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I am a fifty-year-old bloke – well educated but not arsey. Slim, balding, blue/grey eyes. I run my own successful business. Wicked sense of humour. I am in pretty good shape for my age but if you are looking for a story where the man is ripped to a six-pack and hung like a babies arm holding an orange with balls like melons, then perhaps you might like to look elsewhere. I am told I am good fun and I have wide and varied interests and can hold a sensible discussion on most subjects. I like nice quality casual clothes and like to look like I care! No tattoos or piercings.The stories that follow are all true and are real encounters over a number of years – only names and some locations have been changed to prevent any embarrassment for anyone.I have run my own Bistro for over ten years – I own it outright and have a staff of nine. I used to run it with my wife until she left me for the much younger wine company rep that used to supply our wines!! The Bistro is nothing fancy but it’s not a greasy spoon either – we serve well cooked simple fresh food in nice contemporary surroundings backed up with first class service.We are open seven days a week so my leisure time and time to meet people that interest me is severely limited.I would describe my orientation as open minded. Most of my encounters have been with women but I guess I could be described as bi-curious. I have had a few encounters with men – mutual masturbation and oral sex but I have never had anal sex with a man. I wouldn’t rule it out but it hasn’t happened yet. I am quite interested in mildly kinky things – I love wearing a cock ring for super hard erections and I often wear a ball stretching weight – partly to achieve lower hanging balls but also because it feels great having a heavy weight swinging between my legs when I am rushing around the Bistro – it also feels slightly ‘naughty’ serving people who are totally oblivious (hopefully!) that I have got a 500 gram stainless steel weight clamped around my scrotum!! I am not circumcised and I keep my pubic hair cut really short and my balls are always shaved smooth – not for any reason other than I like it and to shave all my pubic hair off makes me look like a freshly plucked chicken! So it’s short above my manhood – shaved below and I Immac my ass crack every so often – I really don’t like hairy arses either on me or anyone else.I decided as an amusing mind joke that I imagined making love to everyone that sat at table twelve. It’s a table in the middle of the Bistro and although I flirt outrageously with some of our customers, it’s not possible to have a proper conversation and asking someone out on a date would be overheard by many other diners.I designed some cards on my laptop and printed out a few – along the lines ‘I have really enjoyed our brief meeting. I would really like to take you out on a date. If you would like that too then please drop me a line at reservationtable12@gmail.com.‘ The vast majority never replied but here are the accounts of a few that did and have stuck in my memory for various reasons!!   AliAli was a woman in her late forties – well-upholstered and a really pretty face. Five foot three-ish and a happy ready smile and a really mucky laugh. She was a dead-ringer for Jane McDonald the famous cruise ship singer even down to the Northern England accent but with curlier hair! Curly dark hair and nice clear complexion – I guessed that there must be some Italian beylikdüzü escort blood somewhere in the past – she was still slightly tanned even though it was early December. Very little jewellery but what she did wear was good quality. I will be perfectly honest – the thing that drew me to her was her chest! She had pretty big everything but the thing that caught my eye was her huge chest – large round breasts and looking at her from behind her breasts were wider than her rib cage! She was a regular and had lunch almost every Tuesday lunchtime – the thing that stopped me passing her the card was the fact that usually she had lunch with a couple of girlfriends but sometimes she had two small boys with her. It came up in conversation that the kids were her sisters – she quite pointedly told me that her own kids were adults and away making their own ways in life.It was less than a week before she emailed me and we agreed to meet for lunch and a glass of wine – she suggested at her house – I guess partly she would feel more relaxed in her own home and safer – the devil in me thought it was so she could bed me.I found her house without any issue – a small terraced house on the outskirts of Manchester – unassuming but nicely kept. I was ushered into the lounge and offered a glass of wine or a beer. I chose the latter. Alison was wearing her usual outfit – jeans a size too small and a baggy but nice quality olive green jumper – baggy enough to cover the bulges but nowhere near big enough to hide her breasts. She looked lovely. I sank my beer to help me relax and she had knocked back a glass of wine so I guess she was feeling a little nervous too. Looking at the bottle on the worktop it wasn’t her first glass of the day either! Good choice though a nice quality Sauvignon Blanc.She said that since offering to make lunch she had regretted it as she wasn’t a very good cook. I told her my favourite food was beans on toast and she nearly choked on her wine. The devil in me thought it was a quick meal and that we could get to ‘dessert’ sooner!! I assured her that I was a connoisseur on beans on toast – has to be Heinz beans, wholemeal toast and real salted butter.Over lunch, we talked about the usual bullshit that new couples usually do – the weather, how long she had lived there etc. It came up in conversation that she was widowed ten years ago. Her husband literally dropped dead at just thirty-six years old. That kind of put a downer on proceedings and I tried to lighten the mood – it was a pleasure to meet someone who hasn’t previously suffered my repertoire of jokes and funny stories! We finished our lunch and retired to her lounge with a nice cup of coffee – I declined another beer as I was driving later. I was ushered to the sofa and I was pleased she chose to sit next to me rather than on one of the chairs.We talked about all sorts of things and we just got on really well – an observer would have thought we had known each other for a long time. We laughed and giggled like teenagers. She got up to get herself another glass of wine and offered me another beer which I declined. As she returned I could help but notice that she had a serious case of camel toe going on – had she pulled her jeans up tight to turn me on or was I just flattering myself? She sat even closer to me this time and I casually slipped my left arm around her and she responded by nestling into the crook of my arm – the bahcesehir escort bayan weight and warmth of her left breast felt good pressed against meI put my right hand on her hip and she