and squeezing it. I turned to find Jenny sporting a broad grin on her face. At least I wasn’t about to get thrown out of the pub or publically humiliated in front of everyone.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” she chided me.
“Very funny,” I retorted, but in my heart, I was pleased that I had read her the right way.
“Best fuck I’ve had in months – some people are just, too polite – you know what I mean.”
I did, but I never said anything. Melissa appeared on the other side of me.
“Come on, drink up,” she said. “You need another pint.”
“No, I don’t,” I corrected her. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”
“From what I saw, you do, you need to go to the loo again.”
Her lascivious smile said it all as her hand cupped my balls; shaking them in rampant expectation.
