It was a typical Friday afternoon commute on the interstate. It was 4:00 pm, and all five eastbound lanes were bumper-to-bumper, stop-and-go at 20mph. Scott looked at his iPhone GPS map and read that he still had sixty-three miles to his house, and the estimated drive time was two hours and sixteen minutes.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he said aloud to no one in his car. “This is usually an hour drive with no traffic.” He cursed his boss for having a Friday afternoon meeting at 2:00 pm, “You cocksucker, Sachs!”
As Scott moved along at a snail’s pace, he saw the upcoming exit sign for First Avenue. It triggered his memory that there was a craft brewery just off the freeway. He made a split-second decision to go to the brewery and merged toward the right and the exit lane. Scott was an admitted craft beer geek and followed this business on several social media platforms.
As he pulled up to the smaller brewery, Scott could see that on the side patio, there was already a three-person band playing and a food truck in the back corner. He thought to himself, Best decision of the day.
He had been to Tri-Valley Brewing Company several times, and his local taphouse poured their beers often. He hadn’t taken but three steps into the room when he heard his name yelled. Scott’s head snapped to see who it was. There he saw Ben, the sales rep who called on his local tap house. He had hosted several “Tap Takeovers,” pouring new beers and giving away brewery swag to the beer club members.
The two shook hands and walked toward the bar. “I’ve got your first beer,” said Ben.
After receiving their pints, Ben introduced Scott to several off-duty production employees, including the brewmaster, and a few of the regular customers sitting at the L-shaped bar. One woman was a short, cute woman with brunette hair, named Jen. The two smiled at each other.
Scott finished his conversation with Ben, telling him, “Get Bob to order this new Hoppy Pilsner. It’s delicious.”
As Scott turned back to the group he had just met, Jen was looking right at him and smiling. He walked around the corner of the bar and properly introduced himself.
“Hi Jen, I’m Scott. Scott Kerr. Is this seat taken?” he said.
After sitting down and learning her last name, they started chatting. He learned that she owned a local accounting and tax business in town, was in her mid-fifties, had been divorced for ten years, and had two adult girls in their late twenties. Jen was dressed casually in a short-sleeve red gingham shirt, showing off her ample cleavage.
She also told him, “I do the books for the brewery. The owner’s wife is my sister.”
Their chemistry was undeniable, and their ongoing flirting amused Jen’s friends. Finally, after twenty minutes, Sheryl said, “Why don’t you two go outside and kiss?” Both Jen and Scott blushed.
He grabbed her hand. “OK, let’s go outside.” Jen did not put up a fight and winked at Sheryl as she walked by.
When the new acquaintances stopped on the back patio, Scott tried to cut the tension, “Here’s to new friends,” he said, holding up his glass to clink glasses.
“New friends,” Jen told him. She took a sip of her beer and continued, “So, are you going to kiss me?”
Scott smiled and took her glass from her hand, then put down both beers on a picnic table. He softly held her shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her lips softly several times. Jen kissed back.
“That was nice,” she said, looking past him. “My friends are watching. Let’s give them a show. Let’s make out a bit.”
The two quickly embraced and were playing tongue hockey, kissing aggressively as their hands rubbed each other’s backs. Scott whispered, “Slow down. Soft and sensual.”
They kissed for about twenty seconds when someone from the bar yelled, “Get a room!”
Jen started laughing, as did Scott, thereby ending the kiss. The two sheepishly walked back inside and took their original seats. Josh, the twenty-something bartender, took the fire extinguisher off the wall and said, “Let’s put out this fire!”
A while later, Scott and Jen went outside again, but this time it was for tacos and a bit of dancing. Most of the crew with Jen had already departed, and Scott was surprised to observe that it was now 6:00 pm.
“I need to stop drinking before I drive home,” he said. He looked at Google Maps, and the drive time home was now ninety minutes. “I’ll leave in thirty or forty minutes.”
Jen softly held his hand, “Or you could spend the night at my place. I live less than a mile away.”
Scott smiled, “Are you propositioning me?”
“Maybe,” she replied. “You’ll have to come over to find out.”
They went to the taco truck, ordered some food to go, and Scott purchased a four-pack of beer to go, and went to pay his tab.
Josh smiled, “This is your lucky day. Ben’s covering your beers. Hey, do you want the fire extinguisher?”
**
Jen opened the front door from the inside as Scott was walking up the sidewalk. “Welcome to my home,” she said with a grin.
He followed her into the modest kitchen and set the box of tacos and beers on the classic farm table in the kitchen. He looked around the room and laughed internally, Jen had many of the same trendy style, accessories, and decorations as his sister.
“You must shop at Target and Home Goods,” he said, laughing. “My sister has some of the same stuff.”
