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“So ya..so I’m trying to limit the fats and carbs, only really eating the meats and dairy, you need 3000 calories a day in a bulking phase like I’m in now…”
This guy had been telling me about his exercise routine, his diet, his carbs, his steps, his micros? macros? God knows…for must be 20 minutes straight without taking a breath.
He was nice to look at sure, but what a fucking bore.
He was the second date I’d arranged through my app this week, and he wasn’t even the worst.
The last one had ended up in his flat, but wasn’t anything to write home about.
If I could suffer through his ongoing monologue then at least he looked like he’d have a bit of stamina.
I looked to my left and sure enough caught the chubby guy a few tables away staring at me again.
He looked away quickly. Again.
Aww it was kind of cute.
Was he the same guy my date had pushed in front of at the counter? I think it was.
I stayed looking at him, twirling my long blonde hair in my fingers,waiting to see if he’d brave another glance.
He did and when our eyes met I gave him my best fuck me expression, for a laugh, to experience the thrill of teasing him so blatantly
I narrowed my eyes and wrinkled my nose in the way the guys liked, all the while subtly biting my bottom lip.
I swear I heard him gulp from here, and the clink and rattle of his utensils dropping even made my date turn around to see what happened.
I was bored, even feeling as horny as I was, I began wondering if this date was worth it.
The chubby guy excused himself from his dinner.
Who were they? Parents maybe?
Perhaps he was in town for a few days and was catching up. Or vice versa.
He headed toward the bathroom.
A wild crazy compulsion overcame me.
I’d been having thoughts like this more and more often, and I’d had just enough wine to act on it I decided.
Was it a mid-life crisis?
At a recently divorced 39, was the threat of the big 4-0 weighing on me?
Who knew?
” Sorry,” I said and put my hand on his to stop him speaking, ” ladies room.”
I got up, grabbed my handbag and walked toward the bathrooms, but instead of going into the ladies, I strode straight into the men’s room.
The guy from the other table had his back to me at the urinal so I took the chance to check myself in the mirror.
Makeup good, smokey eyes and lipstick un-smudged, hair blonde and flowing loosely around my shoulders, little flick side to side, nice.
Little black dress, neckline plunging exposing just enough of the shape of my heavy, but well formed breasts.
I stood up on tippy toes to check my ass.
No doubt I’d started gaining weight around my derrière, yet it still maintained a nice pert round shape, just much thicker than in my youth.
I took my eyes away and saw that my new friend was standing there gawking at me.
” Hey you!… You’ve been eye fucking me all night”
I challenged.
I hooked my short dress up even further, barely believing my own audacity.
I think the trick is to not let your conscious mind make any input fındıkzade escort whatsoever.
The dress rode high enough to expose the black silk gusset of my thong, and I quickly looped my thumb in the thin strings and pulled them down, following them all the way to my ankles.
I sprang back up and stepped out of the only underwear I wore and covered the distance between us in a couple of short steps, while simultaneously shrugging my arms out of the straps of my dress, letting it fall to my rounded hips, now wearing it like a belt.
The benefit of this, I thought, is that it hid the slight paunch that had developed at my lower belly. It was subtle, but a partner had mentioned it, saying it was actually sexy, but had left me a little self conscious.
My breasts now swaying freely seemed to have him hypnotised. His eyes followed my large pink nipples swing free, a look of terror on his face.
He wasn’t much to look at, a little heavy, early twenties I guessed, but handsome enough in his own way.
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backward into a cubicle.
It was small and cramped in there for the two of us.
After depositing my clutch bag on the cistern I lowered my hands to his belt, tugging eagerly at it.
I ran through my mind the logistics of our situation, working out how I was going to get down and suck this guy’s dick. It seemed impossible, no room to bend at the necessary angle, and I wasn’t about to go kneeling on a men’s room floor, no matter how classy this restaraunt was.
Oh well, unlucky bucko, I thought.
Then an idea hit me.
Ok so I couldn’t suck his dick, but I could give him another special treat.
I reached into my bag and retrieved the discreet bottle of fruit scented, water based lube (never leave for a date without it, wink) and thrust it into his hands.
” You’re going to bend me over right now and fuck my ass” I informed him
” But…er…I’ve not…never done…er…?” He stammered back.
” Listen champ it’s not rocket science, you won’t need an instruction manual, you’ll work it out I’m sure,” I teased.
I turned around, putting elbows on the door, bending over through 90 degrees, presenting him my jiggling buttocks, giving him a sight of my pretty pink asshole within.
I looked over my shoulder and gave him a sultry stare of encouragement. I felt the cold squidge of the lube hit my ass, and his fingers massaging the area of my crack, his finger tip occasionally pushing into my hole, stretching it slightly each time.
I let myself enjoy the sensation as he added another squirt and began again, this time letting his finger probe deeper into the unknown.
Lubed to his satisfaction I felt the nudge of his firm bellend against my puckered hole, but almost immediately he began shoving hard against it.
” Hey! Hold up cowboy” I called over my shoulder ” you’re going to want to take it slow. At first at least”
” Oh..er..sorry…but…” he apologised
I laughed internally at his cute stammerings until I felt the steady pressure pushing aksaray escort at my anus again, and my mind once more switched to the hot anticipation of what was to come.
