Dianne Jones was in need of a good fuck even if she did not realise it herself yet.
She was having an early evening drink in a wine bar with three women from work and they were chatting about things in general when Dianne glanced up and made brief eye contact with a young man that was clearing the glasses off a nearby table. It was just the briefest of contact but two things came to Dianne's mind, firstly he was very good looking and secondly she had not seen him working there before.
Dianne was aged fifty-three and she was slightly older than two of the other women with the fourth one being in her twenties. The two forty-somethings were both married although neither of them quite as happy as the impression that they liked to give, the twenty-something lived with her boyfriend and she was very happy.
Dianne did not have a man in her life at the moment although she had been married. She went through phases of not being bothered about sex but currently, her fingers or her dildo were visiting her cunt quite regularly.
The chatting went on and more wine was poured and Dianne found her eyes searching the bar for the young barman or whatever he was. The bar was not overly busy but was getting busier and Dianne caught a glimpse of him in the bar corner, she confirmed her first thought that he was very good-looking.
"Hey Di, are you with us?" said Mary, one of the four women.
"Um, yeah, what?" replied Dianne.
"You seemed miles away," said Kim, the twenty-something.
"Oh no, no, what were you saying?" said Dianne.
"Mary was saying that she needs a good shag," laughed Sheila, the fourth woman.
"No I wasn't, don't listen to her," said Mary and all four women laughed although the mention of 'a good shag' resonated with Dianne.
Conversation between the four women continued and a bit more wine was consumed. Dianne had almost forgotten about the young man but she happened to look up and, although several yards away, he seemed to be looking straight at her. Their eyes remained locked for what seemed ages but were only seconds and Dianne felt herself start to blush.
Seconds later the young man was at their table. "Can I take these empties away please ladies?" he said calmly to none of them in particular and some of the women made noises suggesting permission. As the young man picked up the glasses and two empty bottles his eyes, very briefly, again fell on Dianne's.
As he walked away all four women found their eyes drawn to his firm looking bottom in quite tight trousers. "Well I would," giggled Sheila and Mary replied, "Yeah, so would I."
Whether either or both women actually meant what they said nobody but themselves could be sure but the young man was the subject of giggled remarks for the next couple of minutes although it made Dianne feel strangely uncomfortable.
Dianne suddenly felt a need to visit the ladies, not surprisingly as they had drunk quite a lot of wine, but she felt embarrassed about announcing it.
"Don't get lost," laughed Sheila.
Dianne was on the way back from the ladies when the young barman stepped in front of her and said, "You may need this madam," as he handed her a piece of paper.
"Wwwhat is it?" she stammered.
"My mobile phone number," said the youth, who was then gone.
Dianne was dumbstruck and was frozen on the spot for a moment before putting the piece of paper in her handbag and making her way back to the table.
"You alright Di?" asked Kim when Dianne arrived back at the table.
"Yeah, yes, I guess the wine is getting to me a bit," she replied although her mind was in turmoil.
It had only supposed to have been a few drinks after work and it had probably gone on longer than any of them intended so Kim announced, "Shit, is that the time, I had better be getting home," because it was genuinely later than she thought.
Mary and Sheila also agreed that it was time that they should be going although they were not quite so enthusiastic about it.
"You want to walk home with me?" Sheila asked Dianne as the two women lived quite close together.
With some of the ladies getting up from their seats and putting on their jackets it was obvious that they were leaving and, as if by magic, the young barman was at their table. "Did you have a nice evening ladies?" he asked pleasantly as he picked up the glasses.
"I haven't seen you here before," said Sheila who was always the more forward of the quartet.
"No madam, I only started yesterday," replied the young man with a sexy smile which nearly made Sheila cum in her knickers but she had to keep up the pretence of being happily married so she just said, "Oh," in response.
Sheila then turned her gaze back to the still seated Dianne. "Are you coming or not?" she asked but did not mean the ambiguity of the question.
"Yes Sheila, I am coming with you," replied Dianne but she managed another glance at the young man that had now moved away from their table.
