My name is Dawn. I am forty-two years old and a mother of two. My daughter and son are now out of the house and away at college. My husband works at a distribution center and recently was promoted, which was nice since it was more money and helped with two kids in college. However, the downside to his promotion was that he had to go to the night shift.
My husband would work all night, stay up all day and do what he had to do. He would then go to bed after dinner before returning to work. Because of this, I was always alone and bored. I kept talking about getting a job at night to keep me busy and have some interactions with others. That is when a friend told me that Murphy’s Bar was looking for help. I knew Murphy’s was a bar with a customer base of mid-twenties to early thirty age group. My friend told me they also make a lot of money in tips.
For the next week, I thought long and hard if I wanted to commit to a job or not. Finally, one night at dinner, I spoke to my husband. I told him I was always alone, which would get me out, and we could enjoy the extra money. He listened and said that if I wanted to, he would support me, and I should go for it.
The next day I went to Murphy’s Bar and asked for the manager. We sat and discussed what the job would entail. He told me about working nights, which I knew would be necessary. He told me their servers had to wear the uniform they provided. He told me they had to wear a black skirt and white shirt or a pair of black shorts. They have no regulations on shoes, but most servers wear white sneakers since they are on their feet so much during a shift. My interview went well, and I spoke for about forty-five minutes with the manager. He seemed very nice, although I probably could have been his mother. He told me I would know either way as soon as possible. I thanked him and left.
As I walked out, I noticed all the staff were young. The servers were in their mid to early twenties. I thought they would never want a woman as old as I am. Then, I noticed the uniforms the manager talked about, and I thought, “Wow, those uniforms are short and tight.” Now I was not afraid of wearing something like that since I have always worked out religiously, and I would not worry about seeing my five foot eight, one hundred and thirty-pound body in a uniform. However, I might be a little nervous about my 38DD tits since most of the staff were smaller than that. I worry, should a woman my age be seen in a uniform like that?
I left thinking to myself. It’s not going to matter anyway. The manager probably thinks I am too old for this place. So I went home and thought, “Oh well, I gave it a shot.” A few hours later, I received a call from the manager telling me the job was mine if I was still interested in it. I felt a little proud that I got this job. I accepted, and he told me to come to pick up my uniforms tomorrow. Hanging up the phone, I was so excited that I got it.
I told my husband at dinner and was disappointed that he was not as excited as I was about the news. Guess I shouldn’t have been that surprised since our relationship has suffered over the past few years. Between work-related issues and the financial strain of two kids in college, his stress has been affecting his mood and our bedroom fun.
The next day I went to Murphy’s and was introduced to Mary. Mary was the same age as my kids. She was a pretty blonde with a nice body. Mary took me into the back and gave me all the needed uniforms. She was adorable and friendly as she welcomed me to the staff. I confessed to Mary how surprised they hired me since everyone else was so young. She assured me that I would do fine here.” You are so beautiful the customers will love you, you will make out in tips without a doubt. Just be friendly with them and play the game.” Mary showed me around the place and gave me some insight into my duties. Before I left, she showed me the schedule, and my first shift was on Tuesday. Mary told me I was put on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to help me get comfortable since they are slower days than the weekends.
I went home and tried on my uniform. I stood there in front of the full-length mirror. I smiled as I saw myself in the uniform. The short black skirt helped accent my long legs, and my ass looked great in the skirt. The white top was low cut, and I showed a lot of cleavage with it. I thought, “Well, this should help with tips.”
Tuesday came, and I admit I was excited to show up for my first shift. I was working with Mary as she was going to train me for the first few shifts. Mary looked at me as I walked over to her. She whispered, “Do you remember when you told me you did not understand why you got the job, you thought you were too old?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, look in the mirror. You look great, and you’re going to do great here.”
I smiled at her and thanked her. I have to confess it gave me some confidence as she took me over to my first table. I observed how she was so friendly with the people and interacted with them. Of course, she would flirt a little with the guys as they would with her, but she did not take it too far.
