by Alex Madura
When I arrived just after nine o’clock I paid the cover charge, received two tickets for free drinks, and went in. The room itself reminded me of a high school dance with the sexes sitting apart from each other like over age students. I was in my mid thirties, but I was certainly one of the younger females there. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of the over fifty crowd were attractive looking women, but the men in the crowd tended to be younger than them so there was not a lot of age appropriate match ups available. This was simply a high class hook-up spot, but that was all right with me, that’s what I was there for.
Being among the younger twenty per cent (perhaps ten per cent, I’m not sure) had its advantage here, I knew it made me a prime target, a choice piece of real estate for some guy to plant his flag on, so to speak, plus, as it was my first time here, I was fresh meat. I went to the bar and exchanged one of my drink tickets for a glass of Chardonnay and knew the sharks would begin circling soon, and that thought excited me. I was correct, as no sooner had I been served my drink, than several men, both older and younger, came over asking me to dance, which I did and others offered to buy me drinks, which I politely refused. I didn’t mind getting a little tipsy, but I didn’t want to get so completely wasted that I’d make a decision that I was going to regret later if I could help it.
On returning to the bar after dancing with an older gentleman, I heard a voice behind me ask, ‘Room on your dance card for one more?’
I turned and saw a nice pleasant looking man smiling at me, and, he had a killer smile. My first impression was that he appeared to be slightly older than me, I guessed in his late thirties or early forties. I knew right away I would be willing to sleep with him if I didn’t detect any personality defects or gross idiosyncrasies. It’s hard to explain why, it wasn’t that he was incredibly handsome or anything like that, it’s just that my instincts told me he had potential. Without saying a word, I slid off the bar stool and walked out on the floor, glancing over my shoulder to see if he was following and he was, lucky me!
The DJ was playing some slow music, which was fine with me. I figured nothing would make an impression on my new dance partner like a warm female body pressed tightly against him. I was apparently correct, because within minutes I was aware of his erection trapped between us. I knew then and there he was ripe for the picking, mine if I wanted him, and I did. It was a lovely feeling. I laid my head on his shoulder in an attempt to let him know I was interested.
When the music ended, I held the position for several seconds before stepping back from him. When I did step back, I looked up at him with my most innocent smile.
‘Why don’t we find a table instead of sitting at the bar?’ I suggested, knowing if he went with me, I was in control.
‘Yeah,’ he answered with some surprise, ‘that’d be great.’
We went back to the bar to gather up our things and order a couple more drinks. His arm was around my waist, nothing too aggressive, just enough to assure me that he was interested. When we went to order the drinks, he insisted on paying for them and I didn’t argue. I told him I was drinking Chardonnay and he shook his head.
‘Chardonnay is good, but you deserve better. I hear they make a wicked Bellini here. Care to try one?’
‘Ooh, sounds good, what is it?’ I asked.
‘It’s a cocktail made with Prosecco and peach purée or nectar and it’s delicious.’
‘I’ll take your word for it. I’ve never tried it, or even heard of it, but nothing ventured…’
It was the ‘you deserve better’ line that did it. This guy was kind of smooth, but not overly so, he was confident without being over-confident. I could tell he wasn’t a player which was good, I wasn’t in the mood for a player. I’ve met a few before and the problem with a player is, in my experience, they’re usually aggressively self-centered and self-indulgent, it all has to be their way. Now, that’s all right to some degree and at certain times, but it’s not always fun to be on the receiving end of their little fantasies. They seem to insist that they know what you like sexually better than you do.
Now, I don’t really know if a Bellini is actually better than Chardonnay, but it does have a ring of class about it and it was good. He obviously knew how to make a girl feel special. I was really beginning to like this guy. As I said, there was an uncertainty about his demeanor which was charming, I could tell, no matter what happened that night, he wasn’t going to take me for granted. Sex always seems better to me when you feel wanted, as opposed to when you feel like you’re just some random slut waiting to get indiscriminately fucked.
As we sat sipping our drinks, chatting, and flirting, he asked if I came here often. Now the truth is the truth and it’s always the best answer, but if you asked three quarters of the women in the place tonight if they’d been here before they’d say no even if they were regulars. For a moment or two I tried to come up with a flip answer. If I just said no it’d just sound like I was being coy, a woman in her mid thirties trying to act innocent. If I said I had, well that just wouldn’t be true, and what would be the point of that? So I went with the truth with a qualifier.
‘No, never before, but I always wanted to, only I was always embarrassed to ask any of my girlfriends to come with me and never comfortable with the thought of coming alone. Tonight I decided to just do it and see what it's like.’
‘Well I’m glad you did, and glad I was in town tonight and here to meet you,’ he said smiling at me shyly. Then he raised his glass in my direction, ‘Here’s to my good luck.’
I raised my glass and tapped it lightly against his. I don’t know if he realized it or not, but at that moment we sealed the deal. Up until then I was willing to do him, after that I wanted to do him. When I toasted to his luck, it was because, unless something went horribly wrong, he was going to get lucky tonight and I was going to get laid, a win-win for both of us.
‘How about you,’ I asked, is this your first time here, too?’
