A group of women in a new local bar were chatting, this one very loudly proclaimed this. I put her and her friend straight.

The new bar had only been open for a few weeks. It was incredibly popular. There was just something intimate and eighties about it. I’d been there a few times on my own, tonight being no exception after work. It had become a regular stop since losing the wife. As usual all of the tables and chairs were taken but there were a few tables where you could stand and talk.

I placed my drink on this table. There was a group of five women, mainly on the opposite side, this side was empty so when I’d placed my glass down I glanced around the room. Most of the people in the room were of a similar age, somewhere in their forties and fifties. As my glaze passed by this group of ladies I smiled at them, one lady nodded back and carried on with the conversation they were all having. Another one, probably in her late thirties, smiled back at me. Obviously I didn’t have a clue which ones were married, engaged or taken. It didn’t matter to me, I wasn’t there on the pull. Just there to have a few beers, soak in the atmosphere and see who had the nicest breasts. This lady was definitely winning so far.

She was about five feet eight, so a bit smaller than me. She was wearing a short summer dress, with a healthy amount of cleavage showing. I hadn’t realised that I had been staring at her breasts. I noticed her eyes cross. As she uncrossed she smiled at me. I mouthed the word ‘sorry,’ and she flicked her hair as if to say thank you for noticing me.

“They are just clueless when it comes to that,” said one of the ladies close to me as my mind picked up on the conversation.

“I’ve not had any problems,” said another. “They always seem to find mine, do they ever.” The group erupted in laughter as this lady rolled her eyes back and started shaking showing the group something. I was intrigued. So without looking like I was sticking my nose into their conversation, which I obviously was. I kept on listening but looked around the room.

“No I’m telling you, no man can find a Clit.” Repeated the first lady very loudly. As she was saying this she was turning around and our eyes met.

“I can easily,” I stated, wondering why I’d said that out loud.

“Oh, really. Can you prove it,” the woman said, turning to face me as the group's attention was now on me.

I took a step towards her, “I can if you allow me to.”

She looked at me for a second. Then pointed down to her crotch with both hands and said, “Go for it.”

I took another pace forwards and started to move my hand towards her legs. I noticed that she had jeans on. The zip will be in the way.

At the same time the lady was turning towards her friends with the look on her face that there was no way that I could find it. Her thoughts were probably, ‘because I was just a simple man.’

I watched her face as I aimed my finger a quarter of the way down her zip.

A confused look started to appear on her face as I applied some pressure. I know I wouldn’t be straight on it, but I was close. I moved my finger down a bit and she let out an involuntary gasp and her head flung around towards me.

I kept on applying pressure and rocked my finger tip left and right. She grabbed the table with one hand and let out a second gasp.

“How’s that?” I asked as I picked up my drink with my other hand, and took a sip still stimulating her.

She let out a little grunt and nodded.

“See I told you,” said the friend who’d never had a problem with a man finding hers.

“Can you find mine?” asked the lady with the nice breasts and the summer dress.

She approached me lifting up the front of her little dress. Not enough to show anything off, but enough to indicate that I could go underneath it.

I swapped hands and instantly got back onto the nub of the first lady who’s brain was now doing cartwheels at the sensations that she was feeling. With my other hand I reached under the hem of the large breasted lady’s dress.

The wetness shocked me at first. I’d not even thought about it, but this lady was commando, she wasn’t wearing any knickers. As with the first lady my fingertip landed straight onto her clit. She grabbed my arm tightly. I actually quite liked that.

I decided to try out a technique that I had learned earlier off an old FWB. We all know about ‘flicking the bean’, where you use your finger, or your tongue, in an on and off motion. The new tip that I had been taught was the Pulse. I gave this ago.

I started off by moving my finger tip around the clit, a circle of literally a couple of millimetres, but I did it slowly. The lady bit her lip and tightened her grip on my arm. As I looked at her she started breathing heavier and her eyes were wide open.

The group of women were all staring at me now as I had two of their friends getting rubbed off in a bar.

I then stopped rotating around. Centred my finger on her clit and started pulsing my finger up and down, but not leaving her nub. She started panting.

I turned to the first one, the one with the jeans on, and did the same to her. Now they were both making horny sounds. I felt that this was starting to get some unwanted attention in the bar so I stopped touching the first one.

“Well, you, yes, wow,” she muttered nodding at me, brushing her hair back. Not really knowing what to do. I was about to stop rubbing the second one, when she grabbed my wrist with her other hand.

“Don’t stop, I'm nearly there” she said quietly, but in a firm voice.

I moved closer towards her, so that no one could see what I was doing. Our faces are only inches apart. With her still holding my wrist I started to move my hand down, she let me, and I inserted a finger inside her. Then back out again. She let go of my wrist and turned around.

