I was down on my luck – had just lost my job as a very delayed reaction to recession. I also lost my girlfriend on the same day. It was too much to bear alone so I went to the bar with a silly name, Ice Qube. I must have been staring glumly at my draft beer because a woman suddenly sat beside me and smiled.
“Bad day, eh?” she asked.
I just nodded.
She ordered her drinks and continued chatting. I was staring blindly at her, not really registering her face, body, and what she was saying. I was imagining that it would be more fun to have a solo handjob than talk with this woman when her face began to register in my sluggish brain. Wow! This one is definitely a sexy MILF!
I shifted on the seat and began to study her intently as she chattered about her fancying a bound handjob at the back of the bar. I looked at her quizzically and she laughed.
“I knew it! You weren’t listening to me!” she scolded lightly but her eyes were twinkling. “C’mon! I’ll help you forget about her. A bound handjob is just what you need, handsome.”
I left some bills at the counter and followed her. I still couldn’t grasp what she meant to show me or do to me. The back portion of the bar was quiet. The street was a bit dark as the street lights were a few meters away.
The MILF continued to talk as she began to give me a street handjob. Past caring about getting caught, I responded by kissing her hard on the lips and squeezing her tits. She produced a large silk handkerchief and bound my hands lightly. It didn’t feel crazy or stupid to be standing there on the dark alley, getting a bound handjob from a perfect stranger. I wasn’t even thinking about getting mugged or if this girl was a prostitute or anything. I just enjoyed the moment.
She made me cum. She didn’t even let me return the favor because she said I needed the release more than she did. Well, she’s my girlfriend now.