When I came back to my desk from lunch on Friday, there was an e-mail from Cynthia asking if I wanted to go out for drinks after work with her and Pam. My weekend was free and after the wild night we'd had a few days ago, I was eager to spend more time with the two women, so I wrote back and accepted the invitation. As I was heading out to the parking lot at quitting time, as usual, Cynthia was standing there, waiting for me.
"You're sure you don't mind spending a Friday night hanging out with a couple of old women like us?" she smiled slyly as we walked across the parking lot to my car.
"Oh, I don't mind at all." Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I reached over and gave her asscheek a pinch. As I put the car in gear and started up the street, Cynthia put her hand in my lap and slid it up to my crotch, rubbing my cock and balls through my pants.
I cleared my throat. "So, where are we off to?"
"My place first, if you don't mind," she said, running her fingers up and down the length of my hard cock. "I'd like to change before we go out."
Cynthia was pulling her blouse over her head as I closed the apartment door behind me. She unhooked her bra and with a wink let it fall to the floor, squeezing her big tits together, pinching the nipples.
"Before we go out," I said, quickly unbuckling my pants and letting them fall around my ankles. I took my hard seven-inch cock in my hand and started stroking quickly.
Cynthia knelt in front of me. "Poor baby," she cooed, running her hand up the inside of my thigh and cupping my balls. "Does he need some relief?" She leaned forward and gently took one of my balls in her mouth, sucking softly and moving to the other one.
My hand was a blur as she ran her tongue up over my fingers, taking the head of my cock between her lips and running her tongue all over it, getting it slick before moving back down to my balls. It took only a couple of minutes before I felt the tingle in my balls and my bag tightened against my body. Grabbing Cynthia's hair, I pulled her head back and pointed my cock at her open mouth. My first shot landed on her tongue, then she took the head between her lips and replaced my hand with her mouth, moving up and down, sucking my cum as it spurted into her.
I leaned against the wall and caught my breath as Cynthia stood, smiling, and disappeared into the bathroom. She reappeared in a few minutes wearing a low-cut black blouse and black leather skirt that ended a few inches below her knees. Her long black hair, which she had been wearing pinned up for work, now lay down over her shoulders. Without a word she took my hand and led me back out to the car.
We drove downtown, where we were meeting Pam at a dance club. Cynthia told me that her son, Brian, would also be joining us. He lived across the country where he also worked in computers and had just arrived in town today on vacation. Cynthia hadn't seen him in a couple of years and was looking forward to the reunion.
We parked and walked to the club. This early in the evening the place was only starting to fill up, but there was already a good-sized crowd. We looked around and saw Pam sitting at a table in the far-back corner. She waved and we started to make our way through the crowd.
As we approached, I saw that Pam wasn't alone. She was sitting with a guy about my age, maybe two or three years younger. He got up from the table and walked over to Cynthia, grabbing her in a big bear hug.
"Hi Mom," he said, leaning back to lift her feet off the floor. "It's great to see you."
"Hi honey," she beamed, releasing her hug to look up at him. She reached up to ruffle his short blond hair. "You got a haircut! You look so much more handsome than the last time I saw you!"
