Milfing The Day Away

An old college friend recently related the following story to me about her and 3 of her friends who were out of town for a professional development seminar. All four women are teachers and mothers in their mid thirties.

The women were given an hour and a half for lunch on the first day of the two day seminar. They were seated in a dining area adjacent to the bar at a Chili’s restaurant. As far as I know, all four of the women are happily married and all of them have children.

The lunch conversation drifted into the “Do I still have it?” mode as the women pondered how much having children and raising a family detracted from their sex appeal. Apparently the bartender who heard bits and pieces of the insecure conversation decided to act as wingmen for a couple of his buddies about the carnal opportunity. One of the young men approached the table and coyly requested information about the college where the four women taught?

One of the teachers said she would email him the info even though everyone present knew it would be easier to just have him it Google it. He continued to hang around the their table and a pregnant silence ensued dripping with sexual tension. Finally, one of the teachers said it was time for him to run along and check up on his girlfriend to which he replied, “What girlfriend? You are all MILFs!” 

After each of the teachers, except let’s call her Cindy, expressed the requisite indignation at this young man’s bold remark, he politely retreated. Moment’s later Cindy excused herself to the Lady’s room she said.

There is more to the story, but let’s close by noting that Cindy was not in attendance on the second day of the professional development seminar and MILF does not stand for Moro Islamic Liberation Front  OR Mothers I Would Like to Film.