Roxanna stood naked in front of her floor length mirror studying her middle-aged body. It certainly was not perfect, but as she turned this way and that, she smiled. Her large breasts hung more than she liked, but her nipples were still quite responsive. She twisted them as she watched herself. Then her hands caressed the outline of her full figured curves down to her thighs. She bent over and laughed to see her breasts swing playfully. She had a wicked thought.
She walked out to her kitchen, past the picture windows of her flat. She doubted that anyone would even notice her nudity. Apparently no one did. She poured herself a glass of white wine, and carried it back to her bedroom.
She found her favorite oversized shirt, a white gauze shirt. She slipped it on over her shoulders. Several times she had put this on and joked that one day, she would wear it with nothing else and perhaps go to a club or something just for fun. She laughed out aloud. Tonight would be that night. She sipped the wine. She buttoned 3 buttons on her shirt/dress right around her navel. Then she found a gold chain belt and put that around her waist. This lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt to just even with the bottom of her cheeks in the back. She found her tiniest thong and adjusted it for comfort. Fortunately, her legs were a nice color naturally, so she put on some modest heels, a splash of fragrance, some long dangly earrings and did her makeup. Again, she smiled.
Her body was already hot and musky as she slid into her car. She knew just where she would go. A truck driver pulled up beside her at a traffic light, she happily showed her a breast and laughed.
There was a jazz club down by the coast where she had been once before with a wonderful Man that passed through her life. It was not unusual for women to dance nude there or in various levels of undress. As she remembered her experience there, she laughed and thought aloud, "My dress probably won't even be noticed!"
She pulled into the parking lot and found it rather crowed which she figured was a good thing. Must mean there is good music here tonight. She was right! As she walked in, she caught the eye of several men, but it was the music that got her attention immediately. She walked to the bar and ordered a white wine. She really didn't want to sit. So she got her wine and walked slowly around the room.
Her dress was beautifully revealing as it dropped open nearly to her navel then opened up again just below her navel ... to her shadowy treasure. Her slim silver chain hung temptingly between her full breasts. Hungrily, she gently pulled her shirt open even more. She took another sip of her wine. She could feel the dress tickle her bottom with every step and she knew it was partially visible.
She found a place along one side where she could hear the music and where she also had some room to dance, just a little. There was a billiard table in the rear. She occasionally looked back there to see the source of a wild call or hoot. A Man seated on a bar stool near the table seemed to be staring at her. He was well dressed with an adorable cap on his head and wisps of reddish curly hair showing from under it. He said nothing to anyone, that she saw, but also seemed to thoroughly enjoy the music.
Roxanna felt someone move up close behind her, and her heart jumped. It was nothing. A man had dropped a pencil and bent to pick it up and brushed her hip in the meantime, lifting her skirt. She was starting to feel the affects of the wine. By the third glass, she was quite nicely loosened and her body began to move in perfect time to the music, moving fluidly ... gracefully. Her eyes closed for a minute, then started open. She felt people watching her. She turned to see the Man openly staring at her. She took another sip, and turned to go and chat with Him.
"Hello, Sir" she said boldly, but felt a tiny bit shy.
"Hello, girl," He said and smiled nicely.
"The music is lovely, " she started and faded out.
"It makes you want to dance, doesn't it, girl?"
"Hah! Yes, Sir! It sure does."