Their eyes met and the young man gave an almost imperceptive nod and Dianne nodded back equally subtlely although neither were sure exactly what the other's nod meant.
After saying goodbye to the other two, Dianne walked home with Sheila and they were both a bit giggly.
"That new barman is quite a hunk isn't he?" said Sheila but more as a statement than a question.
"I didn't really notice," lied Dianne.
"Christ Dianne, has your pussy dried up or something?" asked Sheila incredulously.
"No, he was alright I suppose, but very young," conceded Dianne and she then chuckled to herself because she had his phone number.
Dianne was at home and Sheila continued her journey for a couple more streets. Now home alone Dianne tried to take in quite what had happened in the last couple of hours or so. She had set eyes on a young man for the first time and found him attractive but, amazingly perhaps, he seemed to find her attractive and certainly attractive enough to give her his phone number.
She had removed her shoes and she also removed the rather tight-fitting skirt that she had been wearing. She looked at the piece of paper with the phone number on it whilst holding her own mobile in her hand.
She debated with herself whether to phone the number but she knew that if she phoned it the likelihood was that she would be having sex and not sex with just anyone, sex with a good-looking young hunk. Whilst these thoughts were going through her head her fingers were brushing her cunt through her knickers, subconsciously but certainly doing it.
She rang the number and not surprisingly it went straight to messages. "This is Steve, please leave a message and I will call you back as soon as I can," said the message.
Well, his name was Steve and he sounded just as sexy on a phone as he had done in the bar.
"Um, um it is Dianne, you um gave me your phone number in the bar, um, can you call me back... Please," said Dianne nervously as her fingers continued massaging her cunt through her knickers.
Well, she had done it. For all that she knew he might give his number to lots of women and laugh at how many of them phone him back with tongues hanging out.
Dianne was unsure whether Steve would ring back this evening, or indeed if he would ring back at all, but she remained seated on her sofa in knickers and blouse. She had stopped rubbing her cunt, her knickers were damp but she had not actually orgasmed.
She went to the bathroom to get rid of some more wine and she decided to take her knickers off. She sat her big, and now bare, backside down on the settee and glanced at her mobile and saw that she had missed a call.
"Shit!" she breathed to herself as she assumed that it had been Steve. She found that there was a voicemail so she listened to it with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
"It is Steve, I had hoped to see you tonight but assume that you have gone to bed, maybe see you sometime, bye," said the message.
"Shit!" said Dianne again but this time out loud.
She found herself ringing Steve back but expected to go to his voicemail so she was surprised when he answered, "Hello?"
"Steve, it is Dianne," she said and realised that she probably sounded like an excited teenager.
"Oh, hi, it is my break but I have got to go back to work in a minute," he said.
"Yeah, um, you said that you hoped to see me tonight," said Dianne.
"Yes, I would love to but not if you are not interested...or can't," said Steve adding the last bit because she could well be married.
"Oh I am interested and can but where, how, when?" said Dianne who became conscious of the possibility of ruining her settee with her own cum as her cunt tingled.
"I finish at eleven-thirty, can we meet here or, or can I come to you?" said Steve who certainly sounded keen.
"I don't like walking on my own at night and I can't drive because of the wine, um..." said Dianne as she debated with herself whether to invite him to her house.
"Dianne, I have got to go," said Steve, not to put pressure on her but because his boss was glaring at him because his break time was over.
"I will text you my address," shouted Dianne into the phone and hoped that Steve heard her before the call ended.
Dianne sent the text and then thought about the enormity of what she had just done. She had just invited a young man that she had not seen before tonight and well over thirty years younger than her, to come to her house late at night, for sex.
Her stomach was in knots because in just over an hour's time the young man would be arriving. Dianne thought of texting or phoning to say that she had made a mistake and to forget it but the prospect of getting her first fucking in months, and from a good-looking young man, made her refrain from cancelling.
It was now getting close to Steve's finishing time and whether he was walking or driving he should arrive at Dianne's house not much more than ten minutes later. Dianne had still not put her knickers back on but assumed that if she did they would soon be coming off again so she instead had a quick shower and put on a short bathrobe that only went halfway down her quite thick thighs.
