I met Laura almost as soon as I started working at the bar. She would hang out at least 3 nights a week, some times she'd be alone, sometimes with another 30 something girl she worked with at a car dealership. She and her friend were a little out of place after 10pm or so when the locals went home, and the college k**s really started to pour in.

She'd flirt with the k**s sometimes, but most 21 year olds have no use for a 30-35 year old. Not me though. I'd talk with her early in the afternoon when I got to work, and sometimes convince her to stay longer even though I was super busy. Hey, she was a good tipper in a land of cheap skates!

Anyway she figured out that if she was nice to me I'd slip her and her friend a free drink every now and again. This let to some flirting of our own, and then some down right raunchy talk. I thought this was all bull shit communing from a separated, but not divorced mother of 3, but It killed time in the beginning and helped me hone my skills with the younger crowd.

One night Laura showed up alone at about 8pm. She started to talk her usual smack. mostly "If I was a bit younger and you were a bit older" stuff, but as the night went on, it started to sound real. So I called her bluff. I told her she wouldn't know what to do with it if she had it, or some such shit, and she bit...hard. She asked what I was doing after work, and I looked at her and said "you" Eyes dead on her, with no smile to see if she'd call my bluff.

She didn't. I kinda panicked. I didn't really think I wanted to fuck and "old" lady. but fuck it. If it sucked, I'd just blow her off after words.
I got out of work after 1am, well past her bed time, and she had been drinking steadily since 9 or so, so she was pretty bold when we got back to my place.
I tried to make some small talk in the family room, but my roommate was home, and he came out to check things out. After a few minutes of us all talking, I could tell she was fading fast so I asked her if She wanted to spend the night. She told me her ex had the k**s so as long as I could get her back to her car by morning she was cool with it.

Now guys I'd slept with maybe 5 or 6 people before I started working at the bar, so I was no smooth mother fucker in bed, In fact, I was still kind of spooked by the whole fuck someone's mom thing, but After sliding into bed with her, and fondling her tit's for a while, I went ahead and fucked her.

Wow, what a wet pussy! That's the first thing I thought when I put my dick in her. She was fucking SLOPPY! The second thing I noticed was she was a freak. Compared to the girls I'd banged up till this point in my life, she was a moaner. a screamer, and a fucking excellent cock sucker.

I fucked her missionary for a good 20min and pulled out to blow a load on her belly. Then she tells me its ok to leave it in, she's had her tubes tied. I'm thinking "now she tells me!"

We slept for a few hours before I had to drag my ass out of bed to take her to her car so she could get to work. This is when things got cool. When I drop her off at the bar, she reaches over and grabs my cock and starts to fondle it. Now I'm half awake and think she's just playing, but shit man, she's not, and the next thing I know after a few kisses, she goes down on my in the parking lot. I couldn't cum, I was too nervous, but I have remembered that moment for the rest of my life.

So that was the beginning of Me and Laura. For close to the next 2 years I would fuck her a least once a week. and for another year or so after I left the bar, I'd still fuck her once a month or so. It was great. She introduced me to the concept of "booty call"
She had a life, she didn't need or want me in it. She just wanted someone younger to give a fuck about her every now and again and to fuck her silly as often as possible.

She'd call me from her job and come over at lunch just to fuck. That's it 30-40 minutes of fucking, and gone. The shit was great. No pretending to care about her drama, or mine, just come over fuck and suck, and go.

I was worried as I started to fuck other girls that she'd find out, but she either didn't care, or never knew I was boning half of Fairfax,VA.


Anyway. That's Laura. She was a great part of my life for almost 3 years. fucking, lots and lots of sucking, and a little anal.
But like all things this to came to an end. She divorced, and finally found someone to take care of her for real.

But I still think of her and the greatest blow job memory ever!