Now it was my turn to be confused. There was no way to disguise the fact that I was now one hundred percent horny, and hard, and these two had just turned away from me. A second later, the commando lady was in front of me with her bag over her shoulder, and her little coat in her hand. I quickly downed half of my drink and we walked out of the bar.

“I’m Jess, by the way,” she said. “God, you are good,” she said, shaking her head. “Do you live nearby?”

“Five minutes’ walk from here, and I live on my own.” I replied.

Jess took hold of my arm and held it tight.

As soon as we were in my house Jess headed off upstairs. As I walked into my bedroom she was lifting her dress over her head and was just taking her bra off allowing her mighty orbs to hang free. Oh how firm they were.

“Is it alright if I suck you off first?” she asked, getting onto her knees in front of me.

I barely had time to take my shirt off and nod before she had my jeans undone, and heading towards my knees, before she got her lips onto my cock.

“Mmmmm.” Came from Jess as she got to work on my now hard cock.

She was not only well practiced, but obviously enjoyed doing this. I wondered if she was going to be a spitter or swallower, if she took it in her mouth at all. This question always comes up in your mind when a pair of warm soft lips are moving up and down your shaft.

After a couple of minutes Jess took hold of my balls.

“I can’t wait for your cum to slide down my throat,” she stated before carrying on sucking. It was like she could read my mind.

Now I could concentrate on really enjoying the moment and letting go at the right time.

Jess had one hand at the bottom of my shaft, holding it, running her fingers through my trimmed pubes. Her hand on my balls moved slowly. Enough to excite, but gentle enough to not cause pain, and her tongue and lips worked in unison too. Oh my god.

All of a sudden I was there, I felt this pressure starting to build up inside me. Jess must have felt it too because she let go of my balls and cupped them. A swallowing blow job is awesome on its own, the sensations are out of this world, but this touching, added a whole new dimension to this already amazing orgasm.

Jess leaned forwards swallowing my cum, at the same time she made a humming sound with her throat. I’d never felt this before, but added onto everything else I almost felt like I was cumming again, while still pumping my first load.

I had to lay on the bed for a minute before I could think again. Jess lay beside me, her firm warm breasts leaning against me.

“You’ve had practice,” I said.

Jess smiled at me. “I like to give my best so that I hopefully get the same back.”

I leaned forward, “You are definitely going to get the best from me. On your back.”

Jess smiled and did as instructed and opened her legs so that they touched both sides of the bed. That impressed me as well.

I placed my tongue between her soaking leg lips and licked upwards. She let out a satisfied moan. She knew that she was really going to enjoy this.

I licked down to her pussy lips and licked around in there a few times, but now it was time for the main event. I watched a video on this a few weeks ago and have been wanting to try it since.

I licked upwards until I was flicking her clit. I placed my mouth over this area and gently sucked. I held that position and placed my tongue on her clit and started slowly pushing, gentle push, push, gentle push, pulsating motion.

Jess had already started gasping and cooing the moment my tongue stuck between her lips. Now though she was calling out.

“Fuck, I hoped that you were going to be good, but oh my god.”

I kept the same rhythm going as she started wriggling on the bed. One thing that I have learned is that women love to be teased. This can be found in many forms. But on this occasion, my motion was slower than what she wanted to go at. This lets her brain know that she has to go by my rules, and it helps women to orgasm quicker.

Jess’s calls and twitching got faster, so I increased my pulsing, but only by a bit.

Now for the second part. I inserted two fingers inside her pussy, which I was pleasantly surprised to find was really tight. I put my fingers all of the way inside her so that my other fingers were touched up against her pussy entrance, and the nerves that sit there. I then eased my fingers forward onto the area where the G spot is supposed to be, and started the same pulsing motion as I was doing with my tongue, but at the opposite time. I hoped that this confused her mind.

It seemed to be working because in seconds she was panting, groaning, and let out a long scream as her body stiffened.

At this stage I usually stop because of over sensitivity but five seconds after she started her orgasm she managed to blurt out, “Please Don’t stop.”

As instructed I carried on. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds and she was starting her next orgasm. This time when she screamed I carried on, and five seconds later she screamed and jolted again. After two more orgasms, in less than a minute, she begged me to stop. I went and laid down next to her.

When we were laid next to each other with our heads on the pillows she leaned forwards and kissed me.

“Can we have sex tomorrow? What you have just done to me has wiped out my mind. I’ll bring a friend, she’ll love that, and you can fuck both off us. Oh, and she loves swallowing cum too.

I was in absolute heaven.

I may share part 2 depends on the feedback from this.