Booty Call

I am a musician and had been playing the musical Brigadoon at a small community theater.  We had a few rehearsals then played 10 shows over two weeks.  It was a nice run. It paid okay, not union scale, but not one of those "gas money" gigs either.  Following our opening night three of us decided to go grab a late dinner.  There is a place that was not too far from the theater and as a bonus was on my route back to my place, best of both worlds!  It was not a chain but not a fine dining establishment either, sort of like an upscale Chili's of today. We walked in and were greeted by some young teen girl who looked too young to be working that late, fresh scrubbed and probably at her first job.  She quickly seated us and told us that our waitress would soon be over to take care of us.  As she turned and walked away from us wiggling her tight little backside, one of my group said something to the effect of "I wouldn't mind hitting that!"  The other guy responded with "Yeah, your minute with her will get you 15 years in prision!"  We all sort of lauged and that was that. "What do we have here, a mortician's convention taking place?  Maybe you are three priests?" says a lovely older woman, perhaps in her early 30's.  She has light brunette hair, pretty brown eyes, stands about 5'8" and appears a little overweight, certainly not obese, but not like that little hard body that was the greeter!  Her rack is looking good, not huge but certainly a pair any woman would be proud to posess. Her smile is infectous. "We all got kicked out of seminary, couldn't take the vow of chastity" says the trumpet player of the group as he explains we are musicians, that is why we were dressed in all black. "I can understand that!" was her reply as she placed three menus on our table. "Can I get you anything to drink besides water?" she asks. She took our order and left, quickly and efficiently while stating that she would be right back.   "Married" said our trumpet player, "notice the ring?" The three of us ordered, ate quickly and, without much more sexual banter, paid our bill and left. "Come again!" said our waitress as we left.  Was I the only one who picked up a sexual connotation to her salutation? I spent most of Friday afternoon teaching lessons at a music store before heading off to the theater.  I did not have time to have anything to eat so when the show was over I was famished.  As luck would have it nobody else wanted to go out and grab a late dinner.  Some had wives or girlfriends that had come to the show, others just had reasons to not go.  I figured I would stop at a McDonalds or Burger King as I drove home.  What the heck, I ended up turning into the parking lot of the same place we had been on Thursday night.  It certainly was more crowded then it had been the night before but not packed out.  Being just one person, I slipped into one of the many empty counter seats.  To my surprise the same waitress from the night before came up and put a glass of water and menu in front of me? "Late funeral?" she joked. I sort of laughed at her and noticed the smile on her face and lovely eyes. By the time I finished my cheeseburger the place was almost cleared out, my watch said it was almost midnight.  They stayed open much later and this was apparently the end of what my waitress called the "movie crowd" and before the really late folks came in. I made a remark about how did her husband like her being out late.  She got a little misty eyed and said "He does not care, he is dead."  I was sort of taken aback. "He was in the navy and killed almost three years ago in a training accident just prior to deployment to Vietnam." "I am so sorry" I said, "please accept my apology for prying." "Apology accepted" she said.  "I have needed to move on. That is why I have taken this job.  My in-laws watch our daughter until I get home.  We live in a small home behind their place in Alhambra.  They put her to bed and just walk back to the main house when I return.  Would you care to come over, maybe have a beer?  It is not far from here. I am off in just a few minutes." I had no idea she was coming on to me. I thought she just wanted a sympathetic ear.  She gave me an idea where she lived and told me to follow her, but not turn into the driveway.  Wait a few minutes after she got out of her car and just walk down the driveway to the back house and knock softly so as not to wake her four-year-old. A few minutes later, we left the diner and I followed her. Maybe this would be more than just a talk and a beer!  She turned into a driveway and I parked a few doors down the street.  I had the radio on and checked my watch.  Those 10 minutes seemed to take forever!  Finally I get out of my car, closing the door as quietly as possible and walk down the strange driveway.  I see the house and knock quietly.  Within a second, the door opens slightly and she invites me in. I noticed she has changed out of her work clothes and into something more casual, though not a seductive outfit, but certainly a little more sexy.  