Pub Crawl

I spend a lot of time at the local pub. Too much time but Angie likes to hang out there and the craft beer is terrific.

Angie is my best friend. We met in divorce court when the judge formally ended both our marriages on the same day. We went out to celebrate that afternoon and we've been celebrating together ever since. Angie calls me Ginny. my dad calls me Ginger and my mother calls me Virginia. I'll let you guess which is my birth name.

We've been celebrating for almost two years. Initially, we visited a number of different watering holes on Saturday nights. For the last year we've focused on the same pub and our focus has shifted from celebrating to wanting to get laid.

It's not as easy as it sounds. We're both in our late forties. We've both got fantastic bodies and attractive features but we're both in our late forties. The candidates for sexual partners in the pub are mostly men in their forties as well but the competition is in their late twenties. We've had a few overtures. Mostly from men in their late twenties but nothing has developed so far. We're both looking for experienced partners, not someone who needs to be instructed in how to take us where we want to go.

Angie was getting desperate. She was ready to accept one of the young possibilities just to feel a hard cock and the splash of hot semen inside her. I wanted all of that and an orgasm too. So far my version of our fantasy was our guide.

Last Saturday, Angie and I were sitting at our usual table near the bar, drinking Austrian beer when we noticed a new body at the bar. He was probably in his mid-thirties and he looked experienced to us. Maybe it was the image of his chest in his tight t-shirt or maybe it was the bulge in his tight jeans. Either way, Angie and I spent considerable time sharing our fantasies about the possibilities with him.

We caught him looking at us several times. We were sure to look back hoping we were sending a message but nothing developed. We last saw him he was following a twenty something female out the front door.

We left the pub after midnight. heading home to our battery-operated toys. Angie suggested she was ready to try each other instead, an idea I agreed with. We decided to give it one more week.

The following Saturday we were sitting at our usual table in the pub. this time drinking Belgian beer when our fantasy man came in and settled at the bar. He ordered something that looked like a lite beer. It took a few minutes before he noticed us. That began a prolonged series of glances, periods of indifference, and eye contact. Finally, he saluted us with his beer glass. We saluted him back and waited. His move.

He leaned over the bar and had a brief conversation with the bartender. The heavy chested bartender in the low-cut pheasant blouse brought him three pints of beer, two dark amber and a third urine yellow. He picked up the beers in a triangle in both hands and started for our table.

He arrived at our table with the three glasses of beer. "Hey ladies, Can I buy you a beer?" he asked.

It wasn't a very good pick-up line, especially since he had already bought the beers and two of them weren't his favorites. "Do we know you?" asked Angie.

"Not yet," he responded. "But I'm sure you'd like to."

"Getting better," I thought. "Sure," I said.

Angie pushed out a chair with her foot. "Have a seat," she offered.

He struggled with organizing the chair and not spilling the beer. Angie and I saved him and relieved him of the two visually appealing beers. He put his beer on the table and sat down. "Now that you've assumed we'd agree to allow you to buy us beer and you've sat down at our table, do you have a name?" asked Angie.

"Garth," he answered simply.

"Garth? As in Garth Brooks?" I asked.

"I wish I had his talent and money," he said. "My mother loved his music since she first heard it in 1989. She'd have given me the whole name but Garth Boone was as close as she could come and since I was born two years later, ... well you get the picture. Do you ladies have names?"

"I'm Ginny," I told him. "And the lady over there with the huge smile is Angie."

"Angie does have a terrific smile," Garth observed. "How about you? Do you smile?"

"I love to smile," I admitted. "It just takes me longer to get there."

"Well, I hope you're smiling before the evening is over," Garth suggested.

Things were moving in the right direction and I was developing a smile. However, during the next half hour, things didn't progress very far. My smile was on hold and Angie's smile was less evident. Angie finally questioned Garth's motives. "So, Mr., Boone," she said. "What are your intensions this evening?"

On the spot, he replied. "I was hoping I was having an effect on you. Am I?"

I was affected by the interesting subjects we were discussing as well as the physical effect he had on me by merely being present. "That's a question that has many different answers," I challenged him. "Which specific effect were you anticipating?"

Garth seemed unwilling to be specific. Angie helped him. "Were you hoping that one of us might leave so that you might propose something more specific with the one who remained?" she asked.

"Something like that," Garth confessed.

"Let me put your mind at ease," I proposed. "Angie and I are good friends."

"Is that important?" he asked.

"We're inseparable," I said.

"Oh," he commented. "Like Ellen and Portia?"

"Not quite that inseparable," offered Angie.

"Well, ladies," said Garth. "where do we go from here?"

"I guess that depends on who has the closest option," suggested Angie.

"All three of us?" asked Garth.

"Angie and I are inseparable, remember?" I asked.

"I have a room in the hotel around the corner," Garth suggested.

"You don't live here?" I asked.

"Not here. Nearby," Garth answered.

"So why the hotel room?" Angie wanted to know.

"Sometimes I drink too much or get lucky and I don't want to drive too far," explained Garth.

"Like with the blonde last week?" Angie asked.

"You saw that," commented Garth. "It wasn't what you think. She was gone before I got out the door."

"Poor you," consoled Angie.

Garth laughed. "Yeah, poor me but tonight I think I've struck it rich."

"Just what are you expecting tonight?" I asked.

"Twice what I was expecting last week," said Garth with a winning smile.

Angie stood up. "Let's go find out," she suggested.

We left the pub with Garth. The bartender gave him a thumb's up and blew him a kiss as we left. "She seems to know you well," Angie commented.

"If I'm still here at closing time," smiled Garth.

"Enough remembering and more fantasizing," said Angie. "Which way?"

We turned left, crossed the street at the corner, and turned left again. Garth's room was on the fourth floor in a midrange hotel that specialized in suites. Angie set the mood by kissing him in the elevator. The elevator door opened before I could do the same.

The door to Garth's room opened on a large sitting area with a sofa, two chairs, and an over-large flat screen television. A passage led past a bathroom on the left to an even larger sleeping area with a king-sized bed and another over large flat screen television that I had no plan to turn on. Angie headed straight for the bedroom.

I closed the door and stopped Garth from following Angie. I turned him around and kissed him. He got the message and returned my kiss. I placed his hand on my breast and rubbed the bulge in his pants. He moaned into my mouth.

"Hey guys, where are you?" called Angie from the bedroom.

"We should join Angie," I suggested.

"Why? There's a sofa here," offered Garth.

"We're inseparable, remember," I reminded him.

Angie was sitting on the side of the bed, her shoes, and blouse were on the floor in front of her. She was working on the button and zipper of her slacks. "Help me get these off," she said.

While Garth was helping Angie, I kicked off my shoes and removed my blouse. I sat next to Angie on the bed and loosened the button and zipper of my slacks. When Garth successfully removed Angie's slacks, I stuck out my legs. Garth understood and pulled off my slacks. Both pairs of slacks ended up on the floor on top of our blouses.

Angie and I sat on the bed in our bras and panties and waited. "What?" asked Garth.

"Your turn," said Angie.

"Do you want to help?" asked Garth.

"Do you need help?" I asked.

"I might," suggested Garth.

"Then we might be in the wrong room," Angie said.

Garth unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, pulled the tail of the shirt from his trousers, pulled the shirt off over his head, and tossed it on top of our clothing, Angie took a deep breath and I smiled. Garth was obviously a regular in the gym. He had a nice set of pectoral muscles and the hint of a six pack. His nipples were inviting.

Garth looked at us as if it were our turn, Angie snapped the waistband of her panties. Garth took a deep breath. He managed to not fall as he danced on each leg trying to remove his trousers. Successful, he tossed his pants aside. He shifted his weight side to side on each leg as he waited for us to react. He was wearing a pair of tight, dark blue boxer briefs that went down about one-half his thighs. The bulge in his briefs was obvious and more inviting than his nipples.

