This was Bank Holiday Sunday, an especially busy on the town. I'd started at 6 o'clock, but we weren't the last stop on the drinking circuit, so I knew I'd be finished and still be able to get out later and end the night at the nightclub over the road.
I was the DJ where I was at. Almost six foot tall and not a bad looking lad. In my mid 20s at this time. I'd been going to the gym, but I was never one for putting bulk on, instead I was lean and had what I thought was a decent six pack.
Talking to girls was easy. I was usually sober and had my car. Even though I had a day job I actually made more money DJing and didn't see the point of having a drink and then paying for a taxi home. Me being sober I had the advantage over tipsy girls who would come and ask for tunes on. It was usually a trade for a kiss for a song and sometimes I got more. This night I got a lot more.
The place was packed to the point the door staff were having to filter people in and out. It was a hot night too. Lots of girls in loose or skimpy tops and dresses.
A group of about eight women, gathered next to the DJ box. They were, on average in their mid 30s. Older than the others in their teens and twenties on the dance floor.
These weren't my target age group for my charms. They were often married and my lines never worked on them, so after failing in the past, I'd stopped trying to chat up women too much older than me.
The group were all well dressed and maybe over dressed for the warm summer night.
One of them stood out though.
She was wearing a plain, tight white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I could see her white bra through her top under the blue UV lights on the dance floor.
I hadn't realised I was actually staring, mesmerised at her bright glowing, nice round breasts, until a hand waved in front of my eyes.
I't was one of the others in the same group.
"Enjoying the view?" She said laughing.
A bit embarrassed, I looked at the face of the woman in the white t-shirt.
Her hair was black, loose curls sat just over her shoulders. Her big brown eyes looked back at me. I couldn't tell what her expression was. Another reason I didn't go for older women was they were more emotionally experienced than me. Did she want to kill me or kiss me?
I was a little relieved when they left.
The night ended where I was working and all the staff were going over to the nightclub to enjoy the rest of the night.
I grabbed a coke and went to see my friend who was DJing there that night. I stood next to the pulpit style DJ box that stood next to the dance floor. All the same faces I'd seen earlier, looked more the worse for drink and a lot more sweatier.
Then I saw those big brown eyes again.
She looked at me from the side of the dance floor. Her group was smaller now, only four of them, including the one who had jolted me from my breast staring earlier.
Brown eyes started to walk towards me. Her eyes fixed on mine. The place was so busy, I couldn't have run if I wanted to, but I was tempted.
As she got closer, I could see her white top was damp with sweat in places from dancing and her hair was flatter than before. She was well put together. I wasn't able to see more than her top before on my packed dance floor, but now I could see she had a very nice figure.
My urge to flee left when she began to smile at me. Her teeth were bright white against her black hair and her slightly olive skin.
"Hot in here!" Her voice suited her. It was sweet and little husky.
"Very" I said nervously. "Can I just apologise for something?"
"No, don't worry about it" She said with a smile.
I can't remember what we talked about after that, but I found out she was 35. 11 years older than me. We started to get on well. She told me that her friends had dragged her out at short notice, that night and that's why she wasn't dressed up. She went on to tell me about her recent breakup and her friends wanted to cheer her up and now they'd left without her.
"Will you give me a lift home? Is that ok?" She asked looking up and jokingly fluttering her eyelashes.
"I need something to eat, Do you want a bag of chips?"
As you can tell by my last statement, I didn't expect to give her anything other than a bag of greasy chips and a lift back to her's.
My God I was wrong.
As we went inside her house it looked a little bare. In her recent breakup, her ex had taken the TV and the couch.
"There's a TV upstairs. She said. "We'll have to sit upstairs to eat if that's ok? I just need to go to the toilet first"
I sat on the side of her firm bed, looking out of the bedroom door across the landing to the bathroom and wondering how to turn on the small TV that sat on the corner.
As the bathroom door opened, I almost dropped my box of chips. She was naked.
Her body lit from the light behind me looked stunning. Her breasts lightly bobbed and her hips swayed as she casually walked towards me. She had a small tuft of trimmed hair between her legs that was as black as the hair on her head.
She didn't smile. She took my chips off me before I dropped them.
