Dance Club Isnt What I Expected

This is really not my type of dance club. I have been taking dance lessons with mature people for the last year after my divorce. Yes, it has live music like I asked my ChatGP to find, but the people here are very young. That's what happens when you are from out of town on a business trip and don't know your way around. I like the rock music the band is playing even though it's heavier than the music of my youth. I'll have a couple of drinks and go back to my hotel. This table near the back will have the music not quite so loud. Here comes the waitress. What a cutie. But all these young people are so beautiful.

"Hi, would you like a drink?"

"Please. I'll have a scotch and water. Hell, make it a double, it's been a long day."

I look around at the young folk having fun dancing and laughing in groups sitting at tables. Before I got married a million years ago, this was my fun single life. The good old days. Not that I'm ancient. Forty-six can't be ancient and I keep in good shape with my yoga and gym membership. These kids have so much energy and they are all so attractive. It's been a year since my divorce. My daughter tells me to get out there and find a new man. My ex and I had a great sex life. That wasn't our problem. I miss the intimacy.

"Here is your drink, ma'am."

"Thanks."

Oh god, I'm a ma'am now. Oh no. AAhh. This drink is so good. I can feel it hit my chest. Good, I need this and a few more. The flight here was brutal. These kids are all in jeans. I'm the only one here in a dress I brought to the big city. I purchased it for my niece's wedding. It's classy but it's out of place here being shoulderless with lots of cleavage. I should have checked the website of this place before I rushed over. The live music has a strong, heavy beat. I like that. When I close my eyes and sip this drink, I feel like I'm back in the singles scene before I married. That was so much fun being carefree.

"Would you like another drink, ma'am?"

"Oh, sure. The same, thanks." Here comes a young man.

"Hi, would you like to buy some E, lady?"

"No, thank you." I don't know what E is, but it sounds like a drug.

Keith's Viewpoint

That is really a classy lady in the back there. Jake the drug dealer just tried to sell her something. What a prick. She looks like my mother's best friend that live down the block from my family's place. Yes, long styled blonde hair, big boobs, nice makeup and a classy dresser. She was my go-to fantasy in my teens when I jacked off. I swear she was teasing me at our block pool parties when she bent over to give me an ice tea with a long, deep look into her bikini top. I could almost see her nipples. She had that big, knowing smile on her face as I blushed when a tent popped up in my bathing suit. Yes, my MILF fantasy, Marge.

My buddy Dan told me he hooked up with an older lady at a club last year. He said it was amazing. He said the older ones have so much experience fucking. I believe it. She finished the first drink quickly and ordered another. Looks like she is out for some fun. Is it possible? Can't hurt to ask. I'll go over and see what's up.

"Hi, my name's Keith. It looks like you are a rock music lover. Is it okay if I join you." It looks like the idea is rolling around in her brain.

"AAHH, sure. Why not? Please sit. I do love rock music but the blues are my favorite. I'm from out of town and I didn't know this club was for young people."

"It's for everybody. Not a problem. And I'm not young people. I'm twenty-eight."

"That is a good age, Keith. My name is Susan. My friends call me Susan."

I reach over and shake her manicured hand. "Nice to meet you, Susan. A toast. To music lovers. I love the blues too. It hits you where you live, right in the gut."

My bottle of Corona clinks on her glass of hard stuff. She smiles and seems to relax.

Susan's Viewpoint;

Keith seems a nice young man. It will be nice to have someone to chat with. If the truth be known, I'd love to do some dancing. My ex and I used to go out often. I've missed it. Of course, that is as far as I would go. Keith is far too young and I'm sure he wouldn't want to be with someone his mother's age.

Keith is tall and fit. I like that. He seems confident. I've always been shy around men and my ex and the other men I've been with before my husband were always strong willed. That is so attractive in a man.

Keith asks, "What was the best concert you ever went to?"

"Tina Turner by a mile. Great singer, great dancer and so sexy. And you?"

"I saw the Stones when I was seventeen. Blew my frigging mind. Those old dudes had lots of juice in them."

The waitress asks, "Would you like another drink ma'am?"

"Aaahh, sure. The same." I'm feeling really good. It's nice to have some company. I'll have another drink and then call it a night.

"And you, sir."

"Sure. Give me a rum and Coke." He turns to me. "What are you drinking?"

"Scotch and water. Oh hell, I'll confess they are doubles. My hotel is a short walk and I need to unwind."

"No problem, I'll make sure you are safe in the big city."

"I can see you are a fine, young gentleman."

"Yes, my mom taught me right. I will say, I really like your dress. It is very classy and attractive on you. You have great taste."

"Thank you, Keith. You are very nice to say that."

Oh, my goodness, his eyes are staring at my cleavage with a hungry look. Young men are so predictably horny all the time. A surge of adrenaline just hit my chest. I'm frozen. He knows that I'm seeing him check out my charms but he keeps staring brazenly. It's nice to know that a young man might find me attractive. I'll lift my chest to show off my assets better. What harm is that? I need a boost to my female ego after my breakup. Whew, even thinking erotic thoughts with a young guy isn't like me. It must be the jet lag and the scotch working on my brain.

