Mandy, Part 1
Published on Saturday, April 24, 2010

This story was submitted anonymously.

I took a long shower when I decided to just say fuck it, have a beer and watch some TV. When I got out of the shower, I didn’t even bother to get dressed, went to the fridge to get a beer and then plop down on the couch. Shit! No beer in the fridge. I went to get dressed so I could walk to the liquor store and grab a 12 pack. On the way there, I decided to stop at a bar for a beer instead, and maybe grab a burger since I was a little hungry. I checked how much money I had on me, 40 bucks. I had enough for a beer, burger, pack of cigarettes and a 12 pack to go. Perfect.

I walked into the place and strolled until mid-point in the bar where a stool was empty. The bartender was there immediately and I asked for a Bud Light, flipping a 20 on the bar. I looked around and there was about 30 or so people in the place. It felt kinda weird since I don’t frequent the bars that often. I was never one to drink a whole lot, so I had no idea what kind of place this is. The bartender took my money and brought me my change then informed me it was happy hour 2 for1 drinks. He told me his name was Jeff and when I was ready, just give him a holler. I asked if they served food, and he replied, the best burgers in town. So I order and burger and fries and just sat quietly watching one of the big screen TV’s behind the bar. The TV was on the sports channel and a Major League Baseball game was playing. My burger and fries came and I was slowly eating it when a girl next to me said:

“Aw, that was a bad call ump. What do you think?”

I didn’t realize she was talking to me so I didn’t answer her. Then she hit me on my shoulder, I turned and she repeated to me, “That was a bad call, don’t you think so?”

“I’m sorry, I really wasn’t paying attention.” I replied. She looked to be about my age, 30, had brunette hair that came down just past her shoulders. She had brown eyes that were set a little further back in her head. Her nose seemed to be a little too big for her face, and they helped hold up a pair of wire rimmed glasses. Her lips had just a hint of pink lipstick and looked like they could suck a golf ball through 20 feet of garden hose. She was wearing a blue button down shirt and jeans. Maybe a B cup breasts. But what really surprised me is that she was wearing a pair of black high heels, about 4 inches, closed toe, tan nylons, and her shoe was cut low enough to show some toe cleavage. Her right leg was crossed over her left away from me.

“You weren’t? Geez, I thought all guys came to the bar to hit on girls or watch sports.”

“I don’t come to the bar often. I just stopped for a burger and a beer. Trying something different once.”

“Well, nice to meet you Tim. You don’t mind if I chat with you while you eat?”

“No. Not at all. As long as you don’t make me talk when I’m chewing.” I laughed.

“I won’t do that to you. I don’t know anybody in here, and I don’t want guys to think I’m available. I just came in to relax and have a drink.”

“Oh so you want me to be your boyfriend for a little while huh?” I chuckled.

“Well,” I said, “If you would excuse me for a minute, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Are you going to come back?”

“Of course. My drink is still here.”

She gave me a smile and I made my way to the bathroom. While standing there taking a piss, I reflected on what was happening so far. She seemed to be a nice gal, knew more about baseball than your average gal, and she was wearing nylons. She wasn’t that pretty, but I bet with a mini-skirt and a little more makeup, she was beautiful. When I returned from the bathroom, she had taken my seat, and some other guy was sitting on her stool. The other guy was talking with his buddies, and she was looking down at her glass of beer. Her right leg was crossed over her left with her shoe firmly on her foot. She was turned away from me a little and didn’t see me approaching. Just before I got to her, I put my hand on her back very lightly; just enough to let her know I was there, and reached around her to grab my bottle of beer which still had at least one pull in it. She turned a little and smiled at me and her shoe bumped into my shin. Just that little bit of contact from her had my cock rising a little.

“I’m glad you came back. I was starting to worry that you left me. I was going to buy you another beer but I wasn’t sure if you left.”

“Nope. Still here. I thought you still needed a boyfriend. Or did you find somebody else already?”

She giggled at me. “I didn’t find a new boyfriend. You’re the only guy I see in here.” She smiled.

Wow. How about that for an ego booster? She took her left hand, rubbed down my back, hooked her thumb into my belt loop and put her fingers into my back pocket. With her other hand she picked up a five from her pile of money to flag Jeff for another drink. How did I not notice before that her fingernails were nicely manicured and painted red? I looked down at her shoe which was still against my shin and wondered if her toenails were painted the same color. She tapped her shoe against my leg twice, which caused me to look at her. She was smiling and looking at me over the top of her glasses and handed me my fresh bottle of beer.

