Michael was sitting in his favorite booth, in his favorite pub, doing what he enjoyed most: people watching. He had his phone in his hand and a drink on the table in front of him. His fingers played over the screen as if he was deep in texting or working, but in reality, it was just a screen to help block others from knowing that he was watching their dance through the space.

That, and sometimes playing his game, which he was terrible at, but it passed the time.

The night wore on, and groups came and went. Some stayed for a while, getting drunk and boisterous. Others came in for a single drink, whether to be social with friends or to kill time before heading out to dinner.

Then, they walked in. A group of five women. They looked like they attended the local college. They wore the colors and shirts of the local school.

Normally, he would have simply passed them by after a bit of admiration and appreciation, followed by a mental dressing down that he wasn't attractive enough or worthy of being with a Co-ed.

He went back to his game for a bit until he heard a chorus of musical laughter. His eyes slid up past his phone and saw the co-eds again. They each had a drink in their hands, except one. She had short-cropped hair that framed her face perfectly. A face with high cheekbones that added lovely shadows to her features. Her eyes were amazingly blue. So much so that even from across the bar, he caught the brightness of them. Her ears were pulled back tight, just slightly peaking out from under her auburn hair. To say she was striking was an understatement.

His eyes were roaming over her features for much longer than is socially acceptable, and it took him a while to realize that.

It took her leaning over so that her face was in his line of sight. Her eyes were bright and smiling. She used her hand to gesture, suggesting that her eyes were higher than his gaze.

He was incredibly embarrassed that he had been caught staring, but loved how she seemed to be okay with his attention.

They looked at each other across the pub and had a silent conversation.

Her hands did a mime, showing off her body as if she were a model on display, running from the top to her thighs. Her eyes asked if he approved of what he saw.

He looked right at her and smiled, giving her a small nod of approval, then he used his napkin and pretended to fan himself.

That resulted in a short laugh from the woman. Her friends seemed oblivious to her interaction with this stranger across the room. They were all focused on getting more free drinks from a group of younger, college men on the opposite side of the bar.

Michael looked right at her and did a small hand gesture around his face and upper body, then raised his eyebrows in a question towards her to see if she approved.

She put her hand to her chin and narrowed her eyes, pretending to really study him. Then, her face broke into a smile, and she nodded in approval.

Her hands lifted, spreading apart in varying distances, then she pointed down to his lower half.

He was a bit shocked at her forwardness, but had played along this far, and decided to keep going. He looked into his lap for a moment, then raised his eyes back to the girl. Using his hands, he started very close together, but started to move them apart in what he hoped was a signal that he was growing in size as they played.

Her eyes started to stretch open in a bit of shock, but then she started to smile again.

She stared at him for a moment, looking like she was trying to make a decision. He waited patiently.

Her eyes worked around to her friends and the room in general. Then she looked right into his eyes. He saw her hands reach up to the zipper on her jacket, which she started to lower. Without breaking eye contact, she brought the zipper halfway down her torso.

He could see a bit of skin showing and thought her shirt must be quite low-cut. But then, she grabbed the edge of the jacket and, with a quick motion, pulled it away and down, flashing him the cutest mound of breast flesh he had seen in a while. The skin was pale and lightly freckled. The nipple he caught a lightning flash of looked hard and definitely worth chewing on.

It was so fast, one second in view, the next, covered again and tucked away.

His eyes raised to hers, and her eyebrows raised questionably.

He pretended to pass out, leaning his head back against the booth he was in, and grabbing his chest, feigning a heart attack.

The resulting laugh he got was worth it to see a smile appear on what was already a gorgeous visage.

Her face did that thing where she pretended to think intensely again. Then she looked right into his eyes, nodded her head towards the door, and started to walk out. As she got to the door, she looked back to see if he had gotten the message and was following.

He was unsure, but didn't need to be asked twice.

Grabbing his jacket, leaving a few dollars on the table for the tip, he was up faster than a man his age should be able to move without pulling a muscle.

The door was starting to close behind her as she exited the pub and turned right down the street, looking through the window towards him.

His feet took over, moving him on their own. It seemed his body had made the decision and was doing what it wanted, without regard to the brain's complaints.

As he left the pub and turned towards her, he started to walk quickly to catch up, but she turned her head, shaking it. Her hand reached up, telling him to slow down.

