So last week, there was a guy at the bar where I work who was meeting some kind of business partner or something. (Both older guys with white dress shirts and sport jackets, I just assume they’re all Important Business People.) They had papers and pens and stuff all over the booth, and I just came over occasionally to see if they wanted anything. Eventually one guy left and the first guy settled up the tab. I’d noticed him checking me out all afternoon, but that wasn’t anything remarkable.
When I was running his card he asked “Hey honey, what’s your name?”
I told him, and he gave me another very obvious up-and-down. I didn’t mind – he’s tall, hair is going silver, very handsome. “So what do I have to do to get your number?”
I swear, I blushed. When I gave him his receipt, I wrote my number on it. What can I say, I’m a pleaser.
He texts the next day and asks if he can see me again. There’s a wine bar nearby with a nice patio. I said sure. Then he texted and said, “I liked the pigtails. You should wear your hair like that more often.”
(Aside, I actually posted something about how I feel when I wear my hair up in braided pigtails over the weekend. Welp, this is what inspired that…)
So obviously it was SUPER presumptuous of him but like… I was also into it? A handsome older man giving me orders? Um, yes daddy.
Fast forward, we’re at the wine bar roof patio. I wore a nice skirt, with a pretty skimpy top made appropriate with a jacket, cute heels. Pigtails like he asked, of course. I’m two glasses of rose in and feeling gooooood. Robert (his name) is super charming, funny, still very handsome. Tells me about his business and where he’s been and stuff.
He’s also MARRIED – he didn’t even bother taking off his ring. Asked me straight up, is that a problem? And I was like… as far as I’m concerned, that’s your business, just don’t get me involved in it.
After about two hours he has to go. He pulls me into the alleyway next to the wine bar and I make out with him for a while. Sucking on his tongue while he slips a hand under my skirt to fondle my bare ass cheek. I was NOT expecting it when he then slipped a finger into my thong and ran it across my (extremely wet) lips.
“Shaved? Good girl. I like that.”
I said the only thing I could think of. “Thanks daddy.”
I swear I would’ve done anything with him right there but he had to go. He said he’d see me soon.
So… next time, I’m going to pounce on Robert’s cock the first chance I get. He can do pretty much anything he wants to me. I hope he likes spanking.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uhizqu/i_24f_went_on_a_date_with_a_53_year_old_married
would love to be robert, im hard as fuck, and i love pigtails, the scream fuck me all over your face, damn girl
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