Not Another Lonely New Years

The nightclub was pulsating. A stream of colored lights illuminated the dance floor and a cloudy haze obscured most of the people. Outside there was a congregation of people smoking or vaping and long lines to enter. It was truly the place to be to ring in the New Year.

2025. What would it bring she wondered as she waiting in line to enter. This last year had not been the greatest for her. Work had felt overwhelming often and the election cycle was just exhausting. On top of the her love life took a turn for the worst as her boyfriend had left her for another woman. Someone younger, bigger chested, and dumber, well to her anyway. To say he broke her heart would be a bit of an understatement. She spent much of the year in solitude believing that love was not for her anymore.

It's not that she was unattractive as she held many hallmarks of beauty. She is taller than most woman giving her power with men. She took good care of herself with whole foods and exercise which granted her a slender build and firm, long legs. A nicely toned ass as well. Many men in her past had told her she had a "god-tier pussy" as well. She knew she wasn't lacking on quality features, but sometimes her age worried her. Entering her mid 40s and being single was not the easiest time for new love.

She had decided to try again tonight. The dating apps had all failed, mostly producing pictures of men holding fish or the inevitable unwanted dick pic. She thought that maybe within the confines of a local disco she could find someone willing and fun to take home and celebrate.

It had been a mild winter so far and she waiting comfortably in line adorned in a green bodycon dress. The spaghetti straps showed off her lovely shoulders and the low v cut offered a tantalizing glimpse of her chest. She looked down and noticed her nipples were clearly visible. She smirked a little at the thought of people staring at them.

As the line moved forward her black heels clicked with each step and her blonde hair swayed around her neck. She noticed a rather intoxicated man coming down the line, periodically bumping into people. As he approached he stopped and offered her his insights.

"Damn sexy, you lookin like a meal tonight!"

She didn't answer, just kept her eyes forward. She knew it was a bar, but had little to no interest in alcohol herself. He persisted in his attempt for attention.

"Aw baby, what's wrong don't know a good man when you see him?"

She turned to him.

"I do, little boy, and you're quite far from one. Why don't you go home and sleep this off before you embarrass yourself anymore."

A visible anger started to rise from him, but then another man approached and put his arms around him.

"Come on Tony, let's get going already."

Looking over to her the new man simply said, "Sorry he's a dick sometimes I'll get him out of here."

She nodded in response and kept lurching towards the entry. Finally she arrived at the door and briskly greeted with, "ID please ma'am."

She reached in to black leather clutch past the pepper spray and tampons and produce the card for him.

"$20 tonight, cash only, pay at the register after me. Have a lovely time and new year." He wrapped a festive wristband over her right wrist and shouted, "Next!"

She was suddenly reminded of herding animals on the farm she grew up on. Are we all just being herded to breed or slaughter she thought to herself. The same sly smirk hit her mouth again

She gave the cashier her bank note and was shuffled to the next station to receive a stamp. With that she was let loose into the sanctuary of debauchery. She could feel the bass beats pumping inside her while the treble rang in her ears. The dance floor was a white and green tiled relic from the 1970s and a disco ball still hung over it. It reflected small squares of color from lights and lasers all over.

On the dance floor bodies slammed into each other. A modern orgy as arms crossed over torsos and hands grabbed at anatomy. Shouts and laughter burst out from the scene as gazed over the crowd. She looked upwards and saw the balcony of overhead observers. The older people look down to reminisce and share stories of their time in the pit. Her people.

She walked over to the nearby stairs and ascended upward to them. It had been a while since she wore heels but her grace was not lost at all. Her hips moved side to side like a perfect pendulum and even her pace was alluring. As she reached the top of the stairs she noticed the bar ahead of her was mostly empty. The space here was far more quiet as a couple walls around it blocked off the sound. Slowly she walked over the granite bar. The bartender smiled at her.

"What can I get for you tonight love?"

"Something simple I'm thinking. Perhaps just an old fashioned."

"Of course. Coming right up. It'll be $12 okay?"