As the night went on, Mary had me serve my first table and just observed me. It was a table of four guys. They were very friendly, and my bubbling personality shined as I interacted with them. I have to admit it was fun. As they paid the bill, Mary came over to me to say. “I’m going to have to observe you. Those guys gave us a thirty-percent tip. You are a natural,”
I enjoyed the night and had a lot of fun meeting the new people I was working with and all the customers. Everyone seemed so nice. Every time I went to the bar for a drink order, a man was sitting at the bar and would have a comment directed toward me. I mentioned it to Mary, and she blew it off, telling me that is just Barry. He is a regular here. Barry is a nice guy and is harmless.
I felt a little more relaxed after that, and when I did go to the bar and Barry had a comment, I would have a rebuttal for him. However, he appeared to enjoy our flirting, and I admit I did.
Barry was a handsome man in his mid-twenties who dressed in some expensive clothes. However, he always dressed very nicely, and it was apparent that he also worked out often.
The following week went well, and I enjoyed working at Murphy’s. I felt more and more comfortable completing my duties and was more relaxed when serving customers without Mary being there. The one constant just about every night was Barry sitting at the bar.
Barry always had a few compliments for the servers and would be caught checking them out often. I have to admit I didn’t mind that. On the contrary, I was flattered that a guy who was ten to thirteen years my junior would still show some interest in me.
A few weeks passed, and I learned that Barry was quite a lovely man, and it didn’t help that he was good-looking. I was probably a little more invested than I should be. There were nights I would go home alone, reach into my nightstand, pull my vibrator out, and fantasize about being with Barry.
One night the place was dead. We had hardly any customers, and I only had one occupied table. As the night went on, there was no increase in customers, so my manager told me to leave early. He told me to wait until he found someone to walk out with me (Murphy’s had a rule that no server went out to her car without being escorted).
Barry spoke up and said that he was heading out after this drink. If I didn’t mind, I could be her escort. My manager looked at me for an answer. I looked at him and told him that would be fine with me.
I sat with Barry, waiting for him to finish his drink. We discussed many different things, but he couldn’t believe it when he found out I had two children in college. “Wait, you have two kids in college? Pardon me for asking, but how old are you?”
I had no problem telling him that I was forty-two. “Holy shit, I can’t fucking believe that. I thought you were in your late twenties.”
Barry was always one to flirt with the servers, but it was all fun and games. However, Barry seemed to change when he was talking to me at that moment. He seemed to have more sexual interest in me.
He finished his drink, and we left the bar as he walked me to my car. Barry walked me to the parking garage, where I parked on the third level. My car was the only one there. We strolled and talked about so many things. When we reached my car, we continued to speak, neither of us being in a hurry to leave. I have to admit I loved the interaction with another man. I felt like I had a purpose again. I didn’t even mind that Barry couldn’t take his eyes off my legs and tits. I was flattered since I got none of this at home anymore.
Barry took me in his arms and kissed me. His lips to mine were intoxicating. I softly moaned. I did not protest. It turned me on, and Barry could sense that it did. He held me tighter and kissed me more passionately. It was the first I was in a man’s arms in quite a long time. I didn’t want it to end. At that split moment, I decided I wanted more.
My hands moved up and down Barry, caressing his back and butt as they did. Barry didn’t waste any time as he caressed my body and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Barry’s hand moved to my tits as he caressed them. Again, I didn’t protest. I just moaned louder. Instead, my hand moved between us as I stroked his hardening cock over his pants.
Getting brave, I unzipped his pants, grabbed his cock, and pulled it out of its prison. Our kiss continued as stroked his cock. His cock was an improvement from what I was used to having. I broke our kiss and smiled at Barry. Not saying a word, I squatted onto my heels. I looked into Barry’s eyes as I wrapped my lips around his cock. Taking him into my mouth until my lips were at his base. My lips held Barry’s cock at the bottom of his cock. I worked my tongue up and down his shaft and around the base, where my tongue darted out to lick his balls.