"Keith, are you into sports?"

"I was in university, you know, volleyball and football. Now I play some tennis and do biking. I like to keep in shape."

"I can see that." Oh my god, did I just say that. It slipped out. He'll think I'm flirting. Just one more scotch and I'm out of here before I get foolish.

Keith's Viewpoint

Hmmm. She likes my body. Very interesting.

"Does your husband like you travelling out of town?"

"No, I'm not married anymore."

"That's too bad. He must be crazy to lose an attractive woman like you."

"Keith, you are making me blush. Life goes on."

"But you are very attractive and will find a great guy to build a new life with."

"Thanks, Keith. I hope so."

"You will and anyone that is with you will be a very lucky man."

I reach over and squeeze her hand. She blushes and puts her other hand over mine.

"Thanks for saying that. You are going to make some woman very happy too, Keith. You are a winner. I can tell."

I hear the band start a new set.

Susan shouts over the loud music, "I'd love to have a few dances if that's okay with you?"

I shout back, "Let's go."

We down our drinks and I take her hand pulling her to the center of the semi-dark, packed dance floor.

Susan is a great dancer, shaking her booty and getting right into the music. I hold one hand and then the other, to spin her around. She dances like my mom, jiving. I love the way her breasts jiggly over the top of her dress. She's laughing and having a great time. We bumped together. Her breasts feel great against my chest. She's loosening up. Double scotches will do that. Wow. The band keeps going from song to song. As we rock, I take opportunities to catch an, 'accidental', feel of her tight, womanly ass and her breasts. She doesn't do anything. I think she likes it. A slow song comes on. She moves into my arms and lays her cheek submissively against my chest. I can smell flowery perfume and her hair is soft when I lay my cheek on the top of her head. Short girls are so sexy. This short older woman is very sexy. I slip a hand down her waist to her ass. She groans.

"Keith, you naughty boy. You shouldn't do that."

"I can't help it. You are so attractive." She doesn't tell me to take my hand away. I slip my other hand to her other ass-cheek. She moans louder as I massage the firm cheeks deeply. My cock is titanium hard against her stomach. The smell of her hair is so feminine. She is getting turned on. Gotta love it. I've never been intimate with an older lady. We dance slowly. I want to fuck this lady. Oh my god, I want to see her lipstick covered lips around the head of my cock. I used to imagined my MILF neighbour Marge sucking my dick. Dan told me his MILF date sucked cock amazingly well. Older ladies have so much experience. Can this really happen?

The music stops and we go back to our table at the back. I pull my chair beside hers and sit down, closer.

"Keith, I have to go to the ladies' room. I'll be right back. Order me another drink, but a single this time."

Susan's Viewpoint;

My goodness, I was panting out there. I haven't been with a man in so long. I must get on that dating site my daughter said and find a man my age. Keith is too young. Sweet Mary, his body felt so strong and fit against mine. I could feel his stiff erection against my stomach. I'm proud he thinks I'm attractive but it's just not something in my moral compass to go all the way with him. I sit down in this cubical and hear my pee hit the water. But my body is so alive. Oh god, it's been so long. What harm would it do to have some adult fun. Nobody would ever know. I'd never take him back to my hotel room. He is too strong and young men are so horny. It could get out of hand. Why don't we just make out in the darkness at the back of the club the next time the band starts up. That isn't like real sex. I saw an abandoned booth that we could sit at in the dark for privacy. Hell, everyone will be dancing or too busy doing their own thing to watch us. Plus, nobody will every see me again. Dammit. Yes.

My brain is lust filled picturing the possibilities. This will be like making out in the school days in the back of a car. I'll let him hold my breasts. Yes, yes. Oh dammit, I'll take off my bra. I need skin on skin. There, it's off. There are a few buttons on the front of the dress. I'll leave a couple of them open so he sees a lot of bare cleavage. My pussy, is so awake. I could feel his stiff erection when we slow danced. He finds me sexy. It would be so naughty to hold his stiff erection like the old days in the back of cars. I can't remember when it was turned on like this. Time to wipe my crotch and flush. Oh shit, my pussy is so wet and I can smell my womanly odor. I need this erotic time. It's no fun being a goody, good.

I walk over to the table. He is so handsome. My god, he glows health and strength. I spot the empty booth. The band is playing again and the area here is empty of people. I take a deep breath to get my nerve up.

"Keith, let's sit over there in that booth where it's more comfortable. Bring the drinks." I go over and slide into the side that will have our backs to the dancefloor. I want him to sit on the outside where his body shields mine from any prying eyes and where I can see anybody coming by looking over his shoulder. He joins me. "Sweetheart, we are adults. Let's play some adult games in the privacy here. Just some making out type of play. But we can't have sex, like the in and out type of sex. Agreed. But kissing and touching are good. I need kissing, please. Okay?"