She smiled and produced $15 in cash.

"All yours."

His eyes widened a bit as he was pouring the whiskey over the ice sphere.

"Thank you so much!"

He knocked twice on the countertop before taking the bills aside. After a moment the cocktail was finished and he handed it over to her. She graciously accepted it and took her first sip. She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the cold granite and placed the cocktail down on its napkin. She playfully extended her hips and ass out a bit while turning to look around her.

From across the elevated bar area she noticed a man alone at a table. He appeared to be looking at her, but when she caught his gaze he quickly turned away. She smiled and slowly turned her head toward again. Unable to resist she looked towards him again while sipping her drink. Again he was looking at her, but this time did not turn away. Instead it appeared he locked in on her and was taking all of her body into his view. She turned towards him so he could see the rest.

He was certainly handsome and definitely her type. He looked somewhat near 40 was bald but an extraordinary beard instead. He was standing leaned over a hi-top table and she could tell he also took good care of his body as the rolled up sleeves of his flannel suggested his extent of muscles. On the inside of his left forearm was a tatto she could not quite distinguish yet. He smiled thinly at her and she felt a warmth rise within her.

She pushed her hair back behind her ear and walked over to his table. Her dress was cut at her thighs giving him a wonderful view of her legs and she couldn't help but notice he was looking down at them. He looked up at her face and she smiled. She gave him a small tease and ran her hand down the exposed area of her chest and rested it on her left hip. As she approached the table she saw he had no beverage in front of him.

"What are you having tonight? Can I get you a round?" she asked.

"Honestly nothing, I don't drink anymore." He smiled at her.

His voice was a low bass tone. However it came off as stil soft and alluring to her. Without any aggression to it. Almost playful.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Well then why are you here at a nightclub?"

"I used to work here years ago. The bartender there," he pointed to the man behind the bar in a white button up and thin black tie, "Pete is an old friend of mine and he put me on the list for the night to just kind of hang out."

"Is it hard for you to be around all of this?"

"Actually no, it's been many years now and I'm quite comfortable saying goodbye to drinking. I don't mind at all if others do, I just know it's not for me."

She grinned widely at this. Her ex had spent much of the last year drunk and sleeping on the couch. A large issue and part of what led to the eventual separation.

"Are you here with anyone then?" She asked.

"Nah, my plus one canceled on me at the last minute. Something about going out to where she thinks some guy will be. Oh well!"

He chuckled a little and she returned in kind, lifting a hand to her mouth.

"You look amazing just so you know." He remarked to her.

She was taken aback a bit and fumbled for words.

"Thank you," she said eventually.

"That dress fits you extremely well, where did you get it?"

"Thank you! It's from a neighborhood boutique. I appreciate good quality clothes although the cost can be quite demanding," she laughed as she finished her answer.

"Me too, I'm always on the lookout for good denim. Rogue territory, imogene and Willie, and others."

For some reason this aroused her a bit. Who was this man and how did he know these things? It was rare to find for sure. She leaned in a bit knowing that her top was slightly loose and would expose her if he decided to look. He continued to stare in her eyes however. She loved his hazel irises and his locked gaze. She smiled at him and felt her body react to his look.

She set her cocktail down on the table and looked at her phone quickly.

"11:11 huh? Any wishes for you or New Year's resolutions?" She asked.

He pondered for a moment, running a hand through his beard, before answering her.

"As basic as it may sound, I suppose that I'm looking for love. Why I'm telling a woman I literally just met this is I'm not sure. There's something very calming and inviting about you though."

She blushed and her knees gave out a little. She could feel the wet in panties increasing with each thing he said. She couldn't explain it either but she was also drawn towards him like a tether. Her gut just spoke to her letting her know it was going to be all okay. Go to him.

"Well that's quite interesting." She turned away from him out of nervousness as her attraction started to overwhelm her. She didn't want to give it away just yet as she enjoyed the game of flirting. He moved around the table to be a bit closer to her.

