I was walking around the mall, getting a birthday present for my niece, when I saw her. She caught my eye right away; about 5’ 6”, blonde, blue eyes, a little curvy and a sensational smile.

There were a few guys around her, including one of those mall cops. Something told me that I had to check her out.

Claire owned one of those kiosks in the mall. You know the ones that sell cheap kids’ toys that no one wants or break the minute they are unwrapped; junk at a high price tag. I stopped out of curiosity for her with the real potential of buying something. 

I am not a handsome man. I am in my fifties, have a dad’s bod and an “odd-shaped head” as my ex-wife used to say as I started balding. Since my divorce 10 years ago, I had gone on a couple of dates, and my sex life was drier than the Sahara.

My sister had called me that morning to tell me about an impromptu birthday party for my nice,e and I promised to come over after my meetings for the day were over. I was dressed in a black suit, blue shirt, bowtie, black cashmere overcoat and was wearing a fedora. As I approached the kiosk the hangers-on started to drift away as they saw me coming over, but for the mall cop. I could sense he was a little suspicious or jealous upon my arrival.

I introduced myself and told Claire about the party and how old the little girl was turning. Claire began to show off some of the children's toys that my niece might like. After about ten minutes, the rent-a-cop got bored and left. I chatted Claire up a little. She was thirteen years younger than myself, just broke up with her boyfriend and said she sang in a band playing twenty-five minutes in a completely different direction from where I was heading. I discovered I had worked with her brother at another company a long time ago. I told her a few funny stories about those times. She had a beautiful laugh. I bought a cute little unicorn and left. I smiled at Sgt. Paul Blart on my way out of the mall, much to his relief.

I had a fun time with my family that evening, my niece loved the unicorn. I took a lot of pictures with her and the toy.

I just could not get Claire out of my mind. I went to the bar where she was singing that night. There she was, center stage, her blonde hair pulled back. She was wearing a black lacey and see-through top and red plastic pants so tight there was nothing left to the imagination. Her singing was decent and there were people on the dance floor all night.

My days of hanging in bars are behind me. I sat in the back of the restaurant, enjoying the show. At the break, the band mingled with the patrons in the room. Claire recognized me and was very excited to see that I had come. She sat at my table for nearly the entire break. We laughed and she ordered me another drink; one of the perks for band members.

At the end of the show, she quickly changed into sweatpants and an old grey sweatshirt. I am telling you this girl would look great in anything. She came back to my table to say good night. As I finished my drink I offered to walk her to her car. It was cold and I offered to cover her with my overcoat.

Claire was parked in a heated garage. At this time of night, the garage was almost empty and her car was the only one on the top level. She spun a little as I helped her out of my overcoat. I caught her as she lost her balance, we locked eyes for what seemed like hours, I leaned in for a long and passionate kiss.

The kiss was unexpected for the two of us. I was eager to taste her lips once more. We kissed again, longer and harder. Our mouths moved with practice, and our tongues danced fast.

She opened her car door. I heard her moving stuff around, and she told me to get into the back seat. I tossed my coats onto the front seat and obeyed her order. We made out with ferocious passion. My left arm was wrapped around her waist, my right hand feeling her ass, pulling her close to my body.

She moved quickly. Her hands dropped to my pants zipper, and with expertise, had my cock in her hands stroking my manhood. That devilish look on her face had me smiling as she dropped to my penis and started to give me the best blowjob I had in years. She moved up and down my shaft, giving me little bites at the bottom. What an experience. It sent chills throughout my body. As she moved up to the head, she used her tongue more. I felt her flattened tongue wide on my cock and narrowing by the tip, hitting that most important spot with precision. To be honest, I have not had sex since my divorce and rarely masturbate. I was not going to last much longer if she continued.

It was tight in the backseat of her little Toyota. I moved Claire about to remove her shoes and sweatpants. She was very wet. Her thighs were already glistening; the aroma in the car smelled of passion and sweat. Her soaked panties rolled off her body to the floor. I had been lipreading through her pants all night, and now it is my time to return the favor.

She was beautiful. I took the time to look at her womanly lips. She was eager for me to touch her. I wanted her, but I was going to play a little. I blew a little on her thighs, labia and clit. Surprisingly, she moaned. I moved forward, kissing where I first blew, licking each spot. As I touched her labia, it glistened with the flow of new juices. When I flicked her clit, she let out a little yelp. Gently squeezing it between my lips she writhed with her first orgasm.

I had to see her breasts. Working my tongue again in the flower of her body, my arms explored her figure. Sitting up she took off her sweatshirt. Her tits were perfectly round 36 DDs. Wow!

She helped me out of my suit and getting on her knees, straddled me in my seat. My cock is proudly about 8 inches, and she glided herself on to it with little hesitation. Her rocking and bouncing on my schtick was wild. Her yelling was deafening. I am so happy that we were alone on the top floor of this garage. The windows were completely covered in condensation.

I did not want to cum just yet. I was so close. I offered to open the car door on the opposite side of the car and away from the security camera. She laid along the backseat, one leg up over the back, the other draped along the side to the ground. Her vagina exposed, pursing and hot.

Standing alongside the car I moved in on Claire. Slowly at first, my bare ass catching the breeze of the night, I entered the soft spot of her soul. Our movement was in sync, our rhythm picked up in unison. She had reached over to my suit coat to scream into the sleeve. Sweat was pouring down my back, her sweat covering her face. I saw her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head. I knew she was going to cum real soon. So was I.

Claire’s body shuddered, she let out a big breath of air and a little smile. Her body slamming into me with fight for that last bit of intensity of her orgasm. The muscles inside her body clamped down on my cock. That was it for me. I exploded deep inside her. My orgasm was intense. Claire bled me dry. As she milked my manhood for several more seconds, her body went limp. She laughed a little then broke out into tears.

I helped her back into her sweat-clothes, grabbed my topcoat from the front seat and did my best to cover her and rock her in my arms. She was totally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

As I dressed, I pondered what to do. It would be daylight soon, and I could not leave her there and in such a state. I lived well over an hour from the garage. I knew she had kicked her boyfriend out of her house, so I found her address inside the glovebox, got her keys and drove her home. I left her sleeping in her car, wrapped in my cashmere coat and called an Uber back to the bar. She made me feel on top of the world. I left my name and number with her keys inside my coat. I hope to see her again.