"Oh, hell yes. Susan, I cross my heart. I get it. Making out adult-style, hell yes."

He puts an arm over my shoulder and pulls me strongly to his body. He is such a big guy and I feel so small and feminine. I kiss his neck, his cheek, his mouth. A wave of happiness washes over me as we French kiss. Oh, I have missed kissing a strong, sexual man. I hold his head and our tongues twirl together. I'm panting through my nose. Oh, I need this. His hand cups my breast over my dress. He grunts when he senses the bra is gone. He goes for the buttons and undoes them in a flash. I like a man that takes control. His strong hand on my bare breast is crazy-making. I open my eyes and look over the top of the booth guiltily. Nobody is around. I moan like a cat in heat. My nostrils flare as I breathe rapidly. Holy shit, his head drops and I feel his lips circle my nipple. I bite my hand to not scream out in pure lust.

"Your breasts are incredible. Your nipples are rock hard, horny lady."

His lips suckle my other nipple as I moan. My pussy is throbbing to life. I look down in the dim light and see his young, handsome face and his lips on my nipple. That is so fucking erotic.

"Sweetheart, that feels so good."

He lifts his lips to mine and we kiss passionately. Nobody is coming. I reach down and unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. I push his underwear under his ball sack like I had done so often before as a young adult. Wow, he has no pubic hair. I grasp the shaft. Sweet Jesus, it is so thick and like velvet on granite. I remember young men get so rock hard. My pussy is throbbing. Oh, my word. I run my palm from the base up to the tip. He very well hung. A flashing memory of that tall basketball jock in college with the long, thick erection pops up in my lust-filled brain. My god, the sex was so amazing. The thought of that big thing in my hand entering my vagina sends adrenaline through my chest. Stop thinking like that Susan. You must stay a lady.

"That's right girl, hold my cock. Oh yes, you know how to work a cock. Time to feel your pussy."

His hand goes down to the hem of my dress and slides up my thigh to my panties. I can't breathe. His palm skims my mons and it's like a lightning bolt hitting my crotch. I moan into the darkness. He reaches up for the waistband to pull them off. I panic. The thought of being panty-less is shocking.

"Maybe we should leave my panties on, but you can feel inside."

"Are you fucking kidding. We are adults not teenagers. Lift your ass."

He's right. I obey and lift my bottom. That male power is so sexy. My panties go down my legs and off. He puts them in his pocket. I lift his head and find his lips as his hand runs up the sensitive inside of my thigh. I spread my legs like a slut. I need his hand on my sex. I groan into his mouth as his fingers probe my crotch. He breaks the kiss.

"Holy shit, a full-on beaver. Whew. Susan, this is amazing."

Keith's Viewpoint

All the girls shave bald. This is so fucking primal. The hair is all wet on her pussy lips. The smell of her musky pussy juices is so strong and horny. She is twerking he hips as I slide my fingers along her pussy lips. She is in fucking heat.

"Oh Keith, I haven't been with a strong man in so long. You have experienced hands. Thank you."

This lady is so fucking horny. She says she only wants us to get off using our hands. Fuck that. I want her sucking and fucking up in that nearby hotel room. She'll fucking beg for me to go there when I bring her to the edge of a big O and then stop. She needs it and I'm the fucking guy that will do her.

"Stroke my cock real slow and hold my balls with your other hand. Good. You know what to do. Sweet. Just like that."

I run my middle finger in her wet slit from her vagina opening to the hard nub of her clit.

"Yes, yes, right there. It is so sensitive. Oh, Keith."

Thank god the music is so loud or her moans would wake up the neighborhood. I twirl the top of my finger around her engorged clit as she pants in my ear. I rake my fingers through her silky-soft long pubic hair. Wow, I must remember this feeling. The pubes are so fucking basic. So fucking animal.

This teen sex play is horseshit. I have to get my cock in this mature pussy. It will be looser that the young babes I usually do. A nice, hot, wet, loose pussy will fit my big cock like a perfect glove. I carry lube just in case it's too tight a fit. I need to pound my cock into this pussy as she begs for more. Let me put a couple of fingers inside her vagina. Ahhh, nice and snug. I want to take her to the edge and then tell her it's her and I in the hotel room and her having the big O or I leave her panting.

"Your pussy feels so perfect. I love it."

"Your cock is amazing. I love it."

"Your pussy is so wet, you horny lady."

"Your cock is so stiff, you horny man. Let me know when you want me to stroke you faster so you will get off. Oh my god, YES, slide your fingers in and out of my pussy just like that. I need a big orgasm. Please Keith."

Susan's Viewpoint;

My universe is his fingers slowly, tantalizingly, sliding in and out of my vagina with my crotch and brain throbbing with lusty urgency. Oh my god, I need this orgasm. I haven't had one in so long. I'll stroke him off after I have it.

"Susan, I'd love to lick your pussy all over and suck your clit until you explode."

Yes, yes. