Pam and I had planned this girls’ night out for almost three weeks. It would be just us two plus any new friends we might happen to make! Pam is 20 years younger than me. Many might remember her from a few of my previous stories: House Sitting at Pam’s, Jenny and Rick Again…and His Friend, Jenny with Pam and Nick. Pam is a very attractive 5’4” 34-year-old brunette with olive skin, a well-toned, athletic body and 34C boobs. Most of you have probably seen any number of the hundreds of photos of me (Jenny) that I have posted online. For those of you that haven’t, I am a 55-year-old happily married Mom of four. I am 5’ 10” with shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and D-cup natural boobs.

I drove, and we headed out to a bar in the Jersey Shore area. I wore black jeans, heels and a form-fitting turquoise top. At my age and boob size, I always wear a bra when going out. Those that follow my stories know that Pam and I have been friends for years but only played together for the first time recently with my husband, Nick. This particular night Nick was playing poker with his buddies. I sent him a text to let him know that I was out and was planning to play around a bit. Nick and I have a new arrangement and agreement as Nick wrote about in Jenny Confesses to Nick. Nick text back with a simple “Have fun!” and a winking face emoji.

The bar was already crowded and loud. There was a band playing, and the energy level was high. I ordered us two chilled shots of Patron. The bartender recognized me, and we exchanged some brief pleasantries. Pam and I downed the shots. She said, “Wow, icy hot! Taste me.” I laughed and kissed her briefly but deeply. That always gets quick attention at the bar. Two brave 40-something guys approached us and asked if they could buy us our next round. We accepted, chatted a bit and then headed to the dance floor. They couldn’t keep up with us, so Pam and I began to dance together, seductively. That’s another sure attention-getter. Two other guys stepped in and danced well with us. Much singing, dancing, grinding, and sweating all led to us needing a drink. Back at the bar, Pam ordered a Michelob Ultra, and I opted for a club soda.

This night had a theme and a mission. I recently confessed to Pam about my cock craving obsessions and explained that I often seek out random guys for a quick, no strings attached blow and go. Pam excitedly wanted to join me to lend a hand; I mean a mouth. This evening we had many choices. The guys that had bought us the drinks earlier never drifted too far from us and kept looking our way. Later in the evening, I glanced back toward them, blew a kiss, and they nearly tripped over themselves to come over to us. They were both dressed in jeans and loafer shoes. The taller, lanky guy, Pete wore a blue dress shirt. He had a great head of blonde hair would make many women feel jealous. His friend, Daniel, wore a long sleeve polo shirt. He was a little shorter, but still about 6’ tall. He had a darker complexion, short brown hair and was husky, but athletic looking. They offered to buy us another round. Knowing this would be our last drink before some sticky dessert, Pam and I asked for chocolate martinis. We chatted for a while, and there were some sexual innuendos involved. Then Pam and I left for the ladies’ room.