This story is true. The names have been change to protect my ass and I really don't want to here any shit... On second thought, fuck it, I'll tell you who they are! Like they would ever read this and even if they did, so what!
Okay, Sherman set the 'Wayback Machine' to October 17, 2008. I'm out drinking with some of the guys from work, a very, very rare event. We were all at a little restaurant called the Sangria's, drinking wine and over priced beer. As the night went on and the light weights fell off it came down to just the three of us; this big bastard named Jason and a recently divorced MILF named Valerie and myself. So we're having a good time, 'happy hour' is long since over and now we've turned into the loud drunk people spoiling the nice romantic evening for others. Even though none of us care, we grow tried of the dirty looks from others and pay our tabs.
It was just after 10pm and Val & I were not ready to go home yet so we talked Jason into going to a local sports bar and grill for more beer and nachos. So we're heading out and I'm not sure who asked or how it was arranged but Val ended up leaving her car at Sangria's and went with Jason in his car while I drove separately. We get to the the sports bar find a booth and ordered a huge plate of nacho and beer, after beer, after beer, after beer. Odd drunken conversations are belting at each other in loud drunk people voices, even for a sports bar. Jason and I learn Val's real age which is much more than we would ever guess and we declare her a True MILF. Now as we're seated me on one side and Val and Jason on the other it was some time before I noticed that Val keeps kicking and bumping my legs. Not hard but enough to get my attention. Then I realized that she's playing footsie with me. When it comes to women I am as slow and as thick as they come. I truly don't have a clue and most of the time, by the time I figure it out, it way too late. It was getting late it the evening and Jason was losing stream so we all paid up (somehow I didn't chip in for the nachos, I feel like such a cheap bastard) and we all headed for the door.
Outside well after 1am, Val turns to me and ask if she could ride with me back to her car at Sangria's but for some reason Jason steps in and insisted that she ride with him. So now I thinking is Jason making a move on Val or is he cock blocking for no reason or is he even more thick headed than I am about women and had no idea what was going on. I was going with the last one. So I say fine I'll meet up there is make sure everything is okay. A short trip later Jason is dropping off Val to her car while I sit in mine with the motor running. Jason drives away which makes me think that the answers my question before is that he didn't know. He still could have been playing dumb and if so then he was cock blocking cause he didn't need to be there. So Val now in her car, fumbles about with her phone trying to dial my number. Finally connecting she says to follow her to her apartment; duh! I'm not that thick. Trailing close behind, watching her swerve all over the road while laughing to myself at the two drunk drivers playing 'follow my leader' we make it safely enough to Val's place. A high end gated apartment complex on one of the nicer parts of town where I park my rusty '95 Honda Accord in a open space while Val pulls into her garage.
Valerie offers a beer and then gives a quick tour of her home. I was liking the place a lot, high ceiling, nice wood floors and a awesome patio. We're talking and drinking, I'm rubbing her feet as I tell her of my adventures I had while running with a pack of lesbians for two years. Why I tell women that story I have no idea but I continue to do so. Anyways, I'm babbling and she babbling and we stop only to look at the stars and to yell at other drunks who are making more noise than we are. Finally I look her in the eye and tell her to kiss me. She does and we start making out like love starved teenagers. I move my hand onto her breasts and start to work her plump C cups out of her padded bra. Padded bra? I was wondering why she would wear a padded bra, then I freed Valerie's left breast and gazed upon the largest, prettiest pink nipple you've ever seen. I imminently put it in my mouth and work my tongue all over her nip as she began to moan and quiver. I loosened the right breast and started on it while lightly stroking her nipple on the left as Val was saying something about 'God', I couldn't make it out but I figured it was good. We continue to kiss and hold one another, nice deep kiss with just the right amount of tongue, Valerie is a great kisser. One of my few specialties is my hugs, women love my hugs because if I may say so myself, I give great hugs. Nice and tight but not too much, just a big loving squeeze the way a hug should be. On the other hand one of my biggest problems is that I've always had a problem with bras. I can never figure them out. I've rarely gotten a bra off a woman without her helping me. At least I can says that despite my working knowledge of women's under garment they were still interested. Knowing this and the fact of how drunk I was, I decided to get the bra later and start working on the panties, squeezing her nice round ass.
Suddenly Val pulled away and softly whispered "I can't. You should go." Now, I've always been a push over as far as women go and the times when 'no' could be 'maybe' to me have always been 'NO!' I wanted to make sure, so I asked her, "Are you sure?" as I kissed her once more. Sadly she replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't do this. You've to go home now." "Okay." I said almost with a pout. We said our goodbyes as I snuck in another hug, then she literately pushes me out the door. I break out the squeegee from my trunk and clean off the mist from the windows of my car. I then hoped in and proceeded to drive the drunkest I've ever been in my life. I've driven drunk before and the thing I always tried to remember is that 'I'm driving drunk! Watch it!' but not that night. Horny as fuck, and bit pissed off too I'm gunning the greem lights, driving real fast and just being a basic jerk behind the wheel begging to be pulled over. I make it home with out incident and stubble into the house. I fall right on top of the bed too tired and drunk to even crank one out to relive the pressure, I pass out and sleep till noon the next day.
I made a 'Courtesy Call' that afternoon to tell Valerie that despite the handover I had a wonderful time, I got no answer so I left a voicemail. Things were weird at work for a while. We talked about how 'odd' it was for that to happen and we should just be cool. So we had been just minding our own business at first but now we talk more and more all the time. We've even hung out, just the two of us for drinks. With a bit of luck and patience we maybe able to work our way back to where we left off and take it even further.
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