I pushed out slowly to aid his entry, and his short back and forth movements gradually invaded me further and further against the resistance.
I’d not noticed even how big this guy was I realised, as more and more cock pushed into my backside.
I steadily pushed my violated ass backwards and onto his engorged cock until I felt myself give way and his dick slid all the way in, all the way to his base.
Oh okay, he was a decent size and more than enough to fill and stretch my tightest orifice.
He moved rhythmically back and forth, slowly pumping me from behind, eliciting unforced moans and squeaks from me.
I liked to encourage the men I’m with, sometimes making it feel a little insincere, but I was really enjoying the way this guy was fucking me, so let him know with quick “yes baby” squeals in time with his thrusts, and added groans of encouragement.
I didn’t usually cum from straight anal but could definitely feel the pleasure building within me as he increased his speed and urgency.
I suddenly felt claustrophobic. I needed to be free of this small box.
I opened the door and stumbled out into the wider bathroom, turning then hoping up on the countertop, between the sinks.
” Come on,” I called to him, as he still stayed stunned in the cubicle.
He followed out nervously, lube moistened tool in hand.
I positioned my hips over the edge to give him access to his hole again.
He re-entered my ass, much easier this time and continued thrusting into me.
” What if someone comes in?” He panicked.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the door opened and in walked a tall, middle aged man, balding but wearing a nice suit.
We froze. My new friend deep inside my asshole, my legs akimbo, my pussy displayed making it obvious where he had his dick and my round shaking breasts exposed.
The man turned to leave mumbling apologies.
” Wait!…wait!…” I called. ” Stay…watch. Watch this stud fuck my ass”
This was insane, I barely recognized this wanton slut.
Calling my friend a stud had spurred him on and he had once more started to pound into my slapping buttocks.
Baldy stopped and stared at us fucking like animals in front of him.
The feeling of eyes on me, my body being ravaged in front of these strangers, of being this whore, had taken me to the edge and I rubbed furiously at my clitoris, quickly making myself cum in waves of exquisite bliss.
Baldy’s hand covered his crotch. He must be dying to pull it out and start wanking it.
I maintained eye contact with him as I rocked back and forth from the hammering I was now taking, reaching up and squeezing my own breasts, pulling and stretching my nipples.
I stared into the face of the newly arrived, an expression of furious ecstasy on my face, as I rode out the last of my orgasm.
I suddenly remembered my date waiting at the eyüp escort table.
The entire encounter must have only lasted 5 minutes, but he was sure to be wondering if I’d skipped out.
I pushed my sweating chubby lover out of me.
I still wasn’t going to kneel on this floor, but now I had the room to squat down on my haunches, knees wide, butt resting on my high heels.
” You can cum on my face,” I told a shell shocked Chubbs
” You too,” I turned and said to Baldy
” But my wife…she’s…” he pointed to the door.
I smiled wickedly, “I won’t even touch you, surely that’s not cheating?” I suggested.
” Tell you what, just cum on the floor and I’ll just be in the way.” I laughed at my own crazy logic.
Baldy must have liked it because he made his way over, rock hard little dick in his hands.
I focused my attention on my partner taking his cock all the way into my mouth a couple of times. I tasted only the lube and it made me think of strawberries.
I jerked him desperately, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue.
I felt him tense and a long jet of his white spunk erupted from his twitching dick, hitting my cheek hard, shooting upwards making me close one eye briefly. It splashed up my nostril and trailed a thick line across my top lip teeth and tongue.
His second spurt shot straight to the back of my throat, his third, fourth and fifth, much less powerful, oozed and filled my mouth with cum, so much it dribbled down my chin and fell in sticky loops to my breasts.
The spectacle was enough for baldy and he came too, from about a foot above my face ( his wife would surely be relieved) squirting three thick spurts of his seed in straight diagonal lines across my face, the rest dribbling sadly from his quite small member.
I stood up and inspected the mess in the mirror.
Fuck! I looked like the special guest at a bukkake party, I thought delightedly
I swallowed what was in my mouth and used a finger to scoop some more ejaculate from my chin, licking it up hungrily, just for the show of it.
” Ok guys, get the fuck out of here”
“But I need a pee?” Pleaded baldy
I gave him a hard stare still covered in his cum.
They both left, tucking themselves in and trying to straighten out their ruffled clothes, so I began cleaning myself up and re-dressed.
By the time I got back to my table I saw Chubbs standing next to his table, bill already paid apparently, saying his goodbyes to his parents.
My date looked furious.
” Where the hell have you been? I thought you’d left?”
I felt my stud’s eyes on me as I walked right up to my date and kissed him deeply, letting my tongue push and explore into his mouth.
I winked discreetly at Chubbs as he smiled open mouthed and turned to leave.
Baldy was nowhere to be seen.
Taking my seat I saw that the food had arrived.
” Sorry babe, lady problems” I explained.
The catch all excuse never led to further questions.
” Yeah, well anyway, like I was saying the thing with carbs…”
He stopped himself from relaunching into his spiel and smacked his lips
” Hmm, that taste?,” a look of mild confusion on his face, “you ordered the oysters didn’t you?” He remembered.
My eyebrows raised and I bit both lips in a parody of innocence, nodding the affirmative
I just hoped he wouldn’t realise I had not eaten a bite yet.
Not from my plate at least!
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