Angie was impressed. I could tell by how she was breathing and wiggling around on the bed. I was more cautious. My ex-husband had a package that looked impressive in tight briefs but was less than expected when unpacked.

A staring contest ensued. Angie stared at Garth. Garth stared back. Angie snapped the waistband of her panties again. Garth snapped the waistband of his briefs. Angie pointed at Garth's crotch. Garth pointed at Angie's breasts. Angie hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her back and undoing the four hooks of her bra.

Her bra hung from her shoulders, still covering her breasts, Garth pointed at her and flipped a finger up silently suggesting that she finish removing her bra, Angie took another deep breath, closed her eyes and lifted her bra from her body, let it slide down her arms and tossed it aside.

Garth took a deep breath and pointed at me. Without hesitation and a lot less drama than Angie, I released the three hooks of my bra and tossed it aside. I've always been proud of my breasts. They're large and perkier than I thought the breasts of a woman my age would have. Externally, I thought Angie's breasts were similar to mine. However, they were significantly larger than mine. They sagged more than my breasts, probably because of their larger size and Garth seemed to be staring at her breasts more than mine.

Angie lifted her breasts in her hands. To me it looked like an invitation to Garth. He took a step in her direction. She put up a hand to stop him. She snapped the waistband of her panties again. It was clear that she wanted Garth's briefs off before he could squeeze her breasts. Garth looked at me. I lifted my breasts in my hands and shook my head from side to side.

Resigned, Garth hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down. He bent down and pushed them off his feet. Free of his briefs, he stood up facing us. Unwrapped, his cock seemed a normal size but it was growing as we watched. Angie waved her breasts at him again and by the time he was close enough to lift them himself, his erection was pointing upward at a thirty-degree angle.

Garth hefted Angie's breasts in both hands. Angie hefted Garth's balls in one hand and wrapped her other hand around his erection. I watched the action unfold in front of me. Garth held Angie's breasts with a careful touch, almost as if he was afraid he might damage them. Angie wasn't so gentle with his cock and balls. Garth rubbed his thumbs around and over Angie's nipples. She gasped, rolled on her back on the bed and lifted her legs.

Garth grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them off her legs. Her legs lifted high and separated. Garth started to move his face between her legs. She grabbed his head and pulled him up on her body. "Later," she said, "Fuck me now."

I moved down the bed to give them room. Neither of them noticed. I watched as Garth stood on the floor between Angie's legs, lubricated the head of his erection with the secretions from Angie's labia, and slipped inside her while palming her breasts with his hands.

Angie moaned. I moved to get off the bed. She grabbed my hand, "Don't leave," she begged. "I need you right now."

I lay down on the bed beside her. Garth's hand found my breast. My hand found Angie's breast. "Nice," commented Angie.

I wasn't sure if she was referring to Garth squeezing my breast, me squeezing her breast, or to his fucking her. It didn't matter. It was the beginning of a three-way sexual adventure. Soon, Garth would be stroking into me while Garth and Angie squeezed my breasts.

I leaned over and kissed Angie. She grabbed my hair and pulled me in for a more intense kiss. Suddenly, she was moaning and yelling, "There. Right there."

Garth moved slightly. "No, Don't move. Back where you were," shouted Angie.

Garth moved slightly back to where he was. "Yessss!" hissed Angie.

Within seconds, Angie was moaning, "I'm gonna. I'm gonna." Then she began to make noises more like a wounded animal, She lifted her hips off the bed with her feet on the edge of the bed. She pushed against Garth and howled, "Fuuuucccck!" before collapsing on the bed.

Garth slipped out of her and looked at me. "Oh yeah," I thought. I slid back on the bed and removed my panties. Garth crawled on the bed on his knees between my legs. I pulled my legs apart with my hands behind my knees. Garth's erection, glistening with fluids from my best friend, looked larger from this position. Without hesitation, he slipped inside me.