Barry’s hands moved to the back of my head, holding me there as he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. His cock slid over my lips faster as his cock disappeared into my mouth. His moans intensified. I could see he was getting close, and I wanted him. I wanted to feel his cock explode in my mouth and feed me his seed. Barry’s hands tightened on the back of my head, and with one last thrust, I could feel his cock shoot stream after stream of cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every last drop of that huge load.
Just as we finished, there was a noise on the other end of the parking garage. It was some kids with their skateboards riding around the garage. I tucked his cock back in his pants and told him I better get home. Barry was stunned. “Wait, what about your needs? I want to make you as happy as you made me.”
“There are too many people around here, maybe another time.”
Barry asked if he could have my phone number so we could talk outside of the bar. I gave him my number, and he dialed it. My phone rang. He told me, “You have my number as well.”
He didn’t want to leave, but I pushed the issue and told him I did have to go home, but we could not tell anyone from the bar about this. He agreed to keep it our secret.
I got in my car and drove away. Driving home, I relieved the night and couldn’t believe what I had done. I didn’t have any guilt over it. Quite the opposite, I was so turned on that not only did I take control of my sexual frustrations, but I also was adventurous. I couldn’t believe I sucked a cock in public like that, where there was a chance of getting caught.
When I got home, hubby had already gone to work, so I went to bed. I got naked as I crawled into bed and thought about what I had just done. I was so excited that I reached into my nightstand and took out my vibrator. Before turning it on, my hands caressed my tits. I closed my eyes as I thought of Barry’s cock. I thought of it sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted more of him and his cock deep in me.
I picked up the vibrator and no sooner turned it on when my phone rang. I couldn’t guess who would be calling me at night. I looked at my phone, and it was Barry. I answered it to hear Barry apologizing because I had to go home without satisfaction. You got me excited, and you are about to satisfy me now, I said with a chuckle. Barry asked what I meant. I went on to tell him how that was out of my character, but he was very excited. I couldn’t stop thinking about it on the way home. Now that I am home, I will be doing something about that.
Barry asked me what I meant. I didn’t answer; I just turned on my vibrator. You can hear the excitement in his voice once he realizes what I meant. “Oh My God, that is so hot.”
He then asked if I would face time with him so he could watch. I turned my camera on, as did Barry. His video popped up with him sitting on his sofa, still dressed as I was lying naked on my bed. “Wow, you are so hot. Oh god, I wish I was there right now.”
I didn’t waste any time. I turned my vibrator on as I spread open my legs and rubbed my vibe against my clit. My left hand moved back to my right tit as I caressed it, and my right hand stroked my vibe over my wet pussy. I watched as Barry undressed and lay on his bed as well. As I worked my vibe over my wet cunt, Barry’s hand slowly stroked his cock.
Our moans became louder as my legs opened wider and slid my vibe between my lips. “Yes, do it, fuck your pussy, my dick ramming in and out of you; oh yes, you feel so good.”
As he watched me, I worked my vibe faster and deeper into me. Barry watched my vibe disappear deep into my pussy. He kept cheering me on and watched as my hips raised, taking my vibe deep in me. Barry watched as I screamed, telling him how I was cumming. He couldn’t take it as his hand slid fast up and down his cock. Once I came, Barry exploded his cum shooting over a towel he had on his bed.
I had a wild orgasm, contributing to the fact that Barry was watching as I pleasured myself. Something that no one had ever seen me do before. We both remained naked in our beds as we continued to face time and talk. I felt like a teenager on her first date. I didn’t want it to end, and felt like I was on cloud nine being with Barry.
We both decided to hang up and sleep since morning would be here soon. However, before Barry hung up, he told me,” I almost forgot why I called in the first place.”