He did what he was told. Slowing his stroll and following a good distance behind, enjoying the view of what looked to be a very toned behind as it sashayed down the sidewalk.

Michael's breathing was starting to quicken, even though his pace had slowed. It was all the anticipation. He wanted to run up, pick up this woman in his arms, and carry her somewhere he could have some fun. But she was in charge, and it was building the expectation to incredible levels.

They meandered the streets, the crowds thinning as they walked.

Finally, they entered the park. She turned once again to make sure she hadn't lost him, or he had given up. As she turned her face away again, he thought he caught a hint of a smile on her face as she turned it away from him.

Deeper and deeper she led him, away from the prying eyes of others and the sound of the city at night.

Finally, she stopped at a bench beside the pond in the middle of the park. The traffic noise was muffled here as he hoped the sounds of their encounter would be to those outside of the treeline.

She turned to face him, just long enough for him to catch up to her. As he opened his mouth to introduce himself, she put a finger to his lips, silencing him with a smile and a shake of her head.

He caught on quickly, no talking.

Then, she turned away from him, leaning over and placing her hands on the bench, presenting her hind side to him.

He walked up, his hands taking on a life of their own, cupping the cheeks of her ass. He rubbed them, feeling the tautness of her backside. He heard a small sigh escape her lips. His hands roamed all over, giving each cheek a squeeze and even a small spank. Those elicited larger gasps from her, but she didn't reprimand him for his actions.

Her body pushed back into his palms, enjoying the feel of his wandering touch. Her hips started to raise and lower, searching for his groping hands. He gave her right cheek a stronger spank and pushed down on her lower back with his other hand to hopefully give her the message that she wasn't to move unless he moved her.

She whimpered, but nodded that she got the message.

His fingers wandered up her back, down her sides, back to her tight bottom, then slid down the crack of her backside and underneath, rubbing and pushing the material against the mound of her pussy. He watched her legs tremble, but she stayed still.

A few more strokes of his hand followed by his palm cupping her mound completely, and he decided that he needed to move things along or risk exploding in his pants.

Stepping up, he pressed his swollen bulge against the crack of her ass. As he nestled it against her, he felt her cheeks tense and squeeze. He let it pass as they were both incredibly excited.

His hands went to her shapely hips, and her pulled her back against him. Dry humping her ass.

The hands took on a life of their own, sliding up her back, over her sides, across her shoulders, pulling her back against him. Then they traveled back down her sides, sliding underneath each arm and forward so he could cup her breasts. They were a perfect handful. Round, firm, yet pliant. His cock grew two sizes as he massaged her breasts. She pushed back against his groin, and he grabbed a nipple in each hand and gave them a little twist in playful punishment. He felt her body convulse as she had a micro orgasm.

His hands wandered down to the button and zipper on her pants, practically ripping them as he undid them

When they were open, he slid a hand down her shirt, over her stomach, into her pants, wiggling the fingers to stretch the elastic to her panties. The heat and softness of her skin when he finally made contact almost made him cum. As his fingers continued down, he became aware that she was clean-shaven. His whole hand covered her pussy lips. He could feel her pulse through it, along with a river of moisture. His palm massaged her until he couldn't take it anymore, then he dipped his middle finger up and into the cleft of her sex.

It was like lava as he pushed his finger up inside this girl. His finger slid unencumbered into her body, sliding effortlessly inside her. He bent his finger upwards, and he gave a little pull, hitting not only her clit, but her G-spot as well. She came again, this one was a gusher that soaked his whole hand. The feeling of her cumming on his palm was exquisite. He finger fucked her a few more strokes, pulling a few more cums out of her, before pulling his hand out.

He held it in front of her face, she leaned forward and licked his hand clean, sucking on every finger and using her tongue to get into all the little spots between them.

When she was done, he reached down to undo his own pants, then with a single pull, yanked her pants and underwear down to her knees.

Her ass was nothing more than amazing. So tight and smooth, he let his hands slide over her skin, cupping each cheek, only to be drawn to the dripping slit of her cunt. He nudged her feet a bit further apart so he could get better access to her lovely nectar nest.

