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Thursday afternoon at Antonios Nut House

A couple of years ago, I attended a M&G where I met an attractive woman my age (mid 50s) ... we talked and flirted, but our respective companions didn't hit it off particularly well. I later checked out her profile on SLS and decided I wanted to approach her slowly, allowing for lots of flirting and a buildup of anticipation. I invited her for mid-week afternoon cocktails at a large dive bar in nearby Palo Alto. The place was nearly deserted at 3pm when I arrived - there were perhaps ten other people in the whole place. Most of the booths were vacant, and the area near the pool table & restrooms at the back of the bar was completely empty.

She joined me at the bar, and we could barely keep our hands off each other. Sitting on the bar chairs facing each other, I could gently run my fingertips along the inside of her thighs. Kissing felt a bit forward, but the conversation flowed wonderfully. As we started a second round of drinks, she suggested we move to a booth, but I wanted to go to the back, as far as possible from the few people near the bar.

I asked her to sit in a regular bar chair next to a high-top cocktail table; I stood close to the chair and we enjoyed several deep wet kisses. By this time I had loosened my belt; with my left foot on the footrest of her chair and my blazer positioned to conceal the view, I took her hand and slid her fingers under my waistband. That was all the hint she needed, smoothly slipping her entire hand and forearm down my pants, wrapping it around my engorged cock, casually, like old familiar lovers. As someone would occasionally walk by to enter the restroom we would whisper jokingly to each other how sexy it was, right there in public, but not obvious to anyone but us.

I moved to stand even closer to her, as we were talking, enjoying our cocktails, laughing and kissing. She was drinking with one hand and gently jacking me with the other, occasionally sliding deeper to cup my freshly-waxed balls.

Eventually it was time to go; I had intentionally avoided getting a hotel room that day, wanting instead to allow thoughts of our public play to fuel the desire for a future play date. We struggled to keep our clothes on as we walked to our cars, however, and got embarrassingly chased away from the back parking lot of the restaurant next door. We finally settled for mutual oral delights in my SUV before finally, reluctantly parting ways.

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