EXTRACT FOR
Caroline The Milky MILF
(Ginny Watson)

He hadn't objected when strange men offered to buy her drinks, in fact he was almost passing me over to them. Callum had discovered an old drinking buddy, and diving into deep conversation had virtually disowned her.

I have to be patient and tolerant she reminded herself, he had accused her of being a nag, so let him talk to his friend... I won't interrupt them.

Caroline squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she wanted to remember what had happened next, but conversely she also attempted to erase it from her memory. He was young, probably the same age as Anthony her son. Twenty she groaned silently, he couldn't have been more than twenty... and he couldn't take his eyes off me.

He had smiled and pulled a tall stool to the bar, Callum had turned away, not completely, but enough to make Caroline feel excluded and alone. 

"Hi!" the youth flashed perfect white teeth before glancing down to her ample cleavage, "I haven't seen you here before!"

Caroline shook her head unsure how to respond. "I don't live around here." she replied, silently kicking herself for saying I not We. 

"Well, I certainly hope you visit us again!" he grinned and Caroline suspected he was about to wink. He's very forward and confident... and handsome she admitted as the shocking thought made her tingle with a strange excitement. But of course he's going to be forward and possibly suggestive... just look how I'm dressed, I'm virtually screaming hey guys, don't be shy, come and hit on me... I'm easy!

"Maybe!" She pursed her lips and seductively sucked gently on the straw that she had criticized when it was dropped into her cocktail. "I haven't used a straw since I was twelve." she muttered, but secretly realised that it was really quite naughty when sucked just right.

"You'll always get a warm welcome." his eyes drifted back to her cleavage and Caroline felt a shiver chase through her body as his gaze settled on her semi exposed nipples. "That's a beautiful top, such delicate lace!"

Caroline almost gasped aloud, he was saying so much more, and as her nipples hardened she watched his grin widen. "Damn, such a beautiful top." he said quietly, and Caroline held her breath as she clenched her jaw, fighting the sensation building deep inside. She was virtually topless, in a public bar and a handsome man half her age was staring at her hard nipples.

"Thanks," she replied, her voice husky and breathless, "I'm happy you like it... perhaps I'll wear it next time I come here!"

"Damn I hope so," he whispered, "Though next time you should forget the bra, stunning tits like yours shouldn't be restrained."

Caroline flushed, how could he so casually start discussing her breasts? For the reason I've already stated she told herself, I can't shove them in his face and then expect him not to comment.

"I'm afraid they need support these days," she tittered softly, a small sound that she hoped would cover her embarrassment. "They aren't as firm as they used to be!" She was going to add... when I was your age but decided to remain quiet, it was a thrill to be admired by such a young man, she didn't want to risk breaking the spell.