1. The Legendary Mrs. Olsen


    Date: 3/5/2016, Categories: MILF, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    husband’s fault, of course, but she wasn’t completely blameless either, she guessed. Another glance around the bar, and this time the macho caught her eye. What, she wondered, would he be like if she ever did let him into her bedroom? Just an idle thought, it was never going to happen. Damn! She realized she’d let her eyes linger in his a little too long. And now he was coming over. Tom didn’t go directly to her, of course, he was much too suave for that. Instead he kept moving, heading for the men’s room. But it didn’t stop him from studying her as he passed, not ten feet away. Nice body, she must work out. And her complexion was duskish, she probably used a tanning booth. Bet she didn’t have any lines, either, her teats must be as dark as the rest of her. As he used the urinal, he considered the possibility of another conquest, the oldest woman he’d ever had. He swigged a handful of water from the tap, quickly sucked a breath mint to mask the scotch. On his way back, he enjoyed her rounded ass in the tight blue jeans. Approaching from the rear, he declared to the barmaid, “Tanya, get this lady another drink, won’t you?” The barmaid was torn, the woman had turned one down already, but Tom was one of her biggest tippers. The lady didn't say ‘no’, so Tanya got down a clean tumbler and filled it with ice. “I’m Tom.” Confident, yet with that touch of sincerity women just ate up. She smiled, gave a long look into his eyes as if to say ‘you’re sure you can handle this?’ and ...
    replied with a handshake, “Gayle. Thanks.” “Mind if I have a seat?” Gayle considered it, decided a little conversation couldn’t hurt, motioned him to the stool beside her. “And what brings you to this place?” “A meeting at the convention center.” “Oh, you’re from out of town then?” “Philadelphia.” “What do you do?” “Sales rep.” Gayle decided to take a chance. “And you’re a stock-broker.” Tom laughed, “Close enough, Financial Analyst. How did you know?” “I’m a psychic.” “Okay,” he played along, “tell me more.” “Let’s see...” Gayle decided to go for it, if she embarrassed herself she could always just leave. “This is your everyday bar, you work in an office near here. The guy you left over there is your best friend, and you should bring him over here.” Curt was watching the action, she waved him over. When he approached she greeted him, “Hi, my name’s Gayle.” Curt opened his mouth in reply, was interrupted by Tom. “Don’t tell her, she’s a psychic. Let her tell you.” “Give me a break,” Gayle responded, “real psychics don’t know details, just generalities. Anytime somebody spouts off a specific date, they’re phonies.” “I’m Curt.” “Nice to meet you.” “Curt, she’s amazing,” Tom said. “She knew we’re analysts, and she figured out we work nearby. Tell us more.” Gayle had to giggle. This was turning out well. And Curt was pretty cute. Well dressed, but not over the top like Tom. She decided to take the easiest route. “Well, you two are best friends, have been since middle-school. You’re ...
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