Buddy and I was interested. We finally met at a bar for a few drinks and hit it off even though I am older than he is. Alcohol was working and durin... some sexy talk, he quickly slid his hand to my crotch. I was already hard and this was getting hotter by the minute! I got a chance to reach for his crotch and he suggested we go elsewhere. As we were leaving, he made a stop at the Men's room while I waited. Then I decided to use it myself. He was standing at the urinal and when I walked in. " I was afraid she knew I was looking up her skirt, but she didn't say anything, so I just went a long with it. I asked her if she needed anything else before I left. And she said "ya, there is one more thing I need you to clean." I asked her what? And she said "you forgot to clean me up. I got some ice tea on me too." I just thought that she meant to throw her clothes in the washing machine. So, I followed he to her room and what happened next, I still think is amazing. She started to take her. Provided he smiled, which he didn’t do much of as late. Brown eyes that saw color in rich unique blends as he painted, almost unnaturally long fingers from a man, slender but strong from working part-time as a landscaper, but giving him a touch upon the canvas that allowed quick smooth strokes of his brush. His entire world existed within the confines of his tiny studio. Much of which he’d ever painted sat in domino looking stacks along the walls, even the floor. Portraits, landscapes, even a. I licked the length of his shaft then sucked his cock back into my mouth. "Yessss, Oh my God," he moaned.It was hard to concentrate because his finger was still sliding in and out of my pussy. I started humping his hand and he quickened his pace, fingering me faster and faster. I let his cock slip from my lips and panted, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. Please don't stop!" He reached down and rubbed my clit with his other hand and I cried out, "Oh my God, Yessssss, I'm cummmming." My orgasm.