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I was in the hallway, casually chatting with every woman of interest. One woman in particular caught my fancy, she was of average build, long curly brunet hair, nice breasts, dressed in a way that attracts me immediately. There's something about a woman in a pantsuit that turns me on, probably the air of professionalism hiding a sexual being beneath. |
She was across the hall from me, and I was using all the charm that I have. Her husband; who immediately reminded me of an old style slick car salesman; was on the same side of the hall as me. He was only a couple of feet away. Between his legs, was this older woman with thinning hair. It’s amazing how you sometimes notice only one aspect of a person and that will be the predominant memory. Anyway, she had unleashed his cock and was greedily sucking on it, sucking on it in a way only an older woman who loves the feel of a younger man can do. The "salesman", was barely giving her recognition for the pleasure she was bestowing upon him. He was talking to his wife and others who passed by.
I like to think that his wife was amazed at his non-challant behavior. Casually receiving a blowjob, the way most of us would take in our next breath of air. Standing in a hall, a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. A woman, giving her best, trying to get a moments recognition from a man who doesn’t deserve the attention. Using every technique she acquired in her youth. Hopeing to recapture the feelings of her youth, for just one moment more.
The talk continued. His wife teasing him about allowing this older woman to suck his cock. A woman who has seen some hard years, her features worn and tired. His wife strokes the beer bottle that she’s holds. Emulating the motions that the woman is making on her husbands cock. She then takes a sip from her beer, and at the last moment decides to use her mouth to mimick the blowjob. Wrapping her lips around it, giving what could be considered perfect head. Wasted on only a bottle.
I felt sorry for the older woman, she only wanted a moments attention. She was to be denighed a the simplest of pleasures. Yet, she gave one of the greatest pleasures a man can receive.
I could take no more. I decided it was time for me to move on.
