Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-thro...
“We need to do something to drum up some trade,” Mal sighed, his hand stroking my arse as we leant against the bar, gazing out over a nearly empty pub. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at me with a sly smile. “Do you like dancing?” “Yes,” I responded doubtfully. “Do you like shopping for clothes?” “Yes…” "Do you like earning money?” “Where are you going with this, Mal?” Opening the till, he pulled out some cash a...
Fifty-eight-year-old Ellen Murray was out with her husband Keith, but all was not well in their marriage. In fact, it was sexless, and there was little love between them. They were in a pub, but neither of them was enjoying themselves, and Ellen was gazing into space. Ellen's eyes fell on a young man who appeared to be looking right at her. Ellen felt a feeling between her legs that she had not felt in years. The young ma...
I was bored. I had left school that summer with no qualifications and the stern warning from my teachers that, if I carried on like this, I would amount to nothing. Unemployed and living with my Mum and her latest boyfriend in a small flat on a run-down inner-city housing estate, life wasn’t that great. Whilst the boys of my age constantly told me I was, “fit as fuck”, with my brunette hair and bleached blond highlights,...
Clara, a young girl, is a waitress in a bar. She is slim, pretty, and good-tempered. She is at home on her day off when her phone rings. She sees the caller's name and lights up. "Hello? Hey, Jake, what's up? Sure, what's on your mind? What? Break up? Why?!! Some space? You're sorry? That's all you have to say? After six months of dating, you dump me over the phone?!! Someone better? Like who? Like that blonde cheerleader...
Fifty-eight-year-old Debbie Hammond did get some sleep, but not a lot. Her newly acquired lover, twenty-year-old Chris O'Brien only left about two in the morning, and Debbie had to be up before eight to get things ready for the lunchtime opening of her pub. Her husband was away with some mates and would be so for two more nights. It was already arranged for Chris to give Debbie a good fucking after she closed the pub on t...
It had all started with him watching her arse, and now he was edging his throbbing erection into her arsehole with her on her knees, arse raised, on the bed. He was twenty-year-old Chris O'Brien, and the arse and arsehole owner was fifty-eight-year-old Debbie Hammond. When Chris first watched her arse, he neither knew the age nor the name of the owner, he was sitting on a barstool in a pub and she was working behind the b...
After Kev zipped himself up and walked out of the toilet, it took me a while to tidy myself and redo my makeup, before then making an appearance back at the bar. As I walked back in, Katelyn raised an eyebrow. “Been gone far too long for that to have been a trip to the toilet. Looking flushed. Fresh makeup. Hun, you’ve been shagging someone out the back, haven’t you?” she murmured, as she handed me a drink. Knowing I was...
Friday night, and it was time to meet up with the girls and head out for the night. The first stop was the local for a few drinks, before moving on to the Clubs. My best friend Katelyn was dressed in an electric blue boob-tube and a tiny pair of white shorts that barely covered her bum. I was in my short, skin-tight tan sequin skirt and a black plunging halter top that opened to my waist, leaving at least half my boobs ex...
Divorced fifty-eight-year-old Mike Houghton collected his young grandson from primary school each weekday as the boy's parents both worked. Mike was happy to do that because he thought the world of the young boy plus it gave Mike something to do. Mike went to football when his team were playing at home but apart from that and an occasional visit to his local social club, Mike had no life. He was on nodding terms with the...
"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" smirked sixty-year-old Carla Bryanton to her thirty-nine-year-old daughter Cheryl Allchurch. "Ha, yes I am, you fucking horny slag," laughed the younger woman in reply, causing Carla to burst into laughter. Carla had been divorced from Cheryl's father for a few years and she now lived alone. Cheryl was staying with her mother having recently left her husband because of his infidelity...
Fifty-eight-year-old Julie Norman wanted a fucking, more specifically a fucking by a young cock and she knew just where she was likely to find a cock to fuck her. It was Thursday evening so The King's Head pub was where mature women and young men assembled and hoped to find someone willing to fuck them. It was not difficult for either the women or the males to pull if they were not too ugly and perhaps not too choosy. Jul...
Once, years ago, my wife, a devout exhibitionist, and I used to go to pubs where we weren't known, something we did quite often. Sometimes she would wear clothing showing off a particular part of her body, e.g low cut neckline, split skirt, see-through blouse, very short skirt with stockings, clothes so tight it was obvious her lack of underwear and the like. This type of evening started with her showing herself to me on...
Geraldine Fellows would never have claimed to be beautiful although she had, in the past, considered herself to be attractive and even, sometimes, quite sexy but now she was thinking that those days were long gone. She was only aged fifty-eight but she had lost most of her self-confidence after her husband had left her five years previously for a woman barely half his age.She was now divorced and living alone and, basical...
It had taken me a full ten minutes to realise that my girlfriend and I had wandered into a den of lesbian iniquity. It was disguised as a pub come nightclub and was populated by around ninety-nine per cent gay people, not that I minded because I didn’t. I considered myself the one per cent that was not outright gay, but I was considering my options at that time and had dabbled a little with my hands and lips. The pub seem...
