Straight Male / 21
My friends and I had a special beach-side restaurant and bar, Joe's Place, we liked a lot. I knew the owner since my freshman year in college. Joe was a likable man, quiet, and for some reason I suspected he was gay...not that t meant anything to me. A lot of the students loved the place, also and one day Joe introduced us to his new bartender, a middle-aged woman (suspect around late 40's). Her name was Ingrid and she was around 5'5" o so and had to be older than my mother. Ingrid looked like a tired housewife who had raised children and now showed weariness in her face. I know that you know exactly what I am describing here.
Joe's menu was small but good. He made Philly sandwiches with great beef, and hamburgers all served with cold beer. He even carried Dos Equis a Mexican beer I love. If I had more money I'd weigh 100 lbs. more than I do just from Joe's hamburgers.
in my Junior year I moved out of the campus dorm and into a tiny apartment not far from Joe's and the beach. I told Joe about my new place and he eventually told Ingrid. Ingrid had taken a liking to me and asked if I needed curtains or anything for my tiny place. After a couple of weeks she asked me to show her my tiny, new pad. I consented. We went on her day off, Wednesday, after my last class.
When we entered my studio apt. with the cot and small cooking area with a sink and fridge. Ingrid said, not bad for s student. Without a word, she took the pins our of her hair, let it flow, and undressed. Though speechless, I was, after all, still in my teens and my penis rose to the occasion. She sat on my cot and pulled me over to her, standing up and proceeded to give me an eating out that I had never dreamed about. She fondled my balls and took each on into her mouth and sucked and licked it, then switched and drove my hard cock as far in her throat as it could go while still able to lick my balls.
She started fucking me and she was Olympian, a total sex athlete. The tired, weary woman I thought she was totally faded and was replaced by a sexual hellion. She also seemed insatiable and we started fucking in the bar as well. This middle-aged woman must have drained me, a poor undernourished teenager, 1,000 times. She even had me stand in behind the bar and serve beers to customers while she blew me below the bar. Joe caught us a few times. At one point, he said, "Never let it be said that Joe's Place does not have hidden benefits."
Ingrid was at my joint so often that it seemed unreal. I wondered if she had fucked her poor husband into an early grave. I once heard activity in the back supply room and after it ceased, Joe came out, combing his hair and said, "She's not finished, go see what you can do with her."
I knew then that Joe was not gay. Those were my most memorable times in college.
Joe's menu was small but good. He made Philly sandwiches with great beef, and hamburgers all served with cold beer. He even carried Dos Equis a Mexican beer I love. If I had more money I'd weigh 100 lbs. more than I do just from Joe's hamburgers.
in my Junior year I moved out of the campus dorm and into a tiny apartment not far from Joe's and the beach. I told Joe about my new place and he eventually told Ingrid. Ingrid had taken a liking to me and asked if I needed curtains or anything for my tiny place. After a couple of weeks she asked me to show her my tiny, new pad. I consented. We went on her day off, Wednesday, after my last class.
When we entered my studio apt. with the cot and small cooking area with a sink and fridge. Ingrid said, not bad for s student. Without a word, she took the pins our of her hair, let it flow, and undressed. Though speechless, I was, after all, still in my teens and my penis rose to the occasion. She sat on my cot and pulled me over to her, standing up and proceeded to give me an eating out that I had never dreamed about. She fondled my balls and took each on into her mouth and sucked and licked it, then switched and drove my hard cock as far in her throat as it could go while still able to lick my balls.
She started fucking me and she was Olympian, a total sex athlete. The tired, weary woman I thought she was totally faded and was replaced by a sexual hellion. She also seemed insatiable and we started fucking in the bar as well. This middle-aged woman must have drained me, a poor undernourished teenager, 1,000 times. She even had me stand in behind the bar and serve beers to customers while she blew me below the bar. Joe caught us a few times. At one point, he said, "Never let it be said that Joe's Place does not have hidden benefits."
Ingrid was at my joint so often that it seemed unreal. I wondered if she had fucked her poor husband into an early grave. I once heard activity in the back supply room and after it ceased, Joe came out, combing his hair and said, "She's not finished, go see what you can do with her."
I knew then that Joe was not gay. Those were my most memorable times in college.
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