"I think your hair is lovely as well. You must put a lot of care and time into yourself. I do too and love when I can find someone who has a similar outlook. I'm going to venture a guess you love the local art scene as I do. Did you happen to catch the Sophie Calle exhibit at the museum at all?"

She was shocked at this. The show had been one of her favorite collections in quite a while. A show detailing vulnerability and what it meant to love. Different experiences and experiments with men to find out what all the artist could do with the connections of humanity.

"Oh my God I loved it! It meant a lot to me after my breakup with..." she stopped herself short catching information she was not quite ready to share but surprised at the comfort of opening this much. She sidled closer to him.

They talked for what felt like hours over art, theater, cities, travel, and love. They even got as far as discussing what they each wanted out of their one precious life. A concept they both found immense joy in.

As the evening was waning he checked the time on his phone as well. 1:30 in the morning now.

"Well my dear, the morning has arrived and I need to venture off. I don't mean to presume anything, but would like to join me for the rest of it, I can get a cab for us if you'd like."

"No that's okay," she replied rather quickly and saw a disappointment rush across his face. "I mean, I have a car and it's been hours since my cocktail. I'm parked just down the block. I can drive us instead."

His face exploded into a smile and he unexpectedly grabbed, pulling her into his body. She gasped softly as he did so. He pulled back slightly after a moment.

"Oh, uh. Sorry, not sure what came over me there."

"No no don't be. It's entirely all right, it just surprised me a little. In a good way."

She took him by the arm and together they left the nightclub. They headed east for just about a block as she said and entered into her silver SUV.

"What a fancy automobile you have," he noted.

She laughed a little, "Oh this thing? Yeah my parents bought it and did not like it so they gave it to me. I'll have to warn you I am rather lucky like that often."

"Oh I see," was all he said. It felt as though there was something left unspoken but she did not want to pry about it just yet. Keep the mood happy for now and maybe in time he will share.

"Can I put on some music? Maybe some nostalgic pop songs to sing along with?"

She laughed again and snorted a little.

"Oh my god please do. This will be great."

In a moment Cher's 'Believe' was pumping out of the audio system and they both were trying to match the auto tuned vocals without much success. After about 20 minutes she pulled into the driveway of a modest two level home. They exited the car and walked through the light snow into her house.

A beautiful mid century home with walls covered in fantastic art. It felt incredibly unique and special to him. Somehow it felt like home already. A curly haired dog came running and barking towards them. He kneeled down to pet the animal.

"She's a good protector, but also a loving doofus," she told him as he scratched behind the pup's ears.

"I love dogs so much. Have always had them."

As he rose up he turned towards her and their eyes met again. Without words he placed his hands upon her hips and pulled her into him. He could feel her protruding bones and the sliver of what else was underneath her dress. He felt himself engorging over her body. He felt strong and powerful as he looked up to her and started to kiss her. He then wrapped his arms around her body and ran his hands up and down her back.

She melted into his embrace and returned the kiss. Their tongues began to slide over each others and she started rubbing his chest and back in return. One of his hands found its way to her cleavage and then under her top as he squeezed her breast.

Suddenly the dog barked at them. They were both startled by it and separated. They laughed a bit and she took his hand in hers.

"Come with me," she said.

"Take me with you," he replied.

Together they walked about the stairs. The hardwood thumped beneath their feet as they entered her bedroom. Again it was full of beauty and art. Her queen bed was topped with a lovely duvet and pillows. It looked very ready for them to dive into.

As they crossed the threshold he turned her around to face him again. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and began to kiss her again. She was floating off in space at the thrill of it all. His other hand began to run up her thigh and under her dress. He traced the outer fabric of her thong teasing at her erogenous areas and reaching behind her to grab her ass. Their mouths worked in tandem as their tongues danced upon one other.

He broke their kiss to move down to her neck and took it into his mouth. Lightly he sucked and bit her as he pulled her dress up to her torso exposing her lower half. His finger moved towards her pussy and he began to rub it over her underwear. She felt pure ecstasy at all of this. Her hands began to race towards his waist and clumsily began to undo his leather belt and buttons of his fly. She reached into his pants and felt him. She couldn't help but gasp when she realized the size of him.