I wonder if am I reading more into this than she intends. "Do you still want that beer?" she asks.   "Sure, if you are going to join me, I don't want to drink alone." "Alcohol tends to dull the senses, I would rather not." Hmm.  What is she taking about, dulls the senses.  The light switch is now on and I see where this is going. "I know what you mean.  Could I just have some water?" "Of course, I will get us a couple of glasses." We talk for quite some time and I get some of her background.  It turns out we went to the same high school, though she graduated when I was in 3rd grade!  It was her intent to get back on her feet financailly and emotionally.  She was going to back to school to get her teaching credential.  That would take care of her and her daughter financially, but she was still dealing with moving along emotionally.   We were seated on an old couch, talking some more and then she moved closer to me.  She turned to me, her firm tits brushing my chest as she leaned in and kissed me.  It was not a long passionate kiss, but what I would call a warning shot.  It was on the lips and just a little bit longer than a thank you kiss.   "Are you okay with this?" she asked. I may have been slow but I was not stupid.  I gave her my answer by leaning in a few inches and kissing her, this time my tongue probing hers, feeling her tongue and inside of her cheeks.  My hand came up to cup her breast and I massaged it gently.  Even through her blouse and bra I could feel her nipple stiffen.  Her hand was rubbing my hard cock through my pants.  We kissed on the couch a bit more and then she stood up and, taking me by the hand, led me back to her bedroom. The bedroom was already lit by several candles.  She had planned this. I was expecting to make a bit of foreplay in undressing one another, but she was quickly naked. She told me to hurry up and get the same way.  I did as told! I admired her lovely body.  I would estimate that she was perhaps a 34C.  She had just a little sag starting to happen.  I wanted to play with those beautiful boobs and nipples.  Her aereolas were about average in size as were her nipples.  I figured I could tease those nipples for quite some time.  I looked at her beautiful bush-covered pussy and wondered how it was going to taste.  Now, I enjoy foreplay as much as anyone.  Hell, to this day I am a bit disappointed when my wife just wants to "do it" without much foreplay. I hoped to spend a great deal of time sucking those lovely tits and teasing her clit with my tongue.  We were on the bed in each others arms for perhaps 30 seconds, maybe a minute, when she rolled on top of me and impaled herself on my dick. I remember my very first female fuck, I think it lasted about 10 seconds before I came (I was 15) and she was like that.  She was cumming in less than a minute.  I had never experienced that with a female before that night.  I am not sure just how long I lasted but I know she came at least three more times before I pumped my seed into her.     We were both exhausted.  We talked a bit and she thanked me profusely.  She told me how that was her first fuck since her husband left and had been killed.  She told me she NEEDED that.   After cleaning up a bit, we exchanged phone numbers.  Over the next several months, it was not unusual for me to get a call at 10 PM asking me to drop by.  It was striclty sexual in nature.  Just sex, then go.  She dropped by my place a few times, sometimes unannounced.  I would, on occasion, drop by her place late at night and knock.  Remember, this was pre-cell phone era!  Oh we did spend time in oral sex, 69 became a fun thing for us and we got to where we were timing our cums together.  She had a wonderful clit, very round in shape compared to the others I have seen up close. She even asked for, and got, anal a few times.  She was not what we would call a squirter but boy did she flood my mouth and the bedsheets with fluid! I think this was the epitomy of booty calls.  The only one I have ever had. Sometime just after Christmas and before New Year's Eve I called her.  She told me she was dating someone she met at the University and our times together would not be as frequent.  We did hook up two more times after that call.  The last time, I suspect that her boyfriend had been by earlier and made a deposit.  She would not let me go down on her and when we finally started to fuck, she was even more slippery then usual.  Was I getting those sloppy seconds?  I don't know.  I did make a conscious choice to not call her anymore and she never called me after that early morning fuck. Don't know what happened to her.  She would be in her mid-seventies today and I bet if her health is at least average she is one horny woman today! If you are the woman about whom I am writing, feel free to contact me here on ST.  Maybe we can hook up again?