The bar was packed on a typical Saturday night with a band playing classic rock songs from the seventies and eighties. Most of the people that night were in their forties and fifties. All came specifically to see the band that performs often in the area.
I was there with Gregg, and we were on a mission to get laid. Both in our mid-fifties, above-average-looking guys, good jobs, etc. We had been there about twenty minutes when we saw four ladies about our age come in. I quickly checked ring fingers, and all were single, so probably divorced, like ourselves.
They brushed by us on their way to the bar and we made a point to smile and say hello as they passed. One woman caught my fancy. She was not my usual type but had a very pretty face. She was a very short brunette, a BBW, and dressed very nicely. And she was so sexy. Her large boobs were barely contained in her leopard print button-up blouse. She wore black faux leather pants and leopard print heels.
As Gregg and I wandered through the crowd looking for targets we were soon next to the four ladies. He looked at me and said, “I’m going to ask the blonde to dance. Ask one of her friends.” Soon Gregg and the blonde were rocking to a cover of a Bon Jovi song.
I made eye contact with the brunette and tilted my head towards the dance floor and said, “Wanna dance?” She broke from the other two gals and said yes. We introduced ourselves as we pushed through the onlookers until we hit the dance floor.
Debbie and I danced a few songs before getting drinks and rejoining her friends. Gregg and the blonde, Kathy, seemed to be hitting it off. One of the other two women recognized me, asking if I worked for the school district. I confirmed that I was a former teacher, now working for the district as a STEM coach and mentor for new teachers. She said she was a teacher at Washington Elementary.
I could not keep my eyes off Debbie. A beautiful Mexican woman with long black hair, deep dark eyes, nice makeup, plum lipstick, lux fake eyelashes, and perfectly shaped brows. She caught me looking at her, so I leaned in and whispered, “You’re beautiful.” She blushed. “I’d like to kiss you.”
Debbie smiled and said in my ear, “Maybe later, Trey. But not here. I’m a bit more private.”
I wondered what that meant. She doesn’t do PDA? Does she want to leave to go to one of our homes? Not wanting to let the energy die I grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s dance,” and moved towards the dance floor.
Soon the band said they were going into a ballad and broke into Kiss’ song, Beth. Debbie and I slow-danced for the first time. We must have looked awkward with me being six-two and she only five feet tall. I’m sure she could feel my erect cock against her. When the song was ending, I leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead.
“I told you, no PDA,” she said.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “It was just a forehead kiss.”
“It’s ok. You just never know who is looking. I don’t want to be making out on the dance floor like some kid at prom,” she said laughing.
I chuckled and told her, “I promise I won’t do that. I’m a bit reserved in public too. But I am dying to kiss you. We have great chemistry.”
Debbie looked me in the eyes and said, “We do.” After a long pause, she said, “Did you drive? Can we go to your car?”
As we started towards the door her friend Kathy was returning from the powder room and asked if we were leaving. “No,” Debbie said. “Just going outside to talk so we can hear ourselves.” She looked at me and winked.
On the walk to my car, I was thinking about how we are going to make out in my SUV. The steering wheel and the center console were a problem. Then it hit me, the backseat! When we got to my Tahoe, I asked her to wait a minute as I moved the front seats up, “so I have leg room.” I’m sure she did not buy that line.
Once in the backseat, I joked, “I feel like I’m in high school.”
Debbie laughed and said, “Good, because now I do want to make out like a teenager.”
We soon were kissing passionately. She was a soft and slow kisser, just like me, so our styles matched. I figured if it was her idea to come out to my car, she probably wanted to do more than just kiss. I moved down her neck and was soon kissing her cleavage. I moved my hands from around her back and slid them up to hold her big, beautiful boobs. She let out a soft moan. I was direct, “I want to take off your bra and suck on your tits. May I?”
“Not here. Not now. But I do want to get more intimate,” she said. With that statement, she started rubbing my cock through my jeans. “I want to suck your cock.”
I couldn’t move fast enough. I unbuckled my belt and got my pants and briefs down around my ankles in record time. Trying to be a gentleman I told her, “There’s a pack of Kleenex in the seat pocket. I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum.”
“No need. I swallow,” she said to me with a devilish grin.
Debbie proceeded to give me one of the most sensual blowjobs of my life. Albeit in the back of my SUV, it was not very “romantic.” Licking, sucking, kissing, she was a cock sucking queen. Stroking my shaft, fondling my balls, flicking the tip of my cock, and deep throating my fat six inches.
After about ten minutes I mumbled “I’m going to cum soon. Faster.”
She bobbed twice as fast now, and I bucked my hips upwards as I climaxed and shot my load into her wet warm mouth. God that felt good! It had been over four months since I had been with a woman.
Debbie slowly and carefully slid her lips off my cock not losing one drop of cum. I was impressed by how clean my dick looked. I watched her gulp down my load and say, “Kiss me.”
As she sat up, I held her head tenderly as our lips met. Our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. Wait. What is that taste? And liquid. Shit, she did not swallow all of my cum and was now sharing some of my jizz with me. Debbie was doing what I had only seen in porn. She was snowballing me! At first, I was repulsed, but then I thought it was kind of hot and nasty. I did not flinch.
As we broke apart, she said, “Surprise!”
“You dirty little vixen, you snowballed me!”
“And you seemed to enjoy it,” Debbie said. “Not the first time you’ve done that I bet.”
“No, you’re my first,” I told her.
“I’m honored” she giggled.
I continued, “But I want to pleasure you. I want to get you off.”
Debbie smiled, “You can, and you will. I want to dance some more and have another drink or two. Then we can go to my place. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect,” I said looking into her eyes.
End Part One.
