My Night Out
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It’s Friday, and Mike texts me to meet him at the downtown bar for dinner. A little bit about me; I’m 51 years old 5’5″ tall, 36B-29-38 – nothing special, but happy with myself. I decide on wearing my black dress with the slit up the front that stops mid-thigh, thigh-high stockings and my silver stilettos. I’m going to wear my hair down; I don’t have time to change it. It’s almost five so I grab a taxi and head to the bar. I arrive at the bar but I don’t see Mike anywhere. I take a seat on a barstool, order a drink and turn to search the crowd of him. While I’m looking for him a gentleman comes up and asks, “Is this seat taken?” I respond, “No, please help yourself.” Then he asks, “Can I buy you a drink?” “Thank you, that would be nice.” “Would you like some company?” “Sure, if you want, but just so you know I am waiting on my husband. He should be here any minute.” “Oh, he’s not the jealous type is he?” I laugh, “No, he never escort beylikdüzü gets jealous. He always tells me he’s not the jealous type.” He laughs and orders two drinks. Then he says, “Where are my manners; my name is Ted.” “Pleased to meet you, Ted, I’m Candy.” “Tell me about yourself, Candy.” “Not much to tell; I’m a designer, I like the outdoors and I love music. What about you?” “I’m a corporate manager, I’m single. I like to camp, but don’t get to go often because of work.” “Oh, excuse me, my phone is vibrating. It’s my husband.” I answer my phone and Mike tells me he isn’t going to be able to make it. When he was leaving the office his boss stopped him. Mike’s boss said he needed him to work late. “He just told me he’s not going to make it. He he has to work late. Well, I guess I will just go home.” “If you don’t mind eating with a stranger you could join me. I hate to eat alone and escort akbatı would enjoy the company.” “Oh, that is nice of you, but I can’t have you buying me dinner.” “It would be my pleasure.” We get a table and have a wonderful dinner and lots of wine and laughter. After we are done Ted offers to drive me home. “It’s late, and you shouldn’t stand out here alone. Let me take you home.” “Well, if you don’t mind. I think that would be very nice.” “Lets go, my car is right down on the corner.” We drive to the house. I notice no lights on, which means Mike still isn’t home. I ask Ted if he would like to come in for a drink. He accepts and we go inside. I make us a drink and we sit on the couch talking and laughing. He casually puts his hand on my knee. I smile, and then he slowly slides it up my leg a little at a time. As the conversation turns to sex I start getting very horn, so I lean in and lightly escort beylikdüzü kiss him on the lips. He presses into the kiss and parts his lips. His tongue darts out and meets mine. I moan into his mouth as his hand reaches my panties. I am getting so aroused that I push him back onto the couch and climb onto his lap. I start to undo his shirt while shoving my tongue deep in his mouth. I suddenly remember my husband; I stop and say, “We can’t, I’m married.” Ted responds, “Oh, I’m sorry! I completely forgot about that. ” “It is just as much my fault as yours. I think you are so sexy and I got lost in the moment. Oh, right now how I wish I was single!” “Well, we could pretend that you are single.” He places his hand on my thigh and I spread my legs slightly. He again moves his hand up my leg to my panties, which are now soaked. I can’t think, I want him so bad! I place my hand over the bulge in his pants and lean in for a deep passionate kiss. He is stroking my pussy through my panties. I am dripping wet. I want him in my mouth so bad. I undo his pants, pulling out his eight-inch cock, and suck the head deep into my mouth. I pull back and suck it in deeper until I start to feel him deep in my throat.
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