I sat at the bar, swirling the remnants of my drink and smoking a cigarette as I watched her in the mirror, flirting with some guy. ‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘He’s fuckin’ old enough to be her goddamn father.’ I turned and watched them as her laughter tinkled gaily across the room, her head thrown back, her thick brown hair shimmering in the subdued lighting as it flowed down her back to the top of her ass.

I tossed back the last of my drink, the ice clinking against my teeth as I drained the glass and set it down on the bar. There were only four of us left in the bar of the Club: Linda, the temptress tending bar tonight, the old fart she was flirting with, the old fart’s eldest son, and me.

Linda was thirty-eight, married, and had three kids. She was a short girl, only about five two and trimly built. Her most striking feature was her hair; it was long and thick, and glistened like it had been waxed. She wasn’t gorgeous; she was a pleasantly good-looking woman with a small button nose, big brown eyes the color of root beer, slightly magnified by her glasses, and a wide, generous mouth. Her breasts were high on her chest, probably 34C’s, and bounced nicely when she walked. She had, I thought, a remarkably slim waist for a mother of three, and her ass looked like it would fit comfortably in my hands.

I wanted to try it out, to see if it really would fit in my hands like I’d imagined.

Linda appeared in front of me, grabbing my glass and scooping ice into it, and then adding a generous slug of vodka and topping it with coke. She set it in front of me and slipped a ten out of the pile of bills in front of me, rang it up, and put the folding money of my change in front of me, the coins rattling into her tip jar.

We both looked up when the old fart and his son called out their good nights. “Good night, boys!” she said to their retreating backs, the door sighing softly shut behind them. A moment later, the window blazed with light as the old fart started his car, and they pulled out of the parking lot.

Linda went up on her toes and looked over my shoulder at the table they’d been sitting at and grimaced. “Cheap prick,” she mumbled. I swiveled my stool and looked; there were only a few coins on the table, definitely not the tip she deserved considering the personal service she’d given them.

I laughed as I turned back to face her. “I don’t know what you expected,” I chuckled. “That dim shithead probably has the first fuckin’ dollar he ever made squirreled away in his mattress.”

She smiled at me and nodded, and then started around the bar to get the empty beer bottles from the table. “Relax, babe,” I said, holding up my hand. “I’ll get ‘em.” She smiled at me again as I got up and went to the table, gathered up the empties and the pitiful tip, depositing it all on the bar.

She glanced at the clock and frowned, and then looked at me. It was only nine thirty, two and a half hours before closing time. I grinned back at her; I knew what she was thinking. She wanted to close and get the hell out of there; it was a Wednesday night, and it had been deader than hell all night. She was allowed to close early if there were no customers; the Club didn’t believe in paying to keep the place open just on the off chance that a member might come in.

“Go ahead and close,” I said. I tossed a ten across the bar, and she looked at me. I picked up my drink and drained it, handing her the glass. “I’ll have another one before you cash out, and I think my pal Harvey will have one too.”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “You gonna be okay to drive?” It was a legitimate question. I’d already been there for over two hours, and I’d been drinking fairly steadily. I’m a big guy, though. At six feet, two inches, and two hundred pounds, I can soak up a lot of vodka before I start to really feel it. I had a good buzz going, and these last two drinks would more than likely put me over the top into DWI territory if I got stopped.

I shrugged. “I only live six blocks away, kiddo. I can crawl that far if I have to.”

She swiftly built my two drinks and put one in front of me, and left the other behind the bar. In the unlikely event that a state liquor inspector showed up, she could claim it was her after-hours drink. It wasn’t likely, though; I couldn’t remember the last time we had been checked. The club was a small, quiet bar located on a side street two blocks from the business district in a college town. The liquor inspectors would be checking the bars downtown for underage drinkers, not here.

She quickly made my change, and I lavishly over tipped her, a thank-you for the extra drink. She didn’t have to do that for me; it was illegal, in fact, for a bar patron to have more than one drink in front of him. She twisted the key that started the cash register on its wheezing, clicking task of printing out the night’s receipts and deftly removed the cash tray from the drawer. A few moments later, the register spit out a long tongue of paper, and she ripped it off.

She picked up a bar rag and dropped it in front of me. “Make yourself useful and wipe down the bar for me,” she said. I picked it up between my thumb and forefinger like it was something dead and looked at her.

“What’s in it for me?”

She smiled sweetly at me and picked up my second drink. “Harvey gets his drink.” I was off my stool and wiping down the bar before she finished the sentence. “Aren’t you a good boy!” she cooed, smiling at me. It was an old routine for us. I always helped her close the place when we were alone, so she could get out and go home to her family that much faster.

I had the bar all wiped down, as well as the table where old fart and his kid had been sitting. I was at the bar, just finishing my last drink when she came out of the office, locking the door behind her. She dropped her purse on the bar and swiftly went from window to window, her short skirt swirling and her long legs flashing as she closed the windows against the warm summer night air. She wound up by the door and snapped off the lights. I handed her purse to her as I walked through the door and waited outside while she locked up and set the alarm. And then I walked her to her minivan, parked next to my convertible, its top down from my ride to the club.

