Night-hawk
Master Don Juan
The "ironing is delicious", as Bart would say. It was last 'hump day' and I met up early in the night with a girl I met on Tinder. Our date didn't last very long, and went rather bland. So when we finished up and she left I already had a few drinks, that and a couple guy acquaintances happened to be at the same bar.
After having a couple more drinks one buddy mentioned hitting up another venue. I said, sure, fvck it.
Not long after getting there I met this 39 year girl ( who I thought looked more 29, attractive to me at the time) out on the deck. I have a thing for girls with braces. I went up to her, said hey, and told her how adorable her braces are and how she has nice lips and I want to kiss them - to which she welcomed.
I isolated her and we hung out and built some rapport. She initially hesitated leaving with me, and suggested we hit the dance floor. We danced for awhile and I eventually convinced her to head back to her place for drinks.
At her place I noticed she had a shelf of erotic books: on sex and females and art, so I was just saying to myself...perfect. We listened to tunes and had drinks, discussed naked art, laughed, told me about her last girlfriend....and then we got making out.
I then took off her pants and as I was about to finger her, she resisted slightly with a, "mm nah, mmmm" type sound; but, I didn't listen to what I knew she was going to like and wanted - so I continued. Right away she squirted. I kept going, though, and once she was in a state of amped up ecstasy, I unzipped my jeans put my rod to her lips.
The way I was fingering her, hitting all her her spots, was making her squirt like a water hose: you know, when you kink it then let go with your thumb at the end. Eventually, after squirting so many times, probably close to 25 times ( never experienced anything like it), my shirt was completely soaked. Why I kept it on I don't know. Probably because the whole thing was so amusing. She ended up going through two more towels over the the course of the night.
I could imagine Towlie from South Park coming in saying, "anybody need a towel?"
She asked me how I knew how to do that to her, that her past girlfriend didn't even know how to make her orgasm that. She was completely confused that I could do that, or know how to please her like that. She was a happy little school girl, livened up and cheerful.
It was funny.
After having a couple more drinks one buddy mentioned hitting up another venue. I said, sure, fvck it.
Not long after getting there I met this 39 year girl ( who I thought looked more 29, attractive to me at the time) out on the deck. I have a thing for girls with braces. I went up to her, said hey, and told her how adorable her braces are and how she has nice lips and I want to kiss them - to which she welcomed.
I isolated her and we hung out and built some rapport. She initially hesitated leaving with me, and suggested we hit the dance floor. We danced for awhile and I eventually convinced her to head back to her place for drinks.
At her place I noticed she had a shelf of erotic books: on sex and females and art, so I was just saying to myself...perfect. We listened to tunes and had drinks, discussed naked art, laughed, told me about her last girlfriend....and then we got making out.
I then took off her pants and as I was about to finger her, she resisted slightly with a, "mm nah, mmmm" type sound; but, I didn't listen to what I knew she was going to like and wanted - so I continued. Right away she squirted. I kept going, though, and once she was in a state of amped up ecstasy, I unzipped my jeans put my rod to her lips.
The way I was fingering her, hitting all her her spots, was making her squirt like a water hose: you know, when you kink it then let go with your thumb at the end. Eventually, after squirting so many times, probably close to 25 times ( never experienced anything like it), my shirt was completely soaked. Why I kept it on I don't know. Probably because the whole thing was so amusing. She ended up going through two more towels over the the course of the night.
I could imagine Towlie from South Park coming in saying, "anybody need a towel?"
She asked me how I knew how to do that to her, that her past girlfriend didn't even know how to make her orgasm that. She was completely confused that I could do that, or know how to please her like that. She was a happy little school girl, livened up and cheerful.
It was funny.
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