“Here you go. And in case you’re wondering, I had a mani and a pedi yesterday and my toenails are the same color.”

“I...uh…I was…uh..” Somehow I couldn’t make the words form. I was embarrassed that she caught me looking. But not like my ex-girlfriend, she didn’t seem to mind.

I could only stare at her as she walked away towards the bathroom. Her ass swayed back and forth and her heels clacked against the floor. Just as she got to the door of the ladies room, she turned to look at me, slid her foot out of her shoe for a quick second, winked, blew me a kiss, then went inside. I was all the way hard now, as if I wasn’t before. I took a couple swigs off my beer, trying to calm my nerves and watch the game to get my cock back down. But as soon as I heard those heels coming back, I turned to look at her. She had redone her hair a little so it was hanging down both sides of her shoulders. She also redid her pink lipstick as her lips were more noticeable. Two Buttons were now undone on her blouse. She had a slight smile on her lips and her eyes held mine. She licked her lips just before she got to me, and my erection was back to full hardness. She placed one hand against my leg and turned me on my stool so she could get in between my legs. She kissed me and let her tongue trace around my lips. Her perfume now filled my nostrils.

“Did you keep my seat warm?”

“Uh…yes I did.” And I moved to get up so she could sit down.

“Looks like my team is going to win. I’m ready to leave unless you want another beer.”

“Nope. I’m ready when you are.”

“Who’s car? Mine or yours?”

“I walked, so I guess it’s going to be yours.”

“Well, I guess you can drive mine. Do you know how to drive a stick?” The way she said that and the hard squeeze she gave my cock while she said that almost made me cum.

“Yes.” I managed to croak out.

She giggled. “Well it is really an automatic, I just wanted to squeeze you hard one last time. I promise I will be very gentle with your cock from now on.”

We left the bar with my arm around her waist. Her car was parked to the side of the bar where nobody could see it. She had a newer model Chevy Malibu. We got in and I started the car.

“Where to?” I asked her.

“Just a minute. I want to see something.” She looked into my eyes as she reached over and undid my belt buckle, undid my pants, slid my zipper down and placed her hand against my cock over my underwear. “Can I see it?” She whispered. “And feel it bare?” Her hand felt so good against it my eyes must have rolled back into my head. “Please?” I couldn’t answer her right away. The feeling was just too good. “I’ll show you my feet if you let me.”

I could only nod my head yes. She squealed in delight and pulled my underwear down to just underneath my balls. It slapped against my stomach making it wet with the pre-cum drooling out of it.

“Oh my.” She cooed looking down at it. “Such a beautiful cock. Looks like it is going to fit into me just perfect.” She took it into her hand and lightly stroked it from the base to the head. “So hard for me.” She whispered. “So hard.” She repeated as she stroked me slowly up and down getting more of my pre-cum on her hand. She kissed me again pushing her tongue into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Her slow stroking had me going crazy. Not hard or fast enough to make me cum. She rubbed that sweet spot just underneath the head with her thumb just for a second before she would slowly stroke back down to the base, then start the process all over again. My hips were moving in rhythm with her hand and I was moaning into her mouth. She was rubbing her tits against my arm and moaning as well. She broke away from the kiss to look down at my cock and hips shaking uncontrollably.

“Can I make you cum?” She said to my cock. “Can I make you cum for me?” She looked back to me and kissed me hard, then looked at me with pleading eyes. “Please let me make him cum. He is so much bigger than what I am used to stroking.” She never stopped her agonizing slow strokes. “Please. I want him to cum in my hand. Please.”

I couldn’t answer her. Her hand felt so good the words couldn’t form in my mouth.

“Please Tim, let him cum for me. I’ll clean him up real quick, then I’ll let you see my feet.”

That did it. Right after she said feet, I came. Grunting and groaning I came into her hand. She stroked faster now and with a little more pressure.

“Yes! Cum for me you beautiful cock! Give me all your cum!”

She kept stroking and I must’ve shot 5 big ropes before all I could produce was just a dribble. I felt her tongue lick the cum off my chest down to my stomach before she took me into her mouth and suckled my cock as I was going soft. The feeling was exquisite and I felt my eyelids going heavy. My ex never made me cum as hard as Mandy just did.