I arrived at the Drury Sports Bar a little later than expected on the evening of Valentine's Day. The delay was a result of finishing up a story I was writing called "Mating Season." The story is a remembrance of what happened on a previous Valentine's Day not long ago.
This time I was meeting the girl in a red sweater like we had arranged online. When I arrived at the bar, she was surrounded by a half dozen young men. Young men means younger than me, but not much younger. Indeed, my date wore a deep-cut sweater showing a healthy amount of cleavage. Her nipples poking through the scarlet fabric made it clear she wore no bra as she promised.
There was no reason for her to feel the blues on this day of romance like me. The boys circling around her lusting for her attention were rewarded with her smiles and giggles at almost anything they said. She absolutely adored being the center of attention.
I sat at the bar with a beer watching the proceedings. I had no interest in interfering with her fun.
As the crowd dwindled around her, the moment had arrived for me to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Dan."
She extended her hand for a light finger touch and said, "Dan, you're a little late. I almost had to go home with one of these boys."
"Not too late, really. I've been at the bar enjoying the entertainment before coming over here to rescue you."
Now that I was within conversational range, I could see she probably wasn't eighteen, maybe closer to my age. She had the body of an eighteen-year-old, but her face and hands told a different story.
"Did you enjoy it? The entertainment, I mean," she asked with a sly grin.
"I enjoyed the competition among your admirers."
She smiled again saying, "So you're not the competitive type."
"It depends on the prize."
"Okay, we'll see if tonight's prize is worth it for you."
I gave her a slight nod, then said, "I've been around the block enough times to know that even second place is worth it."
"Let's hope that we're not talking about second place. I always play for the gold."
I chose not to reveal all my thoughts on the matter and offered her a drink.
"Yes, thank you. I'm having a Black and Tan."
Before I got back from the bar, two more boys were looking down her sweater. She seemed to know them.
"Dan, these are my neighbors, Rod and Paul. Boys, this is Dan, my husband's golf partner."
Everyone shook hands and they quickly left when I sat down passing the beer to her.
"Your husband's golf partner, really," I murmured with a smirk on my face.
"Well, you look like a guy that plays golf."
"It's not being your husband's golf partner that caught my attention."
She took a sip of her drink and said, "Oh, it's my husband that is upsetting you."
"Not upsetting me. Maybe a little unsettling since you never mentioned him."
"How would I be able to attract you if I said I was married?"
"I like married women. I like that you are more experienced."
"How do you mean more experienced?"
"You know, life experiences but for eighteen, you seem to have more than most girls your age."
"Okay, I'm not eighteen. Let's just say that was what guys fantasize about. You know," then she lowered her voice giving me a mischievous grin, "guys fantasize about fucking teenage girls. That's why you are here with me, right Dan?"
In a low whisper, I said, "Not the teenager part so much as the other."
She gave me salacious smile knowing what I meant by, the other. After finishing our drinks, I got up from the table and said in a jovial tone of voice, "On to the gold!"
She immediately replied, "Yes, the gold."
She followed me to my house in her car, the house my wife and I bought shortly after we were married, the house with a picket fence.
"Looks like a married man's house," she said when first walking in the door.
"I haven't changed a thing since our divorce," I admitted. "I've only taken down some of the incriminating evidence like her picture and our wedding photo."
"I see," she said looking around. "It's nice. Where's the bedroom?"
"How about a glass of Champagne first?" I offered.
"Yes, that would be nice but only after."
I knew what only after meant and took her to the bedroom. She was in a hurry. Nothing was in the way of her desires, no bra, no panties, only her shoes, skirt and sweater that quickly fell to the floor. It was only a moment until she was naked on the bed still wearing her heels.
Her nipples were hard and erect, and she had no intention of pretending to play a demure mademoiselle playing hard to get. She smiled the smile of anticipation spreading her legs far apart. Her shaved pussy glistened beckoning me to her slit. She was hot and wanted it now.
Her voice cracked when she commanded, "Drop your pants lover boy and get inside me."
At first, I thought she said, beside me, but in fact, she meant something much more inviting. I kicked off my shoes, undid my belt and zipper, and couldn't get my pants off fast enough.
There were no kisses, no foreplay, just raw fucking. The whole bizarre situation took me by surprise. She had her first orgasm almost as soon as I entered that smoldering hole. She was so juicy inside that every thrust was as slippery as skating across the ice.
Perhaps I was a little too exuberant when she said, "Slow down cowboy. This isn't a race to see who finishes first."
With that, I moderated my pace and kept at it as long as I could hold back. She fell into a mini coma, a distant world with her eyes rolled back, her mouth open gasping for air, and eternal sounds of pleasure.
"Shoot your hot cum into me, now!" she moaned. "I'm about to climax and I want you with me."
A couple more thrusts and I was with her.
That's when she seemed to have become unglued screaming, "Ahhh, oh my god. I feel it. I feel your hot jizz pouring into me."
Her orgasmic tremors were so violent, it left little doubt she had experienced the kind of satisfaction that most women achieve once in a lifetime. She would not let go of me with her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist. I was deep inside her, and she wasn't going to release me.
We lay like that together for what seemed like an eternity. She was enjoying the afterglow and contentment with closed eyes while stroking my hair as if I was an infant in her arms.
As if waking from a dream, she gently pushed me away, leaving for the bathroom. I heard the shower and decided to join her.
She only said, "Can't a woman have some privacy?"
I left her to fetch the Champagne in the kitchen. When she appeared from the bedroom, I asked, "Are you ready for a Champagne toast now?"
"Of course, Steely Dan," a reference I understood not to be of the rock group.
We had a little time to talk before heading back to the bedroom. "So what's the deal with your husband? Is it an open marriage?"
"No, Dan. We both had the same interest when we married. It was all about passion. We couldn't get enough of each other. Sex was our entertainment. Eventually, we moved on in different directions. He's a little old-fashioned and likes romantic dinners, flowers, and soft music. It has become all about romance for him. For me, it's about excitement, doing something daring. The other thing is that I've learned that I'm not a one-man woman. I need variety and stimulation in my life. So here I am."
I hadn't gotten a full view of her naked body until now. Her breasts were full and somewhat pear-shaped. Her nipples were pointy surrounded by pinkish areolae. She was almost fully shaved except for a small heart shaped bush above her slit. She was gorgeous to look at.
The bottle of Champagne didn't last long. She put down her glass and wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Dan, I really didn't mean to be rude in the shower back there. A girl needs some private time to clean up after getting filled with an overpowering load like yours."
"I see and a girl like you deserves to get a man's best shot."
"And believe me when I say, I FULLY appreciated it." We both laughed at her play on words. "Maybe you've got some more like that for our second round. No need to go back to the bedroom. Let's do it here."
With that, she dropped to her knees and applied some expert oral skills to get me hard again.
"I like a man that is really well built down here and knows how to use it. I knew you were big the moment you pushed inside me. A woman can tell about these things even without looking. Now that I'm looking and see what you've got, I'm even more impressed."
Well, by then, I was Steely Dan again and draped her over the kitchen table. Entry from the rear was as easy as it was in the bedroom. I energetically banged into her, knocking the Champagne glasses to the floor. Her orgasms came quickly like before. She wanted me to climax with her again, but I wasn't ready. It didn't matter. She just continued gaining more pleasure from each of my powerful thrusts.
I picked her up, returning to the bedroom, lying on my back so that she could be on top. We picked up where we left off in the kitchen with her aggressively bouncing up and down making sure to get every inch of me deep inside her slick cunt. I finished shortly afterward with a substantial load that oozed out of her hole and down my cock covering my balls.