Memphis gets a maid... and more! - Sex Stories

Memphis gets a maid... and more!

We sat outside, on the bars back patio. It was just me and two old friends, catching up after 40 years. We sat outside so as not to bother anyone with our loud retelling of the antics of our crazy youth.

It was a good thing we did. The stories of breaking into condemned buildings, drugs, girls and rock-n-roll, were plentiful. Who knows what the statute of limitations was on some of that.

We were so engrossed in conversation I didn't notice the young blonde who was now sitting at a table in the corner. She was looking our way, smiling at us. Or was it aimed at me? I wasn't sure. But when I looked her way, she diverted her eyes back to her phone.

Every now and then, in the middle of conversation, I'd look up and she'd be looking at us, smiling. She was cute, young, but cute. Probably about 5'6", thin with blonde hair hanging straight down just past her shoulders. She had small breasts under a blue, extremely tight, tank top with the logo of the bar we were sitting in and white short shorts. She must work here?

My friends were telling a story about me and we were all laughing. I looked up and she was looking our way, my way (?), laughing, smiling.

This went on for another hour before we started to say our goodbyes to each other. As we were walking out, my eyes wandered over for one last glance. I noticed her hand tapping a piece of paper on the table.

When I looked down at it, she quickly flipped it up. It was a bar coaster that said, "come back when your ...

... friends leave". She quickly flipped it back down, making sure no one else saw it.

I walked out and we all got into our modes of transportation. As I watched them pull away my mind wandered. What could she possibly want? I love my wife, I'd never cheat on her. But I'm 60, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

I turned off my truck and walked back inside. Walking back through the door to the patio, she looked up, smiling. This time it was obvious, she was smiling at me.

I walked up to her with my hand extended, "Hi, my name's...." "Stacks!" she blurted out. "Yes, I'm aware. Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear, when you were with your friends. It was kinda hard not to hear them."

"Umm yeah, I was gonna say Marshal. My name's Marshal, they all call me Stacks, because back in the day when you'd go to a concert, the stages were always packed with towers of Marshall amps. More commonly referred to as... Stacks.

And there is your over explained music history lesson of the day." I laughed while still holding her hand, staring into her blue eyes and full lips. My eyes drifted down to her nipples, hard and pressing against her t-shirt.

'So young!' I thought to myself. Her eyes shifted down to my crotch, I'm sure noticing my hard-on pressing against my shorts. As she introduced herself, I quickly sat down, trying to conceal my growing excitement.

"I'm Magnolia, my friends call me Mags." "It's a pleasure Mags. Now tell me, why someone like you, is flashing ...