Molly Malone's Irish pub, Helsinki.
I was there with someone I had met on msn chat - we were (then) both in our early 40s. We met at 5p.m. on Dubliner's terrace in Kaivopiha after having been chatting for a few weeks on the 'net, and we'd moved indoors to Molly's as the evening got a bit chilly. Sex hadn't actually been mentioned during our conversations, it was genuinely friendship, getting-to-know-you stuff, but as the evening wore on it felt like both of us knew exactly what we wanted without even saying it and at some point we started kissing.
By the time the band started its last set at about 1a.m. we were trying to swallow one another's tongue, only stopping to come up for air and a drink from time to time, and our hands were wandering on and under our clothing. Like I said, we both knew what we wanted.
Flashback to a couple of hours earlier in the evening, when we'd moved from the terrace to Molly's - I'd been standing at the bar to get a drink when a group of youngsters, a few boys and girls, obviously out for a good time, came in. One of the girls was wearing a pair of underwear over her jeans and was draped in a huge flag that matched the pants. If I say, "Red and White Maple Leaf", I think you'll get the idea (check the date again, another clue...).
The group had to move apart to let me move away from the bar, and I smiled at Supergirl (did she wear hers outside as well, or was that just Superman???) and said to her, "You missed the National Anthem - you'll have to sing it at the end of the night now". She laughed and said "No problem - if you'll get on stage with me!" I said she could count on it, glanced down, said "like your pants, by the way", winked, and carried on.
And that was it.
A bit of banter in a bar. Food for the ego of a 40-something man to know that a gorgeous young girl will still flirt back. It put a smile on my face, but I had more mature fish to fry.
As the band finished, my date disappeared. I assumed she'd gone to the loo, so I was just hanging around near our table when I realised Supergirl was standing next to me, still enveloped in the red and white flag. She had a big smile on her face as she said, "Well, come on then, we have an anthem to sing". There's no way on god's green earth I'm getting up on a pub stage (although I do know the words, because we lived in Vancouver and Mackenzie, B.C. when I was a tweenie), and I said it was already July 2nd, so it was too late, and at that point I turned to the stage to point out that the band was packing away when...
Oh, the things we do.
On stage, hanging all over one of the band members like some pathetic groupie, was my date. Nothing had been said, but I thought it was pretty much a done deal as to what was going to occur at the end of the night. Seems I'd been somewhat mistaken. Fuck it.
I'd been drinking fairly solidly for almost eight hours. Dutch courage is a wonderful thing, sometimes.
I turned to Supergirl and said, "I hope you won't be offended, but when I said I liked your underwear earlier, what I really wanted to say was, "I like what's in your underwear". She looked at me all askance - you know the "oh, really??" look - and said, "yeah, right, of course you did".
I said to her, "Yes, really I did. For fucks' sake, you're a drop-dead gorgeous young woman who laughed at my joke. Of course I wanted to - but I was still too much of a gentleman at that point, and besides, a pretty 20-year-old hardly wants someone old enough to be her dad hitting on her".
She looked at the stage, and back at me, and moved in close. Touching close. One hand, under the flag, resting on my thigh.
"I thought you were too busy to look at a nineteen-year-old like me - and I think older men are hot", she whispered, looking over my shoulder. It was obvious what she meant - she'd seen the tongue wrestling going on. I figured my date was no more, I figured why the fuck not, life's too short, so I put slid hand up to the back of her head and moved my face toward hers. And she leaned in and started kissing me.
It was drink-fuelled lust, pure and simple, but she was a much much better kisser than my date, and my body responded in appropriate fashion very quickly. She was leaning against me, so she could feel it, no question. She moved he hand from my thigh and squeezed my cock through my jeans. I put one right hand on her left tit and mauled it through her shirt. She was moaning through the kiss, my cock was so hard it hurt, and my date was forgotten.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pulled away. She grinned, put both hands to her shoulders, wrapped the flag around us, and tucked it into the collar of my sweatshirt. Our bodies, from the neck down, were completely shrouded in silk and hidden from the hordes in the bar. Who were probably too drunk to care anyway.
She put her hands back between us, but this time she didn't grab me through my jeans. Looking me straight in the eye she undid my belt, pulled the fly buttons open in one yank, pulled the front of my boxers down, and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She leaned into me, our foreheads together and moaned, "fuck I want this inside me tonight", and then started tonguing me again. Fuck, she kissed incredibly. I thought it only fair to return the favour, so I unzipped her jeans, and slid my left hand into her (proper) underwear. When my fingers found her slit, she was hot, and soaking wet. My right hand went under her shirt, pushed her bra up, and started fondling her breasts again, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
We spent no more than a minute, mutually stroking and fingering and kissing - it was incredible. She was working my cock with her hand as if her life depended on it, and I was finger fucking her soaking wet cunt with three fingers. And she was the one who came first. She started to "MHMM MHMMMMMMM," through our kiss, and bucked her hips against my hand.
When she stopped kissing me, started jerking against my hand, and bit my lip, moaning "UUNNNNHHHHHH" into my mouth, I lost it too. She bit me so fucking hard my lip bled. But it was more than worth it. I twisted he nipple, and came - really hard - fucking her through her orgasm as she wanked me through mine.
She pulled back from the bite as our orgasms subsided, smiled beautifully up into my face, milked me dry with her hand, and moved back ever so slightly from my hand, so I slowly withdrew my fingers from her pussy. She took my wrist in her hand, pulled it up to her mouth, wiped my fingers on her lips and kissed me, gently, so I could taste her sweet juices.
When we were suitably composed, we did one another's jeans up, she pulled her bra back into position, unwrapped us, kissed me again, said, "see you soon", and headed off in the general direction of her friends.
I nipped into the gents, took a leak, went back to my table to grab my coat and go see if Supergirl really did want to continue where we'd left off.
To find my date waiting for me with a nasty grin on her face.
"I thought you'd fucked off with Bon Jovi" was my comment. And "Fuck, this is going to be awkward" was all I could think. she said, "Yeah, he offered, but I know what I want tonight. If you want to go with little Miss Canada I can still go back and find him, but I want you to take me home and fuck me".
What went on between the youngster and I was never discussed, so I don't know what she saw that night, but now there I was, with a huge dilemma. On the one hand I had a gorgeous nineteen-year-old, soaking wet and dying to be fucked, but she was a tourist, and it would be a one-off. And I actually liked my date. We'd spent weeks chatting online, more than eight hours actually talking and we hit it off brilliantly. If I said I was going with Supergirl, I might blow my chance for good there.
While I was mulling this over in my drink-addled brain, my date leaned in and kiss me. As my new admirer appeared beside me.
She just smiled, said, "ah well, it would have been fun. Thanks anyway", turned around and wandered off back to her group. I never saw her again.
I went home with the date. And we spent the next six hours sucking and fucking each other senseless.
But that's another story - and so is the one about the incredible quickie fuck on the banks of the Vantaa river the following weekend...