Another Friday night date with Bruce, actually number 3, but who's counting...I am!! He called around noon and informed me that tonight's destination was South Mountain. First stop, drinks and dinner at Rustler's Rooste, "beef and brew with a view". It's Arizona's legendary cowboy steak house. After eating we will drive to the summit of South Mountain via Summit Road, ending at Dobbins Lookout for a panoramic night time view of Phoenix.
I decided to wear an outfit that I had not worn since moving to Phoenix. I have a few western themed outfits that I used to wear when hubby and I frequented a western bar back in Illinois that had live music on most Saturday nights. For tonight, I chose...Lovemoda distressed overall shorts, Cerie bandeau bralette top, and Cavender cowgirl booties. I thought about wearing a cowgirl hat, but that might be too over-the-top for a casual date. (While digging through my closet and hat collection, I discovered a cute pink cowgirl hat from a friend's bachelorette party. It brought back some wonderful memories of a wild weekend in Nashville. Riding a mechanical bull...embarrassingly flopping off...being caught by a handsome guy. After that somewhat unorthodox introduction...we hooked up for some mind-blowing sex). On a whim, I decided to take it along...even though it is mismatched with my outfit. That would be a nice match for Bruce's Caddy.
Bruce arrived in the Caddy and looked handsome as always. More casual than usual...Levi 501 jeans, Taylor Stitch western snap shirt, and Deer Stags Herman loafer shoes. Even more shocking, he was wearing the short sleeve plaid shirt untucked. I had to comment, "Wow, you look fantastic. So relaxed, but stylish and trendy. You definitely know how to surprise a gal."
Bruce seemed caught off guard and was slightly blushing, I loved his come back statement, "Lily you look great. I am amazed how you can pull off that young cowgirl role. That body wrapped so cutely will turn heads tonight at the Rooste."
Now it was my turn to blush. Bruce opened the passenger door and I slid in. We headed south for a fun night and morning. While driving Bruce had a hand on my knee or thigh with every opportunity. Each of us brought the other up to date on our past week. He seemed surprised but happy that Laura and I had met twice...once at the Wrigley Mansion and later in the week at the Tea Room. Needless to say, I never mentioned our planning sessions for the bondage of her dad...oops...him.
Arriving at the restaurant, we made our way to the bar and waited for our dinner reservation time. At the bar I enjoyed a Double Barrel Margarita while Bruce had a draught Shiner Bock. Remarkably, Bruce was correct: I did get some looks from both males and females. It made me feel good to know that even as a grandma, I could turn heads.
Since the bar area was slightly noisy, we had to talk into each other's ears. Bruce noticed and complimented me for using his favorite perfume. As he remained near my ear, he continued, "Lily, I hope that you applied some on other body parts. By the way, your nipples are rock hard. Good thing the overall straps are covering them...otherwise they might ask us to leave this family-friendly eatery."
"They would ask a grandmother to leave, just for having pokies??" I joked. "Aren't cowpokes welcomed?? Would they discriminate one poke over another???"
"Lily, you are a hoot. Speaking of which...they usually have some country music on weekends. Do you want to stay for the hootenanny?"
"Bruce, that sounds like fun; but I would rather drive to the mountain top and spend some quality time talking and necking. Then head to your place for a midnight pool dip. And please let me cook you breakfast for a change."
"Okay, it's a deal. Breakfast in bed for old Bruce." As Bruce finished his statement, our table was ready. We carried our drinks into the dining area.
Reviewing the menu, Bruce asked what I wanted? "Sweetie, what I really want is the Cowboy Platter, but it requires a minimum of two people. I hate to ask you to have barbeque again...we had some of the same two weeks ago at Little Miss BBQ."
"Your wish is my command...the Cowboy Platter (beef brisket, spicy smoked sausage, rotisserie chicken, bbq pork ribs, crispy shrimp, fruit, ranch fries, cowboy beans, and corn cobbettes)...is my choice, too But only if I can lick any sauce from your face or hands."
Our meal was good, but most items at Little Miss BBQ were better. Bruce did lick my fingers, but kissed and sucked my lips. We did not hang around for the music or dancing.
Bruce drove on Summit Road to the top of the mountain, ending at Dobbins Lookout. The view of the Phoenix area was fabulous. We walked around and held hands. We sat on a bench and necked like two love-stuck teenagers, my hands massaging the erection in his jeans and his hands massaging my tits. I undid the coverall straps and removed my top. I redid the straps giving me some modest coverage from onlookers, but plenty of freedom for Bruce's hands.
Bruce quickly used the opportunity as his fingers pinched my gumdrop nipples. I moaned and he silenced me with his lips. With locked lips, our tongues did a dance. He bit and sucked my lips while his fingers twisted, pulled, and squeezed my nipples. I undid his belt and unsnapped his fly. I fished out his erect cock and using my fingers began a slow stroking. The fullness of his cock sprang free of the foreskin. I felt some precum and used it to coat its mushroom head.
As I was about to descend with my mouth on his erection, I could hear kids' voices getting close. I stopped and used my top to cover Bruce's crotch. He withdrew his hands from my chest and repositioned the straps over my aching nipples. We greeted the approaching family with a hello and nice view comment. They moved in front of us and sat on the retaining wall.
I whispered to Bruce, "Let's get back to the car and carry on there."
As we walked back, Bruce had his arm around my waist. As we approached the side door, he hugged me and grabbed my ass whilewe kissed passionately. Bruce broke our embrace and opened the car door. Before sliding onto the seat, I unsnapped my coverall straps and wiggled out of the shorts. Now naked, I quickly slid in and he closed the door.
Once Bruce was seated, I reached over and was surprised that he had resnapped his jeans. I was somewhat pissed, "Mister get those jeans undone and around your ankles. I am giving you a blowjob/handjob here! No blacking out while you're driving."
"Yes madam. Oh my god Lily, I love when you take charge."
Before engulfing his man-meat, I remarked. "You haven't seen anything yet...I plan to tie you to a bed...blindfolded and use you for my desire...use you as my personal slave."
"Oh yes...Lily use me...make me your sex slave..."
As I sucked his cock and massaged his scrotum, he quickly came into my mouth. His cum tasted sweet with no hint of saline. I held his load in my mouth. Raising from his crotch, I pulled Bruce's head and face into mine. I forcibly kissed him and we shared a 'snowball'. Which I thought was a first for him and later he confirmed such.
"God Lily, I have never experienced a kiss involving my semen. Wow, that was good. I need to try a creampie someday. My own..."