‘No, I’ve been here a couple of times before. I never really met anyone I liked before, but for some reason I keep feeling like trying one more time.’
‘Ah,’ I said softly, ‘the old ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again’ philosophy. How’s it working for you, anyway?’
‘Pretty well tonight,’ he hesitantly added, ‘I think.’
There was that bit of uncertainty that I was finding endearing in him. I reached over and rested my fingertips on the back of his hand, glancing at it as if looking for something and spoke in a distracted voice.
‘I think so too, you’re doing okay so far,’ then looked up at him, smiling coquettishly.
From there it was all a formality, a politely flirtatious waltz, neither wanting to appear too eager or anxious while we danced around what we both, by now, knew was going to happen. When we got up to dance I pressed as close to him as I could, my arms around him, forearms running vertically up his back with my hands on his shoulders. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, the back of my head against his neck. I don’t know if its possible for a girl to give out a stronger signal than this.
It really must have been working, he was embracing me firmly, with one arm low around the small of my back, the other diagonally across my upper back. It was all very cozy, I could feel his every breath, not to mention the hard cock once again squeezed between us. I had an unsettling nervous anticipatory sensation in my stomach that I get when I’m ready for sex. A slight tremor ran down my spine, strong enough that he had to have felt it. This wasn’t a dance as much as it was public foreplay, slow, intimate, sensual foreplay.
When the music stopped, I took his hand and led him back to the table. Once we got there, I stopped and turned to look at him, still holding his hand. By now it was ten thirty and it was time to get serious and I figured the next step was up to me.
‘Would you like to get out of here, you know, go somewhere a little more private?’ I asked.
He arched his eyebrows slightly and nodded his head. As we gathered
up our things he asked the question.
‘Do you know a place we can go?’
‘Three, your place, my place, or we can get a room here.’ As I said, we both knew where this was going, but with that answer I had made it official.
Out in the car park he offered to take me to his place, explaining it was small and not well kept. I stood in front of him, raised myself up on my toes and kissed him, a slow, soft, lingering kiss.
‘Your place is fine, I’ve seen men’s flats before, I’d be nervous if it weren’t kind of messy. Don’t worry.’
He offered to drive me there, but I told him I wasn’t comfortable leaving my car here. He could lead the way and I’d follow, we could use our mobile phones to keep in touch if I lost track of him. He gave me his number and we got into our cars and pulled out. There wasn’t much traffic so it was easy to follow him, a couple of times we got separated by traffic lights and I had to tell him to pull over and wait, but other than that it was smooth sailing all the way there.
On the drive I had time to think things over, amazed at how easily everything had fallen into place. What were the odds? I had literally just walked in the door and met someone who seemed to be just what I was looking for. Right out of the blue, he’d walked up and asked me to dance, then swept me off my feet and the nicest part was, he didn’t even seem to know he was doing it. Now there was a special kind of excitement, I was following a perfect stranger to his apartment where, hopefully, he was going to screw my brains out.
Even my underwear was right, delicate lingerie and stockings with intricate lace tops. I didn’t wear these things to titillate men, but for my own benefit. Wearing things like that under a conservative dress always make me feel sexy, and when you’re on the prowl, you want to feel sexy and desirable. Now that I was sure I was going to be out of my dress soon, it was nice to know I was going to look hot and enticing.
When I saw his car pull over to the kerb, I pulled in behind him. By the time I turned off the headlights and the engine and opened my door, he was alongside my car. Taking my hand, he helped me out of the vehicle. Like I’ve mentioned, he was a class act with the ability to make me feel special.
With his arm behind my back, his hand on my hip, we walked silently towards what appeared to have been a single house that had been converted into individual flats. We went in the front door into a small foyer and climbed up a narrow set of stairs to his place. When we went in, I looked around, catching a view of the kitchen. The table was full of clutter, but the rest of the place wasn’t as messy as he’d led me to believe. I was expecting to see balled up socks and underwear thrown on the floor. It looked like the only underwear that was going to be tossed on the floor would be mine and, honestly, I was looking forward to that.
I took off my jacket and he accepted it and went to hang it up while I wandered into the living room. I placed my handbag on the floor alongside the couch and then sat down and waited for him to come back. When he did, he asked if I would like another drink.
‘I don’t have the ingredients for a Bellini, but I do have whisky, gin and vodka. There’s lager too, but you don’t strike me as a lager drinker.’
‘If you’ve got tonic, a gin and tonic will do,’ I told him.
He took a few minutes to mix the drinks before eventually bringing them over and he sat down next to me and I kind of leaned against him as he put his arm around my shoulders. We sat there sipping our drinks and making small talk. I was beginning to wonder if I’d misread the situation, when finally he decided to make his move. He leaned over towards me to give me a kiss. I put a hand on his chest to hold him back. I think he thought I was trying to stop him, far from it. I took a sip of my drink, then leaned forward and set my glass down on the floor, out of the way. When he saw this he did likewise.
When we both straightened up I turned slightly towards him as he put his arm back around my shoulders. This time when he leaned in for a kiss, there was no hand stopping him, quite the opposite, I slid one arm around his back while one hand rested on the crook of his neck, the beginnings of a welcoming embrace. I tipped my head a little awaiting his lips.
