It was a sultry summer night, the air thick with anticipation as the moon cast its pale light over the cityscape. In a dimly lit corner of an upscale bar, she sat at the bar, her long legs crossed in a way that drew every eye to her. She was everything he'd ever wanted, the ultimate MILF - mature, independent, and so very fucking sexy. As he approached, her eyes met his, and they both knew what this night would bring.
"Hey there," she said with a wicked grin, "I've been waiting for you." Her voice was like liquid honey, smooth and intoxicating. His cock stirred in his pants at the mere sound of it. He slid onto the barstool next to her, his leg brushing against hers as he did so. The contact sent a jolt of desire through him.
The bartender arrived, asking for their drink orders, and she ordered her usual - a classic martini, straight up. He couldn't resist ordering the same. As they sipped their drinks, the ice clinking against the glasses, they exchanged flirtatious glances. The tension between them was palpable, and he could feel his cock growing harder with each sip of his drink.
She put her hand on his thigh, moving it slowly upwards, "I think we both know what this is about." Her voice was low and seductive, making his blood run hot. He nodded in agreement, unable to speak. She stood up, taking his hand, and led him out of the bar and into the night.
As they walked, she pulled him close, her body pressed against his, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Her tits were amazing - big and full, with nipples that were hard as rocks, pressing against his chest. He couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing one, squeezing it through her dress. She moaned softly in response, pushing herself against him even harder.
They reached the entrance to an alleyway, and she pushed him up against the wall. Her lips were on his neck before he could react, her tongue tracing the line of his jugular vein. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. He nodded again, not trusting himself to speak.
She unzipped his pants, pulling out his rock-hard cock with a hungry smile. She licked her lips, then took him in her mouth, sucking him deep until he thought he might lose consciousness from pleasure alone. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her head bobbing up and down.
He was close already, but she knew just how to push him over the edge. "Take off your pants," she ordered, pulling away just long enough for him to do so. His dick sprang free, throbbing and leaking pre-cum in anticipation. She grabbed his cock again, pumping it hard and fast as her other hand reached into her dress, sliding two fingers deep inside herself.
"Fuck, yes!" he gasped, his hips thrusting forward against her hand. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his balls tightening up. She smiled, knowing exactly what to do. Her mouth closed around the tip of his dick once more, sucking him back into her mouth as she continued to finger herself.
That was all it took - one final thrust and he came hard, spurting hot cum down her throat and onto her fingers. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as he softened in her hand. "Goddamn," he breathed, leaning against the wall as she continued to pleasure herself, using his cum as lubrication.
Finally, she stood up, wiping her hand on a nearby tissue before tossing it into the trash. She turned to face him, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across her face. "That was just the beginning," she said with a wicked grin, her eyes filled with promise. And as they walked back towards the bar, he knew he would do anything - absolutely anything - to make this night last forever.