“I like her already,” replied Jen.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up into his eyes. Scott thought she was a cute woman, nice personality, and could see himself dating her long-term. He tilted his head and kissed her softly on the lips.
Scott looked her in the eyes, and whispered, “Thanks for allowing me to spend the night tonight, but, just so you know, I don’t fuck on the first date.”
This caused both to laugh.
“That’s the only reason I brought you home!” she teased. “Why don’t we save the tacos for later. Follow me to the bedroom.”
**
Scott asked for a washcloth to freshen up, but Jen told him, “I’ve got a better idea,” as she turned on the shower.
They were soon lathering up each other’s bodies. Jen was pleased with the size of Scott’s manhood, and he was paying special attention to her big boobs. Their tongues continued to waltz, cha-cha, and salsa dance. Scott washed down her ass crack, teased her starfish, and asked her to do the same.
“You like the twin girls, don’t you,” she said, giggling.
“I do,” replied, giving a light squeeze to both fun bags.
“After a long, hot Friday, we’ll feel better after cooling off,” Jen said, turning down the hot water.
Ten minutes later, the two were on her bed kissing, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Her hand was firmly wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. Scott was using two fingers to tease her labia, going up and down with medium pressure. Jen was moaning very lightly while Scott released a deep sigh.
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Jen made the first move, sliding down the bed and taking his throbbing cock into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue licked his shaft as she slowly went up and down. Her other hand was massaging Scott’s aching testicles and pulling on his shaved ball sack. She then licked his scrotum.
“Yesssss,” moaned Scott. “Suck my balls.”
Their eyes met in the heat of passion. Jen smiled and slowly took one ball into her mouth. She sucked on it, her tongue flicked it, and she then released it quickly from her mouth, making a “POP” sound.
She ran her tongue up his veiny shaft, circled his bell-shaped crown, and lightly sucked on just the head. Jen teased him with the light sucking technique for several seconds before deep throating his fat seven inches. Scott thrust, shoving his crown down her throat, causing her to gag. He then pushed her head down on his manhood and started to face fuck her hard and fast for a few seconds.
Jen’s mouth was drooling all over his cock and balls, she was repeatedly gagging, and Scott kept at it. “Worship my cock!” he said before stopping.
She gasped for air, wiped her hand in the spit, and stroked his throbbing shaft. She looked at him with watery eyes, wondering what he’d do next. Scott grinned at her. “You enjoyed that, right?”
She smiled, “Yes, Daddy. Make me your slut. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good. I’m going to eat your pussy and then fuck your brains out. Would you like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Jen said.
They quickly moved positions, and Jen had many of her large bed pillows behind her back and neck, propped up so she could see everything. Scott also put one under her butt, raising her honey pot several inches. He nestled in between her legs and kissed his way up her inner thighs.
“Tell me what you enjoy. Stuff like softer or harder, licking or sucking, etc,” he whispered.
Jen had her legs spread wide exposing her shaved pussy. Scott started low at the “taint,” and slowly licked up toward her clitoris, making sure not to touch her hot button with his tongue. The tip pressed deep into her pink canal, and he wiggled it side to side, causing her to softly moan. He licked up and down a few times before finally circling her throbbing clit.
Moaning, Jen softly said, “Suck my clit.”
Scott smiled, loving that he was with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to give direction. He locked his mouth over her labia and clitoris and sucked and slurped. He soon focused just on his pleasure nub, sucking, kissing, and flicking her tic-tac. Jen was pressing her cunt into his mouth as she raised her hips, and her hands rested softly on Scott’s head between her legs.
“Oohhh, yes. Finger me,” Jen said in a half-moan, half-whisper.
Scott chuckled internally, noting again how she was not afraid to express what she wanted sexually. He easily slipped one finger into her soaking wet pussy. He quickly added a second finger and curled them up in search of her G-spot.
Jen’s moans intensified twofold in quantity and loudness as he rubbed her sacred spot. He toyed with her, switching from slow to quick finger motions and in light to hard pressure. Scott then felt her pink walls spasm and then went into full convulsions as she started to climax.
“I’m cumming!” she exclaimed.
Scott replied, sarcastically, “I know!”
He changed gears and started banging her kitty with his two fingers as she was riding the wave of her orgasmic bliss. Ten seconds later Jen screamed a high-pitched squeal, and she squirted a jet of liquid, soaking Scott’s hand.
“Ya, that’s right, baby girl! Squirt for Daddy!” he said, laughing.
Jen mumbled, “Stop. Please, stop.”
Scott looked down at her, now on his knees on the bed. She looked exhausted. And sexually satisfied. “Was that a big orgasm?” he asked.
“The biggest,” she said in a whisper. Jen paused for a moment, then said, “I need you to fuck me, right now.”
The End – Chapter One
