It was Saturday night and Charles was away on business and would be until Monday. And the kids were visiting their grandparents on their farm. This was her second day all to herself so Barbara figured, what the hell, she was going out for a night on the town. She had been eating healthy and exercising regularly and was feeling particularly confident. She knew Charles wouldn't have an issue with her having a little fun. There was a new club called Sweet Water that she wanted to check out.
She took extra care bathing, put on her favorite sundress and headed out for a night of country and western dancing. Something Charles would never do with her.
Barbara got there fairly early so decided to start out with a drink to loosen up her inhibitions. Because she'd seen it in a TV show, she ordered a Jack and coke, grabbed a stool and sat down to drink it.
Not much of a drinker by the time her drink was about half finished, Barbara started to feel its effects, enjoying that slight buzz. She started to really feel the club's music pulsing around her. She quickly finished the rest of her drink and headed out to the dance floor to start her fun night out on the town.
Barbara slipped into a group of people line dancing and let her body start to move in rhythm with the music. Something she so rarely did since high school. it surprised her to remember how much fun dancing could be.
When she started, she'd just found a large group of men and women and joined in, but it didn't take long for Barbara to pair off with an individual men. It brought a new level of enjoyment as she and her partner subtly took cues from each other and change their styles so that they started to play off each other.
Each new partner she switched off too brought a different style and Barbara was enjoying not only the merging of different styles but also enjoyed learning new dance moves. After a solid forty five minutes on the dance floor, Barbara was getting a little tired and needed a small break. She slipped off the dance floor, ordered another Jack and coke and went to sit down and recuperate.
Barbara had almost finished her second drink and had a nice buzz going. She was getting up to head back out on the dance floor when one of the men she'd been dancing with walked up to her. "Can I buy you another drink?" he asked.
Barbara chuckled internally for a moment. She'd seen this maneuver on TV and the movies all the time but had never experienced it personally. "Sure. Thanks," she finally replied.
"Great. I'm Reese. You've got some nice moves lady," he said.
Reese was good looking. Rugged physic, toned muscles, about just over six feet tall, black wavy hair and cobalt blue eyes. He looked to be a couple of years older than Barbara's thirty three.
"I'm Barbara and thanks. You're not bad yourself," Barbara replied, connecting Reese with the moments she shared with him on the dance floor a little earlier.
The drinks arrived and Barbara and Reese enjoyed a little friendly banter while they drank. The third drink had come a little earlier than Barbara had planned and so the intensity of the euphoria Barbara started to experience wasn't anticipated. She wanted to get back out and dance some more. Thankfully, Reese must have been thinking the same thing.
"How about we get back out on the floor? We can try out some new moves." he said.
"Let's go," sang out Barbara excitedly.
Hand on the small of her back to guide her, they headed back to the dance floor. In his arms Barbara let the music take them again. The freeing effects of the alcohol allowed Barbara to let go more than she normally would. She and Reese started to dance closer, occasionally getting right up against each other. On some really up tempo, funky beats, she even went so far as to playfully grind and twerk on Reese, pressing her ass so tightly into his groin that she could feel his bulge pressing into her. She was having a great time and he appeared to be also. Although, it hadn't seemed it, before long another hour had passed and Barbara needed a break again. She let Reese know and they went to find a table to cool down.
"Buy you another drink, Barbara?"
"Thanks," she replied, "But I'll just have a water."
Reese flagged down a cute little waitress in a short skirt and a tube top and ordered her a water and another drink for himself.
"I haven't had this much fun in years," Barbara exclaimed excitedly once the drinks had been ordered. "You were great out there. My husband has two left feet so I'm not used to guys being able to dance so well."
"Thanks", replied Reese. "I like to get out every now and then. It's the best place to meet fun, energetic and beautiful women like you."
"Are you trying to pick me up?" Barbara asked coyly, "If you are it's working," she joked.
"Good," he chuckled with a wink. Then they started talking again. They covered the usual getting to know you topics like background, interests and dreams. They joked and laughed and gradually started interjecting sexual innuendo.
"How would you like to get out of here?" Reese suddenly asked.
Barbara felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline cut through her foggy alcohol induced buzz. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.
"How about my place?" he asked cautiously. "I don't live far."
Barbara took a moment to weigh the ramifications. Since meeting Reese she'd understood that this was a possibility, but didn't think it was a serious one. Now, suddenly, reality was presenting itself clearly to her.
Reese must have mistaken her pause for apprehension. "I promise, I'll treat you with all of the respect and attention that a woman like you deserves," he quickly added.
