My buddy and I were in this hotel club, notorious for the number and variety of working girls hoping to pick up a customer. And we did, sort of, for now. I'd promised my girl that I would go back to her once I helped my friend out. Not that he needed any; he was just being picky. I understood that because if I were him, I would've wanted the best too, or at least the "best" for me. After lucking out with the CIS chicks, he decided to go back to the hotel lobby to recover and regroup.
It was there that he met the two chicks who we'd met earlier, and who he'd paid for to get into the club. I got my girl out from the club at closing time, and we sat next to my friend while he tried to close the deal with one of the two. Apparently some prospective punters were driving them a hard bargain, but my buddy got one of the chicks because he didn't care to bargain; he (and I) knew the market prices, and what she was offering was standard and reasonable.
So off we went.
First to an after-hours club. My buddy knew the place and was keen, and I was curious - a first-timer to the place. On the way there I realised my girl was drunk. She asked me to take care of her, and don't leave her, because she agreed to come with me, and so on, slurring her words...it was quite funny - as in amusing funny. The ladies, mine especially, weren't so sure about the club until we entered it, and it was rockin'. The music was loud, and the alcohol started to flow again. And then my MILF-girl kissed me. Full on the lips. With tongue.
It was nice. Actually, more than nice. A drunk blond MILF-type making out with me in a small bar only partly filled with dancing, drinking and drunk people, my friend and his companion looking on, and myself slowly sinking into the sweet oblivion of her lips (and of alcohol). She said my lips were nice, and kept pinching my cheeks (Whoa, take it easy, sexy mommy...). I was asking her at certain points, "Are you drunk?" To which she always replied, "No, I'm not drunk, I'm Russian, I can't be drunk..." in that sexy Russian accent. This type of conversation went on for a while, and one can imagine the weirdness of it.
Before too long, we finished our drinks and left for my buddy's apartment. For reasons best kept to myself, he'd kindly let me have his spare room for the night, while he would be next door (in the same apartment). Kinky, heh.
In any case, my sexy MILF seemed to have second thoughts, even coming out of the shower fully dressed, after her shower! (I attributed it to her not being drunk enough) Finally when we are in the room, she asked me to switch off the lights, which I promptly did, eager as a boy scout, and anticipating the time ahead.
It was actually quite anti-climatic, no pun intended. We were both drunk, and in no real condition to have any of the awesome, mind-blowing sex that I hoped I would have. In fact, neither of us were probably in any condition to have any kind of sex, full stop. We managed to first get each other undressed...I think she was actually shy to do so in front of me in the light. We did try to have sex though, and there was a lot of French-kissing and stroking. But at some point we fell asleep, not from any hot-blooded, heavy action, but from sheer alcohol-induced exhaustion.
The next morning I woke up a few times. Once, I peeked out the door and saw my buddy working on his computer. We chatted a bit and he was okay with letting me and her stay there for a while longer. That "a while" turned out to be three hours. We just slept. And then I woke up in a spooning position, with her hair in my face and my arms and legs around her (see the beginning of 'Sexy mommy, Part One') . When my MILF woke up, she couldn't remember most of the night before, until I slowly recounted the events...ahhh. I found out that she was born in one Central Asian country (oil-rich and growing gradually prosperous) and carried the passport of another Central Asian country (less wealthy, more repressive). She now lived in Odessa, Ukraine, and get this... was Jewish with Israeli citizenship!
Sometime during the course of the day, I called her 'sexy mommy', which she half-dismissed with a laugh. But I was amazed by her. And I would continue to be amazed as we started making out again - after she'd taken an aspirin (thank you buddy!) and reached a certain comfort level with me while now sober, albeit with a hangover. But when we started getting it on again, it was good. She helped me with my condom, and got on top of me. She was quite tight. Or maybe I was rock hard. I don't know. But it was good, and I had to slow down a few times before I came too fast; I wanted it to last. She was obliging too.
After that, we slept in for a bit more. Really thankful to my friend for letting me stick around in his apartment, especially since his own girl had already left. Apparently she was a university student who was - ahem - 'escorting' part-time (quite common in these parts), and had classes earlier that day. Anyway...my MILF left eventually. We exchanged phone numbers. I made vague promises to at least call her sometime.