The birth of Lisa's trading co inc.

Lisa was now free, her oldest had moved out a while back, her son had now joined the Army. Her marriage went bust years before and the relationship that came after had gone sour, nasty and broke apart two and a half years ago. Now Lisa had been without a man in her bed for three years, and at 40, she wondered if she was still attractive to men. Her belly is flat if not tight, her stretch marks minimal, her 35d breasts would hold a pencil but are fullsom and heavy and the nipples point forward when she walks. Five foot six, size ten with short dark brown hair, it was her habit of dressing in jeans and t-shirt that let her down, if anything. 

It was a friend of her sister that took her in hand. Sandra is separated, forty six, blond and a small size ten, less shapely than Lisa but with a life outside of work. Sandra decided Lisa should get out, and so they met one night at Sandra's to hit a night spot or two.
Lisa arrived around 7.30 as planned, and the first thing Sandra said was;

"Are you changing here?"

"What do you mean?" replied Lisa, surprised.

Jeans! Lots of night spots are too snooty to let mere jeans onto their premises, so Sandra would have to redress Lisa who, as usual, was in jeans and t-shirt.
If in doubt, Little Black Dress. Sandra had a little black dress that would fit Lisa, if a little tight here and there, the bra would have to go as it was white with wide straps, and the briefs as they gave an awful visible panty line.

"But I have to wear something!" Lisa cried when the briefs were ditched.
 
"Why? Who will know unless you flash them!"

"I will!"

There was no choice in the end, it was lucky that a pair of black shoes fitted her, and even then she needed a crash course in heels as it had been a long time. 
Getting in and out of a taxi without flashing needs thought, so Lisa took care about it. The club only had a small queue and was not as hard to get into as some, Sandra not being the wildest woman in the world. There was a bar at one end, a few tables and sofas, and a very loud dance floor. Lisa was more nervous since the change of clothes, and hit the drink for Dutch courage.

After only around thirty five minuets a chap of about late twenties bought both ladies a drink and chatted for a few minutes before asking if one of them would like to dance. A nod from Sandra and Lisa decided to bite the bullet. Shaun led her to the floor and they danced a couple of numbers and returned to the bar. Sandra had made sure nothing was put in the drinks that should not be, and got refills.

Shaun left a little later but by 10.30 Sandra had danced with three men, and Lisa four. Lisa had also drunk more than she had done for some time. She was feeling little pain when Paul dragged her off to dance. He was around twenty five, fit, six foot and had short black hair.

Lack of underwear was forgotten by the time Paul was fonding Lisa's rear. The grinding of his crotch onto her was ignored at first and the 'accidental' grope of a breast got her thinking in the direction Paul was thinking about for some time. The next day Lisa would struggle to recall the exact chat up lines, but not the sloping off toward the toilets and back door. Paul was no stranger to the back yard of the club, he had known how to find it from only his second visit to the club, and he and his mates would boast of activities there often.

It was not a cold night in the yard. Lisa was in awe of herself, not sure she could believe what she was doing, and now almost desperate for something in her very moist pussy, which had been ignored for so long.

Paul led her to a brick ledge under a high window, from which enough light shone for their purpose. He slid her dress up at both sides and was a bit surprised to find nothing else in his way.

Quickly recovering, Paul had his own clothing lowered in no time and slipped two fingers into Lisa's damp hole, making her gasp and whimper. With his other hand he pushed the spaghetti straps off Lisa's shoulders and revealed her breasts. He was so taken with them that he did not notice Lisa was near to coming.

With a practiced move, Paul lifted Lisa's knees and slid his member into her, needing three pushed to get the whole length in, and then begin pumping at a fast pace. Lisa went into a panic and an orgasm at almost the same time, she had not expected to do this when she set out that night. She was still in a very heightened state when the door opened and another couple came out and proceeded to follow their lead across the yard.

Paul did not miss a stroke, and kept going until Lisa was ready once more. She held tight to Paul as the tremors racked her body, and Paul's cock pulsed and shot his load right up inside her with a few harder strokes. Only then did she think of condoms. And it was too late.

Although Paul led her back inside, he left her at the ladies, not to be seen again. 
When Lisa had cleaned up she went to find Sandra, who was on the dance floor. Feeling weird she ordered drinks and waited for Sandra to return.

"Well, where have you been you dirty girl?" Asked Sandra as she approached.

"Tell you later, are we moving on soon?" 

"Now if you need to? 

And so they moved on, Sandra, although surprised was full of congratulations for Lisa, telling her she had simply got what she needed and it was the man that was used in this instance. The more Lisa thought about it, the more she agreed.