The moment our lips met I wasted no time and I slid my tongue forward into his mouth, seeking his. I held him tightly as our tongues made love to each other, stroking, probing, and sliding across each other. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up, and a taut sensation in my breasts as my nipples began hardening. And then there was that peculiar slightly quivery feeling in my stomach that I get during arousal. I knew I was ready, everything that would happen from here was going to be pure lust.
When our lips separated, I felt his fingertips brush softly across my cheek and up to my forehead, lightly sweeping my hair aside before kissing me on the neck. He started at my jawline, then moved to the base of my neck before finally pressing his lips into the hollow of my throat, sending chills through me every step of the way. He then began gently nibbling on my earlobe and I heard myself moan out loud at that. I started involuntarily squirming my hips and legs slightly in response to this stimulation.
I felt his hand, first rubbing my knee, then slowly making its way up my inner thigh caressing me as it went. I squirmed some more in sheer anticipation. His hand went past the lacy stocking top, I felt my stomach tighten when it touched my bare flesh. I was glad I wore stockings rather than my usual tights as the sensation was electric. His hand lingered there, caressing the sensitive flesh of my upper inner thigh before moving on. I inhaled sharply when he began rubbing my pussy through the fabric of the crotch of my panties. I was so aroused at that point that alone was almost enough to get me off, almost but not quite.
Removing his hand from my crotch, he reached around me and unhooked the top of my dress. I leaned forward to make it easier for him as he unzipped me down to the top of my bum. He slowly pushed the dress back off of my shoulders, then helped me pull my arms out of the sleeves. I raised myself up slightly, sliding it down to my knees. Then sitting back down, raised first one leg, then the other out of it. He took the dress from my hands and folding it clumsily, reached over and set it on a nearby table. I thought it was nice that even at a time like this he was making an effort to be respectful of my clothes.
I’ve never claimed to be drop dead gorgeous, but sitting there in just high heels, stockings, panties, and bra, I knew I was presenting an enticing picture. Reaching over my shoulder, I unhooked my bra and pushed the straps off letting it fall to my lap. I brushed it off onto the floor. As I said earlier, I knew my underwear would wind up down there before the night was over.
He slid his arm back around me again and kissed me. While our tongues sensuously stroked each other, his free hand cupped my breast, gently massaging and jiggling it with his palm pressed against my erect nipple. I was slowly, blissfully engulfed by a wave of erotic sensations. He kissed his way downward in a trail, my lower lip, chin, upper throat, lower throat, finally reaching my breasts.
His tongue began deliciously tantalising my nipples one at a time, circling them, flicking back and forth across them, and just plain licking them. He then started kissing and sucking on them, his tongue still highly active. One of his hands slipped into my panties caressing my pussy and his middle finger slipped between the lips before finding my clitoris and gently pressing down on it. I slumped back on the couch, moaning softly, virtually helpless under his attention. I was rubbing my hand on his back, over his shirt. Somewhere in my mind I was wondering why he was still wearing his shirt, but as his finger continued to manipulate my clitoris, I stopped worrying about it as I became even more aroused as I lost myself in the sensual delights I was experiencing.
He began kissing his way back up, retracing his earlier downward trail, cleavage, throat, chin, lips.
Things were going as I hoped they would but it was time for me to move them on a little quicker. I appreciated that he was trying to make this as sensual as possible and not just a hurried wham, bam, thank you mam quickie that neither of us wanted.
When he k
issed my lips, I came back to life, throwing my arms around him, aggressively hugging him briefly. Then, still joined at the lips with our tongues engaged in erotic play, I pulled my arms back and slid them between us. Tugging at his belt, I unbuckled it, undid the front of his trousers and yanked them open as far as I could. Reaching in I grabbed his erect cock, squeezing it tightly. Now it was his turn to lean back as I began moving my hand slowly up and down it. When he stopped kissing me and leaned back, I got my first real view of it. Erect, strong, and clean looking and it sent a thrill through me. It was like some sort of magnet, attracting me, drawing me towards it. I shifted back on the couch, then wordlessly pushed on his hip, indicating for him to move over, to give me room. Once he did this, I turned sideways and bent down and kissed the object of my desire.
Once my lips touched the head, I couldn’t stop. Tipping my head sideways, I began running my lips up and down the shaft, kissing and licking as I went, occasionally rubbing my cheek against it the way a cat does around something it likes. When I heard him groan, I knew it was time to get serious.
I paused long enough to kiss the head one more time, then took his cock into my mouth as deep as I could without gagging and began bobbing my head up and down slowly. All the while my tongue was running insanely wild, caressing the length of his hard-on as my mouth moved up and down. I felt his hand on my back, then it moved upwards over my neck to the back of my head. I thought for a moment he was either going to grab a fistful of my hair, or try jamming my head down on his cock. I hate both these things and have been known to use pressure from my teeth, threatening to bite down if someone tries to mouth fuck me. When it comes to a blow job, I feel the one doing the sucking should be in charge.