It looked a little seedy from the outside--we used to call it The Jock’s Trap in my drinking days, but I wanted a beer and maybe a game of pool to h...lp me forget being reamed.Inside the air was cool, but had the sour smell of cigarettes and spilled drinks. My kind of place. I grabbed a stool at the bar and signaled the bartender. Her bleached blonde hair glowed blue in the neon light of the beer sign behind the bar. Somehow she had stuffed about 200 pounds into an ancient costume that looked. "is that better" she asked "can you see more clearly now"?. Could i see more clearly???she had sat back down with her kness just about as far apart as she could get them with her skirt high around her thighs. The view was astounding, yes she was wearing stockings, I gazed in wonderment at the naked flesh between her stocking tops and her white panties, my fantisy fullfilled, a mature woman in the office wearing stockings and suspenders. I reached out and stroked her leg carefully with my hand. " Did he make you cum?" Yeah. A few times, I think. Or maybe just one long orgasm. I don't know. All I know is it felt really good." Is he big? Is he bigger than me?" I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it."Yeah, he's huge. Bigger." How much bigger?"Jen reached over and turned on the light. Holding my dick in one hand, she motioned with her other. "About this much longer." Jen held her other hand about 4 inches past the tip of my cock. "And about this thick." The hand. I couldn't stop imagining what her lips would taste like-- strawberries, vanilla... The way she was positioned on the other end of the sofa could easily be mistaken for unspoken permission to satisfy her. With her legs tucked beneath her bottom, her posture caused her shiny metallic dress to rise higher up her sexy thighs, ever so close to exposing her underwear. Her head rested against the back of the sofa; her body on the arm, arched upward to an acute degree.She looked ever so uncomfortable,.