It had been a month since the dinner date with John, his now ex-girlfriend, and her mother.

John broke up with Olive moments after that dinner date. He couldn’t handle the truth about Olive’s sordid past. What did he expect when he started dating an online sex worker?

John also stopped talking to me, which was fine with me. We weren’t that good of friends to begin with. What had changed in those few weeks was my friendship with Olive’s mom, Joanne.

Joanne was like a wrecking ball. To some people, she was too direct and blunt, and she came off as mean or rude. To me, someone who grew up in the Caribbean, where everyone spoke their minds. And there wasn’t this politically correct movement going on. Joanne was a breath of fresh air.

She was many years older than I, but we talked for hours on the phone. She was the first person I spoke to in the morning and the last person I talked to at night.

Things were getting intense and interesting. I quickly learned that I couldn’t open her texts in or around the office, just in case someone was behind me or looking at my phone.

Joanne worked at a sex shop, and she would send me pictures of things around the shop or new items, and sometimes even magazine covers.

Joanne was something that I didn’t see coming. The way she talked, walked, and expressed herself was unlike any woman I had dated, and that was what we were dating. Joanne didn’t hold back either; she told me we were dating. She wasn’t like most women who waited for the man to make the first move.

“So, there is a digital porn awards ceremony this weekend,” Joanne stared at me over the table at lunch.

“Porn awards?” I asked. “Is that really a thing?”

“Oh, definitely!” Joanne grinned. “This one is digital, mainly for producers, creators who do online things, like videos, photos and mini videos, like the one we watched the other day.”

We had watched a low-budget take on Star Trek, which featured a lot of kinky alien sex. It was made with a phone camera, but it was funny at times.

“Myrtle Beach,” Joanne said with a huge smile.

“Ah!” I nodded. I knew she was up to something.

“Hey, I didn’t buy that new bikini for nothing!” Joanne smirked.

That was the other thing about Joanne that many men didn’t like; she had bolted on tits and had done a few cosmetic surgeries, including butt implants and some lip and face things. It wasn’t outrageous, like some videos of bimbofication Joanne had shown me, but she got a lot of stares.

Today, she was wearing a tank top, and her huge bolt-ons were barely staying in place, and they threatened to burst the top wide open.

I remember the first time we went on a date and went to a movie. I had put my arm over her shoulder, and I wanted to squeeze her breast, but I had never felt the fake ones before; Joanne took my hand and pulled it down onto it. She smiled and said, ‘See, they don’t bite!’

Since that night, I have been hooked on them.

“You know people will stare, right?” I told her.

“I didn’t pay for them, for people not to stare at them,” Joanne grinned. “Besides, I am glad I finally met someone who isn’t afraid to be seen with me.”

Joanne mentioned many of her previous dates with guys her age. Most of them hated being seen with a fifty-year-old woman dressed and looked like a bimbo. They kept saying she should be more proper and a true grandma.

To me, Joanne was the personification of a bimbo GILF. We hadn’t had sex yet, but I knew it was coming soon, very soon.

In fact, Joanne’s clothing had become more revealing since we started dating.

My dick throbbed in my jeans, thinking about Joanne’s bikini. When she bought it, she showed me a picture of it. It looked like pieces of string tied together, more than an actual bikini.

“Did I?” Joanne moved her hand down to my leg and then to my groin. “You naughty boy!” she stared into my eyes as she felt my hard cock. “Were you thinking of using this big black cock on little ole me?”

“Yes,” I mouthed as she stroked my cock through my jeans.

“What were you thinking?” Joanne leaned into me as we sat on the bench seat at the diner. “What were you thinking exactly?”

“I was thinking of…” I stared down at her huge breasts pressed against my arm.

“Fucking your tits,” I quickly blurted out.

“Well then,” Joanne let my cock go and raised her hand to the wait staff.

We quickly got up and paid our tab. “This way,” Joanne grabbed my arm and pulled me to her large SUV.

We got inside and went to the back seat. “One moment,” Joanne grinned as she folded one row down and pushed the other row back. “There! Plenty of room, now sit!”

Joanne could be very bossy at times, and I liked it.

I sat down, and Joanne knelt in front of me.

“Holy fuck!” I shouted as Joanne took off her tank top, revealing a larger-than-life pink bra.

“Wait for the big reveal,” Joanne pulled on my pants. “Talking about big reveals!”

Joanne had my cock in her hands. “You’ve been holding out on me!” she shook her head. “You bad boy!”

I was no slouch in the dick department, and many times I had been told it was too thick, but Joanne’s head was already bobbing up and down it like a pro.

“I keep showing you all the big toys in my stores, and you kept this from me,” Joanne looked at me with her tongue circling her head. “Now I will never need one of those ever again!”

“Oh my god!” I moaned as I leaned back.

Never in my life had a woman deep-throated my cock straight down to the root. Joanne took a deep breath and did it again.

“Now, for what you’ve been waiting for,” Joanne smiled as she held my cock steady and pushed it under her bra and through her massive tits. “Tada!” she said with her hands free. “I can do it with no hands!”

To prove her point, Joanne moved her torso up and down and side to side, with my cock trapped between her tits.

“Fuck me!” I exclaimed, watching my cock between her enormous tits.

Joanne continued to tit fuck me in the back of her SUV. “You’re nearly there! Don’t hold back, mama want’s her reward!”

Joanne lifted her torso and took my cock out from under her bra, and returned to sucking it. “Give it to me!” she ordered.

Dinner Date Chapter Two: Common Interests

Joanne reveals more about herself. Can Adrian handle her wild side?

It had been a month since the dinner date with John, his now ex-girlfriend, and her mother.



John broke up with Olive moments after that dinner date. He couldn’t handle the truth about Olive’s sordid past. What did he expect when he started dating an online sex worker?



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