I helped her into her soccer bus and closed the door, and then leaned on it, looking at her through the open window. “Are you on tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I switched with Rosie so she could have a Friday night. She says she needs the money.” Friday nights were busy at the Club. It was a workingman’s club and they liked to go out after a week of work and blow off a little steam. The tips were good on Fridays.

“She’s scamming you, you know.”

She smiled. “It doesn’t matter. She can blow it, or Paul can.” Paul was Linda’s husband and overly fond of the pop-open Nevada tickets that the Club sold over the bar. He played them on the Friday nights that Linda worked and usually the contents of her tips jar wound up in the register. The payout percentage on the tickets was lousy; you could dump hundreds of dollars into them and not win a dime.

“Hey, just tell him no. You know that I’ll bounce his ass out of there if he starts raising a fuss.”

She smiled again and laid her hand on my cheek. “That’s sweet of you, but no. It’s not worth the trouble it’ll cause at home.” Her touch galvanized me; it was the first time she had ever touched me, and it started all kinds of thoughts whirling through my mind.

I’d harbored a secret desire for her for months; she was just the kind of woman I liked, older than my twenty-two years, petite, and unavailable. I laid my hand over hers, and the vodka said, ‘Go for it!’

I turned my head and kissed her palm, and she snatched her hand back as if my lips were on fire. She blushed, and I laughed. “I don’t bite, you know.”

“Yeah, ah, well, you just surprised me, that’s all,” she stammered.

“What, you mean like this?” And I reached through the window, cupped the back of her head in my hand, and pulled her to me, kissing her lips. Her eyes went wide behind her glasses, and she didn’t react for a few seconds. Then her lips softened, and she kissed me back for a few more dizzying seconds before she pulled away.

“All right,” she gasped. “That’s enough of tha...” Her words cut off as I kissed her again, holding her face to mine with my hand behind her head again. It was a replay of the first kiss, only this time when it ended, I only let her get two words out before I did it a third time. Her hand came up and she curled it around my wrist just as I opened my mouth a little and gently probed at her lips with my tongue.

I felt her breath whoosh out of her through her nose as she sighed. Her hand just rested on my wrist, neither pushing me away nor pulling me closer as our tongues danced together. A long time later, I broke the kiss, and she didn’t move. She sat there; her head tipped a little bit to the side, her eyes still closed, and her lips parted, breathing hard.

Her hand fell from my wrist as I opened the door, and she gasped a low “Oh no!” as I took her into my arms and kissed her again. Her arms came up around my neck, and she moaned, deep in her chest, as I pulled her from the van, holding her up against me, her feet off the ground. I heard her shoe clatter to the ground as we kissed, and then her legs came up around me, wrapping around my hips.

The blood was roaring in my ears as I turned and perched her ass on the front fender of my car. I could feel my cock inflating, tenting my khaki shorts against her firm belly. She felt it too; she pulled me even closer, and her kiss became more demanding. She was becoming aroused; her hands were in my hair, pulling me down into her hungry lips.

We must have necked there for ten minutes, both of us getting hotter and hotter for each other. My hands roamed over her body at will, every part of her falling victim to them, including that fantastic ass. She pulled back and looked at me, her lips swollen, and groaned, “You bastard! Take me somewhere. Now!” I scooped her up in my arms again, lifting her over the door and setting her down in the front seat of my car. I reached into her van, grabbed her purse, kicked the door closed, grabbed her shoe, and then ran around the back of my convertible and vaulted over the door and into the driver’s seat.

I had the engine started and we were out of the parking lot in seconds. I knew just the place to take her; it was a stand of trees in a field that bordered a golf course less than five minutes away. She slid across the seat to me, her body pressed up against me from knee to shoulder, her arms wrapped around my right arm and holding it tightly to her.

I dropped my hand to her leg, gently caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh, and she moaned as her legs opened. A few moments later, I had her pussy cupped in my hand, my middle finger lying in the groove of the soft folds of her labia. Her panties were wet, and they became a lot wetter as I fingered her womanhood. She moaned again, and it was my turn to gasp as her hand landed on my straining cock, stroking it through the material of my shorts.

We reached the top of the hill, and I stopped for the stop sign. My head fell back against the headrest as I felt her unzip my shorts, her small hand tunneling into them and stroking my cock through the thin cotton of my underwear.

I looked left and right, checked the rearview mirror, and turned right onto Prospect Street. Then I gave the hungry three-hundred-and-fifty-cubic-inch V8 its head, and we roared down the street, the sound of the oversized dual exhaust echoing off the buildings, the big Buick hitting sixty miles an hour before we’d gone a half-block. Two and a half minutes later, I pulled off the access road to the Country Club, and we bounced and swayed across the field and around behind the trees, finally hidden from the world.

Linda had my cock out of my pants and in her mouth before I had the car shut off. I hunched upwards, driving half of my eight inches into her hungrily sucking mouth. “Oh fuck, yeah!” I groaned. “Suck it, babe!” I swept the sodden crotch of her panties aside and buried two fingers in her hot, wet snatch, finger-fucking her as she blew me.