looked me in the eyes as I leant forward to kiss her. She leaned towards me and we kissed gently – slowly and like adults rather than desperate teenagers. We kissed again and again and my attention wandered to her earlobes and her neck – she smelled of a good quality perfume – I couldn’t name it but it wasn’t cheap stuff. She loved having her neck kissed and moaned almost like she was about to have a mini orgasm.My right hand had slipped inside her jumper almost subliminally and my hand rose over her tummy rolls gently caressing her until my hand reached the cup of her bra. Her breasts didn’t disappoint – they were huge, heavy and warm. I caressed her breasts and gently squeezed her bra where I thought her nipples would be and soon after, I could feel the outline of her swollen nipple through the fabric of her bra. I kissed her neck as I gently pinched her nipple and saw her mouth fall open a little as she let out a deep long moan and arched her back a little increasing the pressure of my hand on her breast.Her legs were uncrossed but together and I moved my free hand from under her jumper to her thigh – she parted her legs very slightly – and I moved my hand closer to her inner thigh just short of her crotch.As we kissed again my hand gently pressed upon her mound – my fingers traced the outline of her camel toe and the kissing got more passionate.She whispered that she hadn’t had a lover for over 5 years and that I would have to be patient and gentle – I promised I would be and I meant it. I wanted nothing more than to give this lovely woman the best pleasures I could.Figuring this would be a good time to mention it I told her I was slightly spooked by all the photos of her husband and kids on the walls and mantelpiece – I felt like I was being watched.It was her suggestion to go upstairs and I followed her up the steep narrow stairs to her bedroom. I swear she wiggled her lovely round arse more than any woman normally does – she could probably sense my eyes boring into her ass cheeks like little laser beams!She closed the curtains enough to give a dim light but not quite dark and walked directly toward me confidently pulling her jumper over her head to reveal her huge chest. We hugged and she pulled my top off over my head – the warmth and pressure of her chest against mine was wonderful. I reached around her back and unclipped her bra.Her breasts were surprisingly firm for a woman nearing fifty with such a big chest. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes whilst my hands explored every inch of her fabulous breasts.I slipped my hands downwards and fondled her nicely rounded arse gently pulling her towards me – enough so that she could easily tell I was hard. I stood slightly to one side and as my hand moved to between her legs she moved her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants. I stood back slightly to undo her trousers and caught my first real sight of her breasts – large, firm, full and rounded with dark semi-erect nipples – I couldn’t wait any longer to enjoy them and as I undid her belt and the single button on her jeans and the zip I started wiggling them down over her full hips. Eventually, I managed to get them off – they were tight all the way down and I ended up on my knees as she escort bayan beylikdüzü stepped out of her jeans and her panties came off with them – I looked up and was greeted by a beautifully shaped but incredibly dense full bush of dark curly hair. Not a hair out of place. It was a long time since I had seen a full bush – most women now seem to be removing every trace of body hair.We stood facing each other and hugged tightly – her hands turned to my trousers and she struggled to undo the buttons so I helped her – as she undid my zip they fell to the floor and her hand returned to the aching bulge in my underwear. Her hand slipped in my waistband and stroked my manhood – she smiled as she squeezed so I guess she was happy with what she found.I nodded towards the bed and she laid down on her back – I took my underwear and socks off and lay beside her – both completely naked at long last. I laid down on her right side and put my left arm around her shoulders my right hand already busy cupping her left breast and gently drawing tiny circles around her nipple – watching it darken and expand until it was the shape of a raspberry. Her areolas were dark and well defined and I leaned forward and traced circles around her nipples with my tongue, leaning back every so often to check the effect. Alternating from left to right she was soon making some fabulous noises of appreciation. Her breathing was deep and slow and I could have laid there for a long time just keeping her on fire and watching her breasts rise and fall. Her chest and neck were flushed and she looked happy and lovely – her head with its curly hair resting on the pillow – her mouth slightly open and eyes closed.I traced a line down very slowly from her cleavage towards her navel with my tongue and she put her hands on my head as I headed south and moved my position from alongside her to kneeling between her legs. I had forgotten how luxurious a well-managed bush is – a neat triangle of thick, dark hair – musky and inviting. I put my hands under her buttocks and bent down to kiss her just below her navel – her pubic hair tickling my chin as she pulled her knees up a little to give me better access. Squeezing her buttocks and wriggling my tongue down through her thatch I gently parted her pussy lips and my tongue soon found smooth skin with no hair.I leaned up slightly to appreciate her. Her pussy lips were full, large, dark and swollen laid out like a rare orchid flower in front of me. Her inner lips were creased and lined and protruded well outside her outer lips – no wonder she had a serious case of camel toe when she had tight jeans on. I couldn’t wait to fully appreciate her and to give her an unforgettable orgasm. I gently kissed her inner thighs as her hands on my head gently pushed my head down towards her.My tongue wiggled between her lips and traced a line up and down between them. I gently sucked her inner lips and pulled ever so gently and soon I could taste her natural juice starting to flow. I spread her juices and up and down her and gradually it became apparent exactly where her clitoris was. My tongue rubbed in slow circles around it and I could feel it swell and harden to the size of a pea. My constant attention to her lips and clitoris was having the desired effect – I could feel her hips rise and fall and the pressure of her hands on my head gave me all the directions I needed. Once she was convinced that I knew what she liked her hands disappeared from my head. I glanced up and she was looking very flushed and her hands were kneading her breasts like a master baker – she was pinching her nipples quite hard and they reminded me of cherries. Her eyes were closed and she looked very, very happy.

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