Hello guest! (Level: guest) Log in

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

For the most part that was true. Back in New York, I’d go out on Friday nights after work. My office was in Manhattan. There are a million bars in the city which have Happy Hours.

My firm paid higher than the going rate for young Interior Designers, but it wasn’t enough to live in Manhattan. I lived in Brooklyn, just a subway ride away.

I was mostly unsuccessful meeting women perhaps twice my age at the Happy Hour bars near my office.

I wasn’t unsuccessful at meeting women. The sex was okay, but I wasn’t completely satisfied, even when I got laid or got a good blowjob. Some of these young women let me eat their pussy; reluctantly. “Matt, you can, but the few guys I’ve let do it, it wasn’t very good. I’d much rather have your cock in there.”

Or

“Matt, it’s our first date, let’s stick to fucking.”

Or

“Matt, I need to know a guy pretty well before I do anything oral. It’s not that I won’t or won’t let you, but not right away.”

Once or twice a month I’d end up in bed with some girl my age. The fucking was good, but I wanted more. I needed more.

It happened suddenly. One day, I had a meeting with a client on a Thursday afternoon at a mid-town hotel. After the meeting, I stopped in the hotel bar before going home to Brooklyn. The bar was crowded, and to my surprise many of the people there were women. Adult women; perhaps in their forties, fifties, maybe even in their sixties. A number of them seemed to be alone.

Had I struck a gold mine? After one drink, I headed to the subway, but on the way passed two other upscale hotels; I peeked in the bar. Same kind of clientele: women of the same age as in the other hotel bar.

I assumed that these were businesswomen who were staying at the hotel and might be interested in some companionship while away from home.

Friday, no Happy Hour bar filled with twenty-somethings for me. I headed straight to the bar where my meeting was yesterday. The bar was not nearly as crowded as yesterday. “Where’s everyone?” I asked the bartender. “Yesterday, you were packed.”

“Most of the businesspeople are from out of town; they finish their work and can’t wait to get home for the weekend. These people” he said, pointing at the people at the bar or sitting at tables, “are just having a cocktail before they catch their train to Jersey or Westchester.”

I had one drink and headed home. It dawned on me that Monday through Thursday might be my lucky days.

The following week, I made it a point to stop in that same hotel bar, on Wednesday after work. It was packed with people in their forties, fifties, even sixties. Many of them women and many who appeared to be by themselves. I stood at the bar, a woman perhaps in her fifties sitting on one side: a balding guy in a suit like me on the other.

I usually drink beer, but here in this sophisticated bar, “Dewar’s on the rocks.” I called the bartender.

Before my drink arrived, the bald guy left, I took his seat. The woman, a blonde; my mom would have called her a bottle blonde, if you know what that is; was watching the news on one of the televisions over the bar. “They should hang ‘em,” she said to no one in particular, but turned to me. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” In fact, I was looking at ball scores on another TV.

Click here to read the rest of this story (217 more lines)

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to Thomas B (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for Thomas B, incl. 101 stories Email: hstdr7522@outlook.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email

Give your opinion about this part: (You can vote for each part separately) select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)