Being a divorced fifty-three-year-old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a replacement to complete the term. He's a friend of my father and he asked me if I would be interested in filling the seat. I was honored and said yes without hesitation. I had no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to take the position. I rented a small studio apartment in Tallahassee and I spend weeknights there when the House was in session.
Meanwhile, my love life is on hold. I'm pretty proud of my tits and ass, and my dark red hair makes me stand out in a crowd. I've come to realize though, that in my newfound profession, men are afraid of me. The perception is that I am either a 'strong' woman and they are intimidated by that, or, they think I am a lesbian. I have needs and desires and at times I crave a man. All these dates with my vibrator are growing old.
It isn't that I don't have opportunities to meet men. It's just that everyone that I meet is either looking for something from me professionally, or they have issues that could create a political firestorm for me. One guy I met was married. He told me his wife was dead; she wasn't. Another gentleman had multiple felony convictions that he, oops, forgot to mention. Then there was the man with whom I was set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. I thought things were going in the right direction, so we decided to have a second dinner together. We were seated in the restaurant and within two minutes he got right to the point. He was looking for some support for his agenda and thought that I might be able to sponsor a bill on the House floor. I told him to get lost. I've concluded that dating for me is impossible.
About a month ago a committee meeting that I am vice chair ran long into the evening. Tallahassee is not a great place for a single woman. The one exception is if you are a twenty-two-year-old college coed at Florida State wearing a tight t-shirt showing off perky tits. It was too late to have dinner and too early to return to my apartment for the night. I was tense from a long day at the Capitol and wanted to have a few cocktails and unwind. Buying a bottle of wine and sitting alone in my single room drinking just seemed so sad. I wanted to go out.
I left my car in the Capitol parking lot and decided to take an Uber. The last thing I need is to get arrested for drunk driving. I didn't want to go to one of the watering holes filled with lobbyists, aides, lawyers, and wannabes. I entered my address in the Uber app but had no particular place in mind when my driver pulled up.
I got in and said, "I changed my mind on the destination. Do you know of a place where I can have a few drinks? Someplace that's fun and not filled with a bunch of suits?"
He smiled. "I know a great place, usually filled with friendly people and the bartenders pour a good drink."
"Perfect. Let's go"
We pulled up to a place on Tennessee Street called Bullwinkle's Saloon. "Everyone calls this place Bull's," the driver said.
I wasn't quite sure that this was what I had in mind but, I figured I'm here; I might as well have a cocktail. Chances are pretty good that I won't be running into anyone I know here. This place was near the FSU campus. I walked into a crowded college sports bar and I immediately realized that I was old enough to be everyone's mother. Well, the driver was gone and I was thirsty. I decided to sit at the bar.
The bartender came over to me and said, "My name is Mike. What can I get you?"
"I'll have a double Jack and Coke."
"Coming right up. So what brings you in here tonight? I don't remember seeing you in here before."
I gave him a warm smile. "I am in town on business. This is my first time here. My Uber driver suggested this place. I guess he looked at me through a magic rear-view mirror that made me look a little younger than I am."
He chuckled and said, "Well, I'm glad he did. We don't get many MILF's in here. The first one's on me. Cheers!"
I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or flattered. I chose flattered. I laughed to myself. Why not, I thought. I was certain I was the hottest fifty-three-year-old in the building.
About an hour passed. Making small talk with Mike passed the time and I was glad I decided to not go back home. I was four doubles into the evening and I was getting numb. There was a basketball game on the TV above the bar that many people seemed to be focused on. At half-time, a young man sitting at the bar watching the game turned and started talking with me.
"Are you in here with your daughter?" he said with a smirk.
"What are you, a wiseass?" I shot back.
He didn't expect that response and sheepishly replied, "No. I've never seen a MILF in here without her daughter. Sorry, I just made an assumption, obviously, a wrong one. Please, accept my apology. I'd love to buy your next round as a peace offering."
I thought to myself, 'Hmmm, seems like a polite young man.'
"This is the second time tonight that I was called a MILF. Yes, you can buy me a drink if you tell me what is so MILF-y about me?"
He gave it some thought. "Well, I watched you when you came in and sat on the barstool. You have a nice rack and ass. Your skirt hiked up and your thighs are great. You're wearing thigh-high stockings, the kind with lacy elastic at the top, not old lady pantyhose. That is very erotic and MILF-y, as you put it. What really made me notice you, though, was your auburn hair. I'm a little drunk and embarrassed telling you this but, I wondered 'Does she have a red bush or does she shave it bald?' I also thought to myself 'I would tap that'."
I was surprised at his candor and could feel a tingle as he said that. I over-acted shocked. "Wow! Really? Well, I would probably let you. How do you like that?"
"I think you are full of shit. You don't look like the type of person who just goes off with a stranger for random sex. Hell, you don't even know my name," he shot back.