It was incredibly awkward trying to have sex in the front seat of the car. The steering wheel was in the way, and I was afraid that I’d hurt her if I tried to move while she was sucking me off. And then her hand was on mine, and she pulled my fingers from her pussy and got on her hands and knees, my cock still in her mouth. She batted my hands away when I tried to go back to fingering her; she didn’t want the distraction while she fucked me with her mouth.

I didn’t last long; she was pretty good at giving head. I told her when I was about to cum, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking my load right out of me as my cock pulsed in her mouth. She kept me in her mouth until it was apparent that I wasn’t going to go soft on her.

She sat up on her heels and gave me a sloe-eyed smile, and then her hand came up, and she wiped a drop of my jism off her chin and sucked her finger clean. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and it added steel to my cock. I slid across the seat, and she straddled me, sitting on my legs and putting her arms around my neck. She leaned down and kissed me, our tongues dancing together, and I could taste myself in her mouth, a salty-sweet flavor that was enhanced by the taste of her.

She sat back onto my legs and smiled as I slowly undressed her, unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders, and then unhooking the catch of her bra, tucked in between the mounds of her breasts. She unconsciously arched her back as her bra fell open and sighed softly as I cupped her tits in my hands. I gently tweaked her nipples, and she sighed again, shook off her open blouse and bra, and pulled my face to her breasts.

“Suck ‘em, Larry,” she moaned. “Suck my nipples and chew on them...” Her back arched, pushing her tit into my mouth as I licked and sucked and chewed her long, fat nips until they were rigidly erect and shining in the moonlight, gleaming with my saliva. Her hand was down between us, and she was gently stroking my cock, scratching it lightly with her nails and keeping it rigidly erect.

I sat back for a moment and feasted my eyes on her; I still couldn’t believe that she was here with me and that I was going to be fucking her in a few short minutes. She saw me staring at her and blushed. I laughed at her, and her blush deepened, and then I saw her lips tighten. She came up on her knees again and tipped her head back, raking her long hair over her shoulders and shaking it out down her back.

I slid my hands down her sides and onto her hips, and then around behind her to the taut cheeks of her ass. Her head fell forward, and she hugged me to her breasts as my hands kneaded the firm globes of her ass, my fingers going into the humid crack and tickling the bottom of her cunt.

She grunted in surprise as I popped open the glove box and grabbed a condom, slammed it shut, and hit the lever that reclined the seat. I slithered out from between her legs, standing on the back seat right in front of her as she sat back on her heels and watched me. I handed her the condom, quickly shucked my shorts, underwear, and pulled my tee shirt off over my head. I was finally naked in the moonlit night with her.

She tore her eyes away from my cock and smiled at me as she tossed the condom on the dashboard. “I’m on the pill, baby,” she said, and then she turned her attention to my cock, eight rigid inches of man meat that I couldn’t wait to get into her. She leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth, and I moaned as her tongue lashed it, circling the plum-sized head and probing the piss slit while she gently caressed my balls.

I sank to my knees in front of her and gathered her into my arms, bending my head down to hers and kissing her again. We both moaned as her breasts pressed against my chest, firm and warm against my skin. My hands went down to her ass again, cupping the taut flesh and pulling her hard against me.

“I want you!” I whispered, and tongued her ear. She shivered and clung to me, bending her head down and to the side, showing me the lovely expanse of her neck. I kissed and nibbled my way from her shoulder to her lips, and I said it again. “I want you, babe!” I gasped. “Right now!”

She giggled nervously. “I ... I haven’t made love in a car for over ten years,” she said. “I feel like a teenager again, screwing my date in his father’s car. It’s ... exciting!”

“You’re exciting me,” I said, pulling her tight against me again and letting her feel the rigid shaft of my cock against her belly. I kissed her and guided her past me until she was kneeling on the back seat, her hands braced. I flipped the short skirt she was wearing up onto her back and admired the round, perfect ass facing me, her panty-covered little pussy peeking out at me from between the slim columns of her thighs. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as she helped, lifting her knees to allow me to remove them.

And then I leaned over her back, cupping her hanging tits in my hands as she turned her head to face me and we kissed. My rigid cock slid between her thighs and I gasped as she closed her legs, trapping it with the soft-skinned flesh of her firm thighs. I straightened up and hunched my hips at her, my cock sliding deeper between her legs and riding across the damp folds of her labia.

She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Go slow, baby,” she said. “I’ve never had one that big before.”

I ran my hands over the firm flesh of her ass, fisted my cock and placed it at the entrance to her tight little cunt. She rocked backward a little bit and we both moaned as the plum-sized head of my cock split her labia. I rested my hands on her hips, gently urging her to take a little bit more of me. She swayed back and forth, taking more of my cock until fully half of my rod was buried in her tight pussy.

“Damn, but your pussy feels hot!” I groaned,

“Oh Jesus!” she gasped. “You’re so fuckin’ big in me!” I tightened my hands on her hips and began to move, feeding a little bit more of my straining cock into her. Finally, after a glorious few moments, she had all eight thick inches of me in her.