The problem being a younger guy and dating older women is that there's always a babysitter that has to be paid. Stacy was not an exception to this rule. However, there was something about those beautiful fake tits and tight pussy that kept me more than willing to pay the price.
I picked her up and we had headed out to a bar to meet up with some of her friends. Most all of them were recently divorced and around the same age. The other thing they all had in common was that they were all on the prowl. They wanted young guys around my age that didn't have much money to offer, but could fuck for hours at a time and they were all willing to pay for such a service with food. They would all start off the evening with these really expensive martinis and talk about their different conquests. Megan had just recently hooked up with the black guy that lived in the apartment next to her, so that was the major topic of the evening.
Stacy kept rubbing my cock through my pants to make sure that I didn't have any intentions of fucking one of her friends. What she didn't know was that I had already fucked Susan literally the night before and Tammy a couple of nights before that. It was their unspoken rule not to tell that part of the story.
As the night went on, the drinks got stronger, which wasn't fairing well with Stacy at all. She kept almost falling out of her chair, as her loud laugh kept ringing through my ears. Every so often she would cop a feel just to remind me that she was still paying attention to me, in between Susan rubbing my cock with her foot under the table.
Another hour passes and the bar is shutting down. Stacy is completely blitzed and I had to get the bartender to help me walk her out to the car. We get to the apartment where she has to crawl up the stairs to finally get to the door. I pick her up and lead her straight to the bathroom. Once she finally stops getting sick, I move her to the bedroom and get a cup of water from the kitchen and two Tylenol to put on her bedside table.
