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Bar Pickup

There is a dance bar in my city that has been there for as long as I can remember. It is known as a place "older" people go to dance (or sometime pickup).

The place does not look like it has been redecorated since the 70's and the age range of the people starts at 40's and goes to probably 70's. I go there every once in a while as I do enjoy the music and the people watching can be fun.

I went one Thursday night. It was still pretty early and there were not many people in the place. I am in my 40's and look pretty young. I was definitely one of the younger ones that night.

I ordered a drink and sat at the big circular bar. There were a couple of small groups of people at tables, some couples dancing, and probably 10 people (all men, with one couple) sitting at the bar.

I noticed her immediately when she walked in (she was hard to miss). She looked to be in her late 40's, she had blonde hair, and was in very good physical shape. She was dressed to get attention in a short skirt, high heels with stockings and a low cut blouse that accentuated her very large breasts.

She sat on the other side of the bar from me and I enjoyed the view as she ordered a drink. I watched as one of the men on that side of the bar wasted no time in approaching her. I am not sure what she said, but he quickly retreated.

As she got her drink, it looked like she smiled and winked at me. I was thinking about approaching her when a second man began to talk to her. This one was even older than the first and had a large beer gut. I was not surprised to see that he did not stay by her side long either.

A few minutes later I KNOW I saw her smile at me as she took a sip of her drink. I thought 'what the hell, it's Thursday' and picked up my drink and walked over to her side of the bar.

"Mind if I have a seat?" pointing to the bar stool next to her. I figured being straight forward was the best approach and if she wasn't interested I could just keep walking.

"Please do," she smiled up at me. "Took you long enough."

"What?" I said.

"Took you long enough to come over here. I have been trying to get your attention. I'm Connie." she held out her hand.

I introduced myself. "I watched you shoot those guys down and wasn't sure you wanted company tonight."

"Not from them. I am looking for the right kind of company," she leaned over giving me an almost full view of her breasts as her shirt pulled open.

We began making idle conversation, talking about what we like to drink, different people in the bar...chit chat. She laughed at something I said and placed her hand on my leg as emphasis. I was pleased to notice she did not remove it as we continued to talk. As we talked she would rub my leg, moving further and further up. I know she had to notice how hard she was making me.

A good slow song came on and she grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. We began slow dancing and she was really grinding on me. the dance floor was fairly dark, so I got bold and moved one hand to her ass. I could hear her moan approval. She was making a point of rubbing against my hard manhood, leaving little doubt what she had in mind.

Once the song ended, we went back to our place at the bar. There was now an older man sitting on the seat on the other side of me, but I did not pay him any attention.

Then I heard him say, "You want another drink Connie?"

She shook her head no. "Do you know him?" I asked.

"Don't pay attention to him, that's just my husband."

I nearly fell off my bar stool as I turned to look at him.

"Hey, he is fine." she said as putting her hand back on my thigh. "He loves to see me enjoy myself, and I know I will enjoy myself with you." she moved her hand up and gave my cock a squeeze.

I looked at her husband and he was smiling. I turned back to Connie and she put her hand behind my neck and pulled our faces close, "You have made me so horny. Jim doesn't mind when I have my fun, as a matter of fact he encourages it. We live close by if you would like to move this party to a more private place?"

I was still a little in shock, but the combination of her hand on my crotch and the great view of cleavage I was getting made me shake my head yes.

We went out to the parking lot and Connie said, "If it's okay, I will ride with you so we don't have to worry about losing you."

She got into the passenger seat of my car and we headed out. She wasted no time in unzipping me and pulling me out for stroking. It wasn't practical for her to go down on me since she had to give directions. I did manage to reach over and put a hand down her front, pinching her nipples.

It only took 5 minutes to get to their house. It was huge and obviously expensive.

We all went inside and I was lead to a large living room. "Make everyone drinks will you Jim? I need to freshen up." Jim went to a bar in the corner and soon came back carrying a drink for me. He seemed to be her silent butler, but also seemed to be fine with a younger guy coming in and banging his wife.

In a few minutes, Connie returned to the room. My jaw about hit the floor when I saw what she was wearing. She had changed into an all red outfit. She had on red stockings, red high heels, a red garter belt, and red shelf bra that left her tits exposed. She also had on a sheer red robe that was completely see through.

She came over to the couch and took her drink from Jim. She moved very close to me on the couch. And rubbed me as she took a sip. She put her drink on the table and said "I can't wait any longer," as she unbuckled my pants and took out my raging hard on. She quickly took me in her mouth and worked on me like an expert.

I could see Jim had taken up a position on a chair close by. He had pulled himself out and was stroking as he watched.

Connie pulled up and we began a long, intense kissing session. She stroked me and I played with her fantastic tits. Even though she was older, she had obviously had a boob job. But the doctor had done a great job (nice what money can buy) and she had large stiff nipples that I love.

As we kissed, she began working off my clothes until I was completely naked. Once I was nude, she threw a leg over and mounted me. She was so wet, she slide all the way in immediately.

She began riding me and started talking dirty. Telling me to fuck her harder, telling me how much she enjoyed it, and giving her husband encouragement as he stroked.

Very quickly I could feel her tense up and then scream in orgasm. She was soaking my legs (and I guessed the couch) with her juices. Right after she came, I saw her look over at her husband and told him to cum for her as she continued to squirm on me. I watched as he stood up and walked over with his pants around his ankles. He got right next to her as she opened her mouth and took his load. He may have been old, but he gave her a huge shot of cum.

"Okay, your turn." Connie said as she climbed off of me. I watched as she moved to the end of the couch and bent over. "Give it to me hard and deep."

I walked around to the end of the couch and was amazed at the view. Seeing her bent over, heels still on, legs in stockings...I wasted no time in plunging deep inside her as I grabbed her by the hips. I started pumping her, slow at first, but then quicker. She was yelling at me to fuck her good and telling me how good I felt, in between screams.

I knew I could not hold out much longer, but could also feel her getting close. I was ramming her very hard now and was on the verge when I felt her shake and knew she was cumming. I kept pumping as she bucked. I finally pushed deep inside her and shot my load.

We both feel into a heap on the couch. We talked a bit and I found out she was actually 56 years old. She looked amazing for any age, but that made it more impressive.

We ended up fu cking several more times that night before I finally went home. She and I have met a few times since that first night, and she never disappoints.

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