"Oh, Gaaad," I moaned as the first hard cock in almost three years spread the walls of my vagina. It was almost as I wasn't the woman on her back with a man fucking her senseless. I felt as if I was in observation of myself, writhing on the bed as my lover fucked me. It wasn't me feeling him stretch my vagina and poke against my cervix. It wasn't me crying as the almost forgotten feelings overwhelmed my body. It wasn't me until, suddenly, Angie was kissing me, her tongue penetrating my mouth as Garth's erection penetrated my pussy. It was Garth. it was Angie, and it was me. Angie kissed me. Angie squeezed my breasts. Angie kissed and sucked on my nipples and it was Garth fucking me.

My orgasm rattled my bones. I had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Garth pushed harder inside me and I came a second time. Garth started to withdraw. "No," I shouted.

Angie stopped him. "Don't leave her," she insisted.

"I'm going to cum," Garth explained.

"She wants to feel it. She wants to feel your sperm splashing against her insides. Don't keep it from her."

"But, ..."

"No buts. Just do it," Angie shouted.

Garth pushed harder inside me and he unleashed a torrent of hot semen and sperm against my cervix. I screamed with pleasure as my third orgasm took over my body.

Later, we lay on top of the bed, naked and unafraid. Angie and I along either side of Garth. I was running my fingers around one of his nipples and Angie was idly toying with his unresponsive penis. Garth had an arm around me. He pulled me up slightly, "Are you all right?" he asked.

"All right hardly describes it," I told him.

"But, I came inside you," he confessed. "Doesn't that frighten you?"

"If you think I'll get pregnant," I assumed. "No, I'm not concerned. I'm long past getting pregnant. It's one of the benefits you get when you fuck and older woman."

"So, we're okay?" he asked.

"We're okay but we're not done," I warned him.

Angie felt Garth's penis twitch. Encouraged, she repositioned herself and sucked his limp penis between her lips. The result was immediate. Garth's penis transformed into a cock and then an erection. Seconds later, Angie was astride his legs with his erection buried in her pussy. Garth moaned.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm wonderful. Not done is a wonderful idea," Garth told me.

Angie leaned forward and tried to kiss me. I got up on my knees and we kissed. Kissing led to palming breasts. I moved to kneeling over Garth's head to improve my access to Angie. Garth took that as another not done activity. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his face until he could enter me with his tongue. He kissed and sucked on my clitoris and his fingers entered me and rubbed the place behind my clitoris at the same time. My orgasm motor started. I could feel it coming from my toes and from my primitive brain. When the nerve impulses met in my vagina. the results would be explosive. I welcomed it.

I came all over Garth's face. Garth came inside Angie and Angie soaked his abdomen and the bed.

Without resting, we scrambled around so Garth could suck Angie's clitoris, I could suck Garth's cock, and Angie could suck my clitoris, We continued like that for hours, constantly changing positions and pleasuring each other. Every time Garth manifested an erection, it was inside one of us, vagina or mouth, We didn't care which.

It was after two in the morning when we finally admitted we couldn't continue further. We, and the bed, were covered with drying secretions. Angie was the first to roll out of the bed and stumble into the bathroom. I heard her pee and the shower start. I stumbled after her. I sat on the toilet to pee. Garth was standing in the doorway. "That's a fantastic idea," he said.

"Give me a second," I said.

"Don't hurry, I've got it handled," he said as he stepped into the shower with Angie. Seconds later, I heard Angie complain, "What are you doing?"

"I had to pee," explained Garth.

"Well, aim that thing away from me," Angie insisted.

"No problem," he agreed, "but you might like it."

"Not tonight," swore Angie.

Eventually, we all showered and dried off. Angie and I began sorting out the clothing. Angie put on her slacks and blouse. She stuffed her bra and panties into her purse. I planned to put on my panties but, when I found them, they were too messy to wear. They ended up in my purse with my bra.

"Are you guys leaving?" Garth asked.

"For now," Angie said.

"Can we do this again?" he asked.

Angie and I looked at each other. "Absolutely," we said in unison.

"Next Saturday?"

"It's a date."

"Same time?

"Sure."

"Same pub?

"And same hotel room," I finished.

"One more thing," Garth said.

"Okay," Angie responded.

"Can I bring a friend?