We were out one night, having a nightcap in a busy hotel bar, when a youngish lad tried chatting me up at the bar. Pretty average looking but had a sparkle in his eye and his cheek; had me shaking my head in wonder. He couldn't have been above twenty-five at the most, and I was approaching forty.
I've never had a Mrs Robinson streak so I just gave him cheek back and headed back to my man. As I sat, my mister told me the lad hadn't taken his eyes off my rear the whole way back to our table. I told him the cheeky youngster had tried to chat me up, so that didn't surprise me.
"Were you tempted?" he asked.
"He's got a sparkle in his eye, but not overly, no," I replied. "He's too young," I laughed.
"I don't think you've shaken him off, he's still watching you. Go offer him a trial, see if he runs!" he dared.
Pecking him on the lips, I headed to the ladies room - which was past the bar and the young lad. As I approached, the young lad smiled at me.
"Couldn't stay away, I see," came the cheeky opener.
"Loitering outside the ladies room will get you a reputation you know," I told him.
"I only loiter for sexy women such as yourself," he schmoozed.
"Really? You have much experience with women like me do you?" I almost laughed.
"None like you. I think you're pretty unique." (I mean his patter was almost nauseating!)
"My man thinks I could you teach you things, like a public service. How do you feel about that?" I asked.
"Your man? I think you'd prefer me!" was the typical testosterone filled response.
"Is that so? Maybe I should set you a trial to find out," I said, one eyebrow raised. "Go to the disabled loo in five minutes. Knock twice."
Turning to give my man (who I knew had been watching) a wink and blow him a kiss, I headed to the ladies.
Five minutes later, as I was wondering if he'd show, there was a double knock on the door. Letting him in, I thought it time to ask his name. Only polite after all. Rick was the answer.
"Well Rick, your test is oral. Lets see how good your tongue is when it matters"
Placing one pointed toe on the closed seat, I rolled my skirt up to show him my smooth lips, sans panties.
"On your knees boy, I don't have all night."
He approached me on his knees (this was a nice place, it was clean, don't write in hygiene fanatics!) and proceeded to thoroughly lick my lower lips, occasionally thrusting his tongue into my pussy hole.
"Oh I hate it when my man is right, you need taking in hand and training," I moaned.
Pushing his face a way, he looked distraught.
"If others have 'cum' from that, they've been faking. Can you take direction? Well, guess we'll see. Right, do you see this here?" I was holding my lips apart, flicking my bud with a blue and silver painted nail. "This is a clitoris. It has as many nerve endings as the head of your cock. Suck it to get the blood flowing and flick it with your tongue," were my first instructions.