The surprise halted her a momentarily and he laughed lightly. He ran a hand through her hair and down her neck to her chest. Slowly he took her dress in both his hands and pulled it over her head. She stood there in just her thong now. Exposed for him to see.

"Holy shit. You look incredible." He stated. "Come here sexy."

He took her arm and pulled her in close. She could feel his cock now against her thigh as they began to kiss again. Her hand found its back into his boxers and she grasped him between her fingers. She began lightly stroking him. Both of them began to breathe heavier into each other's mouth. Sharing exhalation as one breath. His head moved down and he took a nipple into his mouth slowly rolling his tongue over it and sucking lightly. He gave it a small bite as she threw her head back in pleasure.

His hand entered into underwear and down her shaved slit. She was extremely wet and ready. Slowly he teased her clitoris with small circles over it before moving farther down and entering her. As he did she gasped heavily and took her own breast in her hand. A pleasure she had not felt in a while was consuming her. However she pulled his hand out and began to remove his clothing. She wanted to see him now.

As he stood there in front of her, she was astounded by her attraction to him. He was the perfect height and size. His body hair was a lot but never too much. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and down over his toned abs. She traced the lines of his hips that led down to his cock before she took him back in her hand. She started gently stroking him again. He now moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes. She took the chance to kneel in front of him.

Slowly she licked the tip of his cock savoring the precum leaking out of him. He moaned lightly at the sensation and placed a hand on her head. She continued to stroke him with her and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned louder now and ran his fingers through her hair lightly tugging at times.

She took her hand off of his and placed them on his hips instead. Slowly she put more and more of his dick into her mouth. Eventually all of it was inside her and some down her throat. She stopped there and let out her tongue to lick his balls while sucking on him.

"Oh my god," he panted out. His body tensed and filled with unknown sensations. "Holy shit"

She began to work her mouth back and forth on him. Going all the way from head to hip deep throating him. A skill she had attained earlier in her endeavors that never ceased to amaze the men. She surprised herself at being able to take all of him, but it didn't hurt. Too much anyway.

She could feel him tensing and getting more eager as she worked him. She could also feel herself getting more and more wet with each pulse. She reached down and began to finger herself as she sucked him. Looking up at their eyes met and she noticed a spark within them. At that moment he grabbed her and lifted her up.

He pulled her into him, smashing her tits into his chest and kissing her deeply with immense passion. He guided her backwards to the bed and lightly pushed her down onto her back. He took the sides of her underwear into his fingers and removed the last clothing she had. Crawling up on the bed with her he stopped as his mouth met her pussy.

He kissed around it and playfully bit her inner thighs. His hands explored over the area and periodically fingers entered into her. He would curl them up into her g spot each time. She gasped and moaned each time he did. Her own hands squeezed at her chest and teased her nipples. He placed his head between her legs and slowly began to lick her. His tongue moved over her clitoris slowly, sucking ovals and circles. At times it would go down to her vagina and enter her body. He wanted to taste all over her badly. He spread her legs open wider to gain more access to her sex. His mouth moved back to her clitoris and his fingers entered into her again.

As he was feeling all the areas inside her his tongue worked over her throbbing clit. Two fingers were deep in her pussy and a third was approaching her anus. It stopped as if to wait for approval.

Between gasps of pleasure she managed to say, "give it to me, please," as though she was begging for me.

His ring finger extended and pressed into her ass. Her holes were filled and her clit stimulated heavily. He pulled his hand in and out of her slowly but building speed to a more vigorous pace.

She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as her hands reached for his head and pulled his face further into her. An orgasm was imminent and her legs closed around his head.

"Oh fuck. Oh god. Please keep going. Please."

His tongue flicked over her again and again each time sending shockwaves through her body. She started convulsing and her legs were almost kicking. The fullness she felt in her pussy and ass was amazing.