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Q in the Toddling Town It had been a great trip to Chicago. Museums, restaurants, clubs and bars. We were mature friends visiting the “White City” for the first time. The day had been the architecture cruise on the river and a light lunch at Morton’s Steak House. Back to our near north side hotel we had soaked in the hotel Jacuzzi and partaken of what ever we thought we could get away with beneath the bubbles of the tub. That was followed was a short nap and other bedroom adventures. Q was rested, rejuvenated but very “randy” when we ventured across the street to a recommended steak house on Dearborn St. I asked if she was hungry and Q confessed “not really.” So I suggested a drink and a little early Jazz from a nearby club. The club was busy serving dinner and Jazz from a Dixieland Combo on a small stage. I paid the early evening cover charge and we parked ourselves on two bar stools with a slightly obstructed view of the combo. Two middle age black guys were engrossed in business with an empty seat between them and Q. That was soon filled by a fortyish, businessman with more on his mind than Jazz. As Q sipped her wine and we listened to both the familiar and unfamiliar tunes I gently rubbed her back with my left hand and caressed her right knee with my other. Her sexy, button down blue dress was about knee length. I was starting to bunch it up around her leg as I gently stroked the inside of her thigh. According to our fun-game/practice of unbuttoning a button for every drink, the first lower button of her dress was unfettered. At first our nearest neighbor was engrossed in E-Mail and the black pair in their business discussions but as I slid my hand well past Q’s knee I was getting quick sideways glances from the twitterer and the far Ankara bayan escort black man. Q and I whispered and giggled about her being a “Cougar on the Prowl.” Her assessment of the nearest bait was not enthusiastic. I suggested the more distinguished dressed of the black pair but she preferred the other, younger conversationalist. After a lot of teasing, coxing and massaging of her pure white thigh, she leaned into her closest potential bait, placing a hand on his shoulder with the pretense of getting a glimpse around the obstructing pole that blocked her view of the trombone player. Polite but not interested was his reaction. This was not lost on the black guy who excitingly filled in his friend. The near guy left. After another round and this time with a top button loosened we were having more whispered fun. The black pair got up to leave. The younger of the two held back surveying Q with a lustful smile. Before he could depart I made eye contact, smiled, nodded and behind Q’s back pointed with my left index finger to the vacant stool on Q’s left. He fumbled but then told his friend he was going to stay, have another drink and listen to some more Jazz. When he sat down he waved his finger over the parts of the bar in front of the three of us indicating he would buy a round. “Hi, I’m Sam,” he said, extending his hand to me but looking intently into Q’s eyes. Sam’s intense grey stare mesmerized Q. Conversation established that he was forty-four, single (at least for tonight) and interested. Visiting from Denver on business and staying at the Residence Inn on Dearborn, the adjoined, sister hotel to ours. Drinking Makers Mark and water, Q thought he was, handsome, educated and charming. My observation Escort bayan Ankara was that he didn’t lack any self-confidence. When my cell phone buzzed I pulled it from my pocket. A call I could return later. When I returned my hand to Q’s back, his right hand was already there, massaging her neck and stroking her back. He was casually playing with the dress strap over her left shoulder. I knew he had discovered that she had not worn a bra which magnified his interest. As Q warmed to his attention they both naturally turned toward each other. She widened her legs so as not to lose my interest on her right thigh. Soon, I saw, he was stroking her calf below her knee but that was not meant to last for long. He asked Q how old she was. When she replied 67, he looked surprised but smiled pleasantly. He complimented her on her great figure and pretty face. He moved his hand further up her leg. Q’s Cougar juices surged. I could see that Q no longer needed encouragement from me to pursue the role of Cougar. She quietly moved his hand away from her thigh, placing it on her lap. She knew this was not the time to appear too anxious. She failed to realize, though, that the buttons on her dress were spaced in such a way that he could get his finger between the buttons to touch her pussy. He gently massaged the lips of the clit, while watching for a reaction. As this was somewhat awkward, she once again removed his hand. She whispered to Sam that custom and tradition dictated a button be loosened from her dress every time she had a drink. Since he bought the drink did he want to do the honor? “In fact,” Q said, “why don’t you do two?” He undid a button from both the top and bottom of the blue dress and returned his hand Bayan escort Ankara closer to her very wet clit. Unable to contain my excitement, I excused myself to the men’s room. I took a little extra time and when I returned both Sam and Q were gone. Scrawled on a napkin in her handwriting was the message “be back sometime???.” I saw them on the dance floor. The band was playing their closing song “Sweet Georgia Brown”. Sam was slinging Q back and forth with an old fashion Jitter Bug. As the band broke down their gig, juke- box music filled the gap between the band and the follow on gig. The music was slow and Sam pulled Q close to him and swayed to the music. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. His hands went to her bottom and squeezed her cheeks hard. Q showing no restraint, ground her pelvis into his hard cock. He lifted her short skirt and squeezed her thong-clad fanny. As he kissed her deeply she seemed to climb into his body. Her hands pulled his mouth into hers. She broke the embrace only to slip her hand between them to stroke and fondle his cock. It looked like she was going to fuck him right on the dance floor. The music stopped and they lingered swaying and grinding their hips together until they were embarrassingly the only ones remaining. Sam then escorted Q not back to the bar but to a dark booth back off the dance floor. He signaled that I should join them, which I did. It was a new experience for me to observe Q in action as a Cougar. I could see that she was enjoying the role and was quite at ease with it. They were seated quite close, with his left arm draped around her shoulder at the back of the booth. As she leaned into him, she allowed her hand to rest lightly on his leg and began to caress his dick. A sharp intake of his breath told her what she wanted to know. She had found her mark. She increased the pressure and the speed slightly until the bulge she had noticed on the dance floor returned. I was seated at her left, and she then proceeded to fondle my dick as well with her free hand.
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