The Jack Daniels must be taking over. "Your name doesn't matter. You're a hunk and according to you and Mike over there, I'm a mom you'd both like to fuck. You both called me a MILF. So... let's go!"
The hunk didn't hesitate, "Finish your drink. We can go to my place. It is a short walk."
I called his bluff, then he called mine. I downed my drink. It was my fifth. I was feeling pretty drunk and I couldn't believe I was going to this guy's place. We started walking.
"Okay, you're about to have your way with a buzzed MILF. Could you at least let me know your name now?"
"Sure. My name is Adam," he said, laughing. "I am a grad student at Florida State. I'm twenty-four years old and from Port St. Lucie. And by the way, what makes me a hunk?"
I was thrilled he wasn't from my district. I didn't have to worry about running into his parents at a fundraiser or town hall meeting.
Mimicking him, I said, "Well, when I walked in and sat down, I noticed your blue eyes and blond hair. Then I glanced over and noticed that bulge in your pants and I thought, I wonder how big of a dick this kid has. I'd go down on that."
"So, I am about to let a buzzed MILF go down on me, right before I fuck your brains out. Don't you think I should know your name too?"
When he said that, I could feel my panties were drenched. "Linda."
He opened the door to his apartment. "Here we are, Linda. It isn't much. After all, I am a starving student."
The door opened and I started to get nervous. It was everything you would expect from a male college student, old furniture, kind of messy, and smelled a little like a locker room. As we entered his place, I thought, 'What am I doing?' It was 11:00 PM.
He turned on some music and said, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Absolutely! Do you have Jack Daniels and Coke?"
"No. I have beer and cheap whiskey, though."
"A shot of whiskey is perfect. Thanks."
He went into the kitchen to get the drinks. I kicked off my heels and sat on the couch. I reached under my skirt and confirmed that I was dripping with anticipation. I wanted this young buck now. I pulled my panties off and stuck them in between the cushions of his couch. Adam walked back in with two drinks and sat next to me. I leaned back and made sure my skirt hiked up so he could get a peek at the full bush that he had pondered about just a short while ago. No hesitation from him when he saw that. He was a very confident young man.
We downed our shots of whiskey. He held out his hand and said, "Come with me."
Adam helped me off the couch and led me to his bedroom. He turned me around and unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. He squeezed my ass. It felt fantastic to have a man touch me. Then he turned me around facing him, and slowly unbuttoned my silk blouse. He pushed it off my shoulders letting it fall to the ground next to my skirt. His arms reached around and unhooked my bra, placing his fingers on the straps and freeing my tits. My nipples grew hard as I stood naked in front of him in nothing but my silky thigh-high stockings. He did not attempt to remove them.
I said to him, "My nipples are very sensitive. They react to the slightest touch. The cool air made them hard so don't ignore them tonight. Now it is your turn."
I reached for him and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. In a single move, I grabbed his pants and boxers and yanked them down to his ankles so he could step out of them. It exposed his beautiful cock. It wasn't as massive as the bulge I noticed in the bar but it was thick, hard, and glistening. I thought to myself, 'This will do'. He pulled off his t-shirt. This was one good-looking kid.
I went down on my knees to engulf his dick in my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as I swirled my tongue around his cock head.
"Linda, that feels great. Take it, swallow it."
I could feel my clit becoming erect as I took in as much of his shaft as possible. He started to rock in and out of my face like he was fucking me. When I started to gag, he stopped and pulled out. He stood me up and pushed me down on his bed.
He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard, running his hands across them and enjoying playing with my nipples. His fingers clamped down on them, pinching vigorously, twisting them. He had listened to me when I told him I enjoyed that. I let out a yelp of pleasurable pain. Then he started to suck and chew on them, yanking them with his teeth, giving both equal attention. I felt like I would explode if he didn't fuck me soon.
"Adam," I begged him. "Fuck me, take me now!"
He grabbed my arms and held me down. My legs instinctively positioned to accept his cock. I could feel him penetrating me. This is what I need, I thought. He might be young but he certainly knows what he is doing.
"Oh Adam, your cock is glorious. Give it to me, make me yours!"
He was so gentle and yet in total control, like a machine sliding in and out with a rhythm that I met with the motion of my hips. I felt my juices flowing as he drilled me. With each thrust, it felt like his cock grew thicker. My mind was in another universe.
"Don't stop! You've found the spot! That's it!"
It was as if I was watching myself in a porno. It was an out-of-body experience. I heard screaming in the distance. It was me letting out an orgasmic explosion. This stallion wouldn't let up. He was pounding me like a jackhammer. The eruption started again.
"Oh God! I can't believe it! You're making me come again!"
Adam didn't disappoint. My body shuddered from the frenzy he was causing. I didn't want it to stop. He was dominating me, driving me to heights of elation that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Just as I was building up again, he pulled out of me.