The time with a chubby PAWG from the bar

The time I fucked a chubby PAWG, I actually wasn't even thinking I was going to get laid that night. It was a Thursday night and Stacy has just taken the kids with her for a long weekend to visit her mother in Florida. With no one to rush home to after work, I decided to swing by a local chain restaurant for a quick bite to eat and something to drink before going home and likely jerking off to some porn. I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered something from the happy hour menu, along with a beer, and distracted myself with the sports talk show that was being broadcast on the television closest to me.

I had just ordered a second beer and was about halfway through my quesadilla when I noticed movement on my right-hand side and glanced that way to see a brunette with a huge pair of tits pulling out the chair to sit next to me.

Noticing that I was looking her way, she gave me a big smile then said, "Hey there cutie. You all by yourself tonight? Mind if I sit next to you?".

There were definitely more empty seats along the length of the bar than there were people sitting in them, but if she wanted to sit next to me, I wasn't going to say anything about it. "Yep, all alone tonight. It's all yours." I said, then turned and gave a thanks to the bartender who happened to drop off my beer right at that same time.

"Thanks." she said, sitting down. She managed to get her drink order in to the bartender before he walked away then turned her attention back to me. "I'm Olivia." she told me, extending her hand out to shake mine.

"David. Nice to meet you " I responded, wiping my hand off on my napkin before reaching to shake hers while taking a minute to check her out. I had to fight every urge in my body to make eye contact with her and not stare at the two massive mammaries that were practically spilling out of the top of the low-cut neckline of the shirt she was wearing. She was an attractive enough woman, probably close in age to myself with wavy, dark, brown hair that fell below her shoulders, dimples in her cheeks, and almond shaped, hazel eyes. She was definitely carrying a few extra pounds on her frame, but I don't know that I would call her fat, more chubby, and fortunately a good portion of that extra weight ended up on her chest. They looked like two, pale, oversized cantaloupes and she was obviously someone who knew they were her best attribute and didn't mind flaunting them.

"So David, why are you alone tonight? I noticed the ring. Where's your wife? Is she waiting for you at home?" she asked, then almost immediately followed it up with. "Or is it a husband that's waiting for you instead?"

I laughed at the questions then angled my chair to better face her and not have my neck twisted. I had a strong feeling that she was someone that enjoyed talking and a few, short, yes and no answers on my part weren't going to satisfy her so I figured I'd better get comfortable. "No, not a husband, a wife. And she's away for the next few days with our kids visiting her mother down in Florida."

"Aww, and you got left behind? You poor boy, you must be lonely." she said, placing her hand just above my knee and making her face look sad.

I was a little surprised by the physical touch, though I didn't mind it, and for the first time that night, I started to think I might not have to jerk myself off tonight. "Oh, I don't mind. She's been doing this for the past couple of years so I'm used to being a bachelor while she's gone. I have to work anyway so I'm busy during the day, but then when I get home, I get to do whatever I want to or even stop by a bar for a drink." I said to her, lifting my glass before taking another sip.

"Whatever you want, huh? Well I'd sure let you do whatever you wanted to me big boy." she replied, sliding her hand up my thigh a few more inches.

I almost choked on my beer at how forward she was being and couldn't help but mention it. "Wow, you get right to the point, don't you?" I asked feeling my dick begin to swell in my pants but trying to keep my composure.

"Why waste time with flirting for the next hour." she responded in a manner that told me I wasn't the first guy she'd tried to pick up in a bar before. "You either want to fuck me or you don't. If you don't, I'd rather find out now so I can find someone who does. So, are you interested David, or would you rather I leave you alone and let you finish your quesadilla in peace?" she asked, leaning forward to show off the deep line of cleavage between those two magnificent tits.

Her directness was a turn on, and I felt my cock begin to strain against my pants. I took another sip of my drink and smiled at her. "I'm definitely interested, Olivia. So, do you want to finish your drink first or should we just get out of here now?" I asked, my voice low and filled with desire.

Olivia lifted her drink to her lips then tipped her head back, chugging it down like a shot. "No need to waste perfectly good ****," she said, setting her glass down with a clink on the bar top. She slid off the chair, her hand lingering on my thigh for a moment longer before she turned to face me. "Ready when you are."

I took a deep breath and nodded, sliding my hand into my pocket to pull out my wallet. I laid down enough cash to cover both our tabs, including a generous tip for the bartender who had been silently watching our interaction with a knowing smile. He took the money and gave me a nod in return, as if saying, "Have fun." I stood up and adjusted my erection, which was now pressing insistently against my zipper.

Olivia and I quickly made our way to the parking lot. She strutted in front of me, her thick ass jiggling and swaying with every step and she looked over her shoulder to make sure I was following and gave me a wink when she saw what I was focused on. When we reached her car, a sleek, black sedan, she leaned against it and whispered, "Why don't we do this at my place. I don't think we'd want any nosy neighbors seeing me at yours." she said, thoughtfully considering the fact that I was married. "You can follow me. I don't live far."

I nodded and we got into our separate vehicles. The drive to her place was a short one, taking under ten minutes to get there. She led me through a quiet subdivision of well-kept lawns and similarly designed cookie-cutter houses, parking in the driveway of one of them and I parked behind her. I hopped out of my car and followed her to the front door, my eyes taking in her voluptuous figure as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The interior was tidy and she grabbed hold of my hand to lead me down a short hallway into a dimly lit living room.