by
QG
I was at this bar--a straight bar--‘cause I wasn’t in the mood for the female bullshit. I just wanted a drink to unwind after work and puttin’ up with crazy ass patients and shit. Anyway, she comes in and sits at the bar. Sistah was fine as a motherfucker. She had on some jeans and a Tommy shirt or one of those name brands. I was just checking out the packaging. Fuck the name. I was at a table just looking. Hell, I had to keep myself from staring. I started thinking now how am I going to strike up a conversation with this lady… Hmmm… The bar was crowded and of course a couple of fellas tried hitting on her, but she obviously was not in the mood. That was good news for me! While I was trying to think up a way to approach her, she turned and caught me staring in her eyes. Shit busted! She smiled and just then I made my move and motioned for her to come over and she did. I told her she looked like she needed to get away from the hound dogs at the bar and she laughed. She said I hit the nail dead on the head. We introduced ourselves and started talking. She said she worked on Langley AFB and was ex-Air Force. I told her so was I. I told her how I did my time of seven years and got out in ’86. She recently retired after twenty years and was now working in civil service. I asked her if she liked it and she said she did, but she’s ready to move on. As the night progressed, the bar got crowded and I suggested we leave. I asked her if she’d like to go out for coffee later that night and continue our conversation. She said yes. We agreed to meet at Starbucks at nine that night. I laughed and told her not to stand me up and she warned me of the same. I’m sensing she knows I’m gay, but I’m not one hundred percent sure so I kept the bait in the water to see if she’d bite.I got to Starbucks a little before nine o’clock. She arrived right on time looking stunning. This lady had on some nice brown form fitting pants that enhanced her figure, a beige shirt that teased my imagination, and sandals. Her hair and nails were done. She was an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman. We greeted each other, ordered coffee and continued our conversation. We shared Air Force stories. I found out she was from Georgia, fifty years old, had three kids that lived in Georgia and was ten years out of a divorce. I told her I was forty-four and had been happily divorced since 1993. We shared a lot of good conversation and before we knew it Starbucks was closing.She asked if I’d like to come over and we could have a drink and eat a little something. I said it was cool with me but did she normally invite someone over the same day she met her? She smiled and said normally no but she felt really comfortable with me and that I didn’t send out any bad vibes. I followed her home in my car. Her crib was hooked. She had a 2-bedroom townhouse. Beautiful furniture decorated in a way that reflected her personality. You look out the livingroom window and there was a view of the bay.Being me, I had to stay cool wondering where this night was headed if anywhere at all. I followed her into the living room and sat on the couch. She went in the back to put up her purse and told me to just relax. She got out a couple of wineglasses and poured us some.We continued talking all the while the alcohol was flowing through our veins. During a pause in our conversation she asked what I was thinking. I told her how sexy I thought she was and that I felt good being in her company. It was then that I told her I was a lesbian. She laughed and said she knew that the moment she came in the bar and that she wanted to talk to me, but, didn’t know how to. With that I told her to sit by me. I took her in my arms and just held her. I felt her body relax and she exhaled. I asked her if she was a lesbian, bi or what. She informed me she was pure lesbian and was very single. Mmmm… I’m going to be spending the night. Decision made.This lady smelled good, her hair was tight and skin was smooth and delicate. Shit, I wanted her bad, but I knew she was special. Not a Friday night fuck at all. I asked about the last time she was intimate and she said it had been months. She was lonely for company. All her emotions tumbled out about what she had gone through with her last lover, dealing with the lying, cheating and head games. I’m thinking damn, any stud that would fuck over this woman deserves to get shot point blank with a 357 magnum.I held her closer, turned her around and kissed her. Mmmm…soft lips, delicate skin mixed in with painful emotions - a deadly combination. Her tongue was wanting; her hold grew tighter as she responded to me. I laid her down on the couch and began caressing her thighs, licking her shirt and finally undoing her blouse exposing her bra and what lay beneath it. I unhooked he bra. Shit, her breasts were full and nipples were hard pointing to the ceiling. I held each one in my hands and began probing the tips with my tongue, blowing on them making them harder. She arched her back and moaned. I groaned getting wetter and my shit started to throb. Don’t rush D. Take it slow…give her what she needs…She began to wildly pull at my shirt and I quickly removed it along with my bra. She grabbed my breasts and began hungrily sucking my nipples. Ah shit it felt good. Damn. After a few minutes of passion, I stood up and she looked at me confused. I told her it was ok and began taking off my pants. She realized what I wanted her to do next. She turned into an ebony tigress and pulled my pants and drawers off. I put my pussy in front of her and she started sucking on my clit like it was her last one. Damn I was so wet and horny. I put one leg on the couch so she can get a better angle and that was it. I let her suck and lick my clit for a good 15 minutes. Shit, she was good. This lady had skills.I climaxed in her face and she still kept sucking me. I had to pull her away. I immediately pulled off her pants and caressed her panties, slowly kissing and flicking her thighs with my tongue until the anticipation drove her over the edge. I ripped off her panties and plunged my tongue into her pussy and began eating her. She tasted salty and feminine. My brain burned with desire and I bullied my way further inside her with my tongue while playing with her nipples. She was so wet and juicy. Pussy was all over my lips. I pushed her legs back to her shoulders, parted her lips and exposed her clit for the world to see. I looked at it and gently blew on it. She gyrated her hips crying out for me to eat her. I took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked and tugged on it. She began fucking my face. She was so hot. I eased one finger inside her then 2 keeping my lips on her clit at the same time. She was moaning loudly. I knew I had her. She began pumping faster and faster. She was about to climax when I stopped and pulled back from her. She came after me like animal in heat. I told her I wanted her to do something for me. With her eyes slit she asked me what. I said I wanted her to dance for me. I told her she could be my private dancer. She said is that all she had to do for me to finish fucking her? I said yes. She said OK. She put on some smooth jazz music. I sat back on the couch; arms propped behind my head ready for her show. I wasn’t disappointed.This lady could move and was flexible for sure. She got right in front of me, squeezed her breasts together and began licking her own nipples. I took a drink of wine. Then she turned her back to me and bent over. I saw all that fine ass. I reached out and spanked it and bit it. She was startled but didn’t back off. She kept dancing the way pole dancers do. Then, she stood in front of me spread her legs and separated the lips of her pussy so I could see her clit. She stuck her tongue out and began licking the air slowly Up..down…up…down. I took another drink of wine.Then she went into her kitchen and got a cherry from the refrigerator. She tied the stem with her tongue then slid the cherry up and down her clit getting it wet with pussy and then licking it off. She’d pop it in then pop it out. After a while, I wanted that cherry. She traced it around her nipples leaving a wet trail then she slid each finger inside herself and licked her own pussy from each finger like it was an exotic drink. Shit, she was no more than a foot from me. I pulled her down to straddle my lap and she continued to pop that cherry in and out like a luscious Egyptian princess dancing for her king. Some African tribal music began to play and she started a slow grind on me to the music. Fuck it. I couldn’t control my shit anymore. The next time she raised up I had my fingers ready to penetrate her. She lowered herself on to my fingers still grinding. I worked my fingers in and out of that dripping cunt keeping pressure on her clit with my thumb. Here we are. Her titties in my mouth, fingers stroking her pussy, her hands on my shoulders steadily bouncing up and down . . . groaning . . . moaning. Tears are streaming down her face and my brain is burning…“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she says. I pulled her back, looked into her eyes and told her, "Anytime." She smiled and held me close. We showered together, then, I led her to her bedroom and closed the door. This was the start of a very good weekend!