His hand slid under her, and he put three fingers in between her lips, soaking them in her juices. Then he brought the coated fingers to his mouth so he could taste her. He had eaten only a few pussies in his life, but hers was above and beyond in the flavor category. 'Delicious' didn't even begin to cover the taste of her. If they had been indoors somewhere, he would have dropped to his knees and licked her out in a worshiping frenzy.

But there was always the chance of getting caught, and he had never had the chance to have sex in public. He sure as Hell wasn't going to miss the chance now.

The second time he got a swipe of her sweet cunt juice on the palm of his hand, he used it to lubricate his screamingly hard cock. Just a few strokes so as not to fire off before he got to enter this amazing woman.

He could hear her breathing; it was fast and rapid. The cool air blowing over her soaked pussy must have been driving her crazy.

Stepping up to her, he bent his knees to match her height, lining up the head of his cock to her opening. He didn't play or tease. The moment he was at her entrance, he plunged deeply into her body. Filling her completely with his cock. His balls slapped against her body as she arched her back, forcing herself to be fully impaled on his engorged cock.

He couldn't say she was the tightest he'd ever experienced. But to be honest. The things she was doing with the muscles in her cunt were magical. He had never, in his entire fifty years, felt his cock being worked by a pussy. It was like sticking his cock in a milking machine. She was using her muscles to suck him into her body.

Reaching around in front of her, he slid his hands under her shirt and cupped each of her breasts. Pulling her body back against his, he fucked her and massaged her, trying to share the space she occupied. His mouth was on her neck, licking and sucking her skin. Soaking up her taste and her flavor. Reveling in the feel of her young body as she wantonly pushed back against him, needing to feel him fuck her and cum deep inside her canal.

They groaned, grunted, whimpered, and sighed. But not a word was spoken between them. He gave her his cock, and she took it, happily and gratefully.

Her scent was lovely and clean. It was not too strong. It seemed natural, not a shampoo, soap, or perfume. It was addictive, and he wished he could bottle it, knowing that if he ever caught her scent again, he might just cum immediately.

She was beyond caring about the rules. Her hands reached back, sliding along his bare legs, her fingers raking his thighs. She reached under herself, between her legs, and tickled his balls as they swung during his thrusts.

The grunts were becoming animalistic, insistent, desperate.

Their hips pumped in rhythm with each other, and he wasn't going to last much longer. This was probably the best fuck of his life. In and out, back and forth, his cock thrust into the depths of her body, loving the warmth and silky smoothness of her pussy.

It was suddenly time. He felt it start in his balls, building and surging up to his shaft. He pumped his hips a bit faster, trying to get as much of his fuck on as he could before they were done, and this magical creature disappeared from his life. She wasn't going to get into an ongoing relationship with an older man.

Her hands reached back again as her back arched. Her head went back against his chest, her fingers dug into the cheeks of his ass. The pain was exquisite. With another deep thrust, he bottomed out inside her and started to explode. His cum shot out, splashing the insides of her womb. One, two, three, four, unbelievably five ropes of cum invaded her drenched cavern, adding to her own juices.

He felt her body shudder and shake, as a stifled scream leaked out of her mouth.

He wished he could be frozen in this moment forever. It was perfect and delicious and wonderful. But it was not to be.

Just as he decided to start pumping again to see if he could go again, they heard her friends calling for her.

She pushed back against him one more time, giving his balls one more tickle and squeeze, then she pulled up her jeans and pulled down her top. Hiding those perfect breasts and holding all of his cum inside of her.

His pants were still undone, his cock bouncing in the cool night air. Soaked in their shared juice. She took a look at it, leaned down, took the head in her mouth, and sucked it fully into her mouth to taste their joint creation. She then stood up, took his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply, sharing their flavor. Her tongue pushed their cocktail into his mouth in a final act of sexual desire.

He grabbed her, crushing her body to his, pressing his cum coated cock against her body. As they broke from the kiss, he leaned his head in and took one more strong smell of her scent to try to memorize it.

Her friends called again, getting closer. She pulled away, kissed him once more on the cheek, and headed towards the sound of her friends.

He put himself away, even though it wasn't easy, as he was still incredibly hard.

The smile that bloomed on his face as he started to walk back to the pub to get his car and head home was just a souvenir.

He thought to himself, 'Yup, definitely my favorite pub. I'll be back again and again.'