The second club was good, but Lisa would not perform in the toilets which was the only option to going home with someone. She was not willing to go that far just yet, nor to leave Sandra, as Sandra was not playing the field, she was happy enough with her male friend not to play about.

It was gone two in the morning when the girls got the taxi home. Forgetting about the clothes, Sandra waved Lisa off from her house, and went in.

Lisa gave the driver the address and sat back, feeling the drink, and to her surprise, horny. The driver asked if she had had a good night, and as they talked Lisa became aware that his eyes kept dropping as he looked in the mirror. Her dress had risen and she guessed that he could see more than he should, quickly she pulled her bag onto her lap and adjusted things, before looking in her purse for money. Alarmed she discovered she was down to less than £15, and the meter was on that already. Sandra had paid for the first taxi, and no more thought had been given in that direction until now.

Apart from the drink, a number of other things ran through Lisa's mind. She decided to try and sort things out sooner rather than later, walking the rest of the way if she had to. She said to the driver;

"Um, I've buggered up on the money, I can just about cover the meter now, or can we arrange something? I didn't take any plastic out tonight!"

Slowing, the driver said; "What do you mean, arrange something, darling?"

"I don't know, I thought I'd best speak up now though in case I have to walk."

He made a point of moving the rear view mirror and looked at Lisa's barely covered crotch, pushing himself up to emphasize where he was looking. 
An earlier conversation with Sandra came to mind, and the feeling in her nether regions gave a twitch too.

"Depends how generous your feeling I 'spose, I can always pull over somewhere if you wanna work something out!"

 "Can you be discrete?"

"You best hope so!"

Two minutes later the driver pulled into a side road off the main drag, and into a small yard. He got out and went to the back door of the car and opened it to beckon Lisa out. 

"Now you won't start yelling rape will you pet?"
 
"You best hope not! And this is for the whole fare!"

He put his hand up the front of the Little Black Dress and two fingers quickly into the wet pussy on offer. Deciding it was quite wet enough he lifted the dress up round Lisa's waste and put her bum on the edge of the car boot. He dropped his jeans and pants as he spoke;

"I could see your cunt when you were in the car, new you were a dirty little minx, like a bit of cock off strangers don't you!"

His cock sprang up, long if thin, and ready to play. He lined up on Lisa and plunged in.

"Any time you want a ride for a ride, call me, I'll give you a card. And a good fucking too of course, any time you like. I fucking love loose cunts like you, help make the world go round and all that!"

For her part, Lisa was assessing her new situation. A six foot stranger, flabby belly, thinning hair, at least fifty four, was giving her a fuck on a car boot, had just pulled the dress down to play with her breasts, and assumed she was a simple slut, fuck anyone type of woman. Well, why not?

She still liked sex she had discovered, men wanted to fuck her, obviously, and this one was willing to trade her a ride home for a fuck. What else could she get in exchange for sex. Since problems with the birth of her son she could not get pregnant, one less problem. And if the feeling in her pussy was anything to go by, looks were not the most important thing to look for. If men really can be led around by their cocks, why not do some of the leading!

The driver was grinning stupidly, so Lisa new he was having fun. He had her legs up on his arms now so she lay back on the boot, her head on the rear window, and he grabbed her hips and went at her like a mad man. Lisa could hear as well as feel his balls slap on her arse, and the wet noises in rythm with his thrusts. He was watching her tits bounce back and forth.

"I'm gonna' come up you, right up inside your slutty cunt! Just how you like it eh? God your tits are fucking nice!"

And with an extra hard thrust began to do just that. Letting go jet after jet and calling Lisa a dirty slut and a fucking good sport, among other things, until he was completely spent.
Lisa hit her own orgasm as the first jet of come was shot home. She used her feet to pull the driver into her as best she could, and let out a long drawn out sigh. The driver kept going as long as he could, trying to get as much of his fluid into hers he could, allowing Lisa to enjoy a long drawn out come, and come off the high slowly.

 She tried to feel disgusted as the flaccid prick dropped out of her wet hole, but knew if she were the man, every one of his friends would be patting her on the back and saying well done. So why feel bad about herself.

Card in hand, Lisa left the taxi driver with a flash of her dripping pussy seeing as he got out to open the door, and reminded him to be discrete.

The next morning when Lisa awoke, feeling just a little rough, she remembered what she had done. For a moment there was regret, a feeling of having been the sort of woman she hoped her daughter would never be. Then her new resolve surfaced, her decision to use her body to get what she wanted from men, while she still could.

She would now trade for what she could, or needed to. And have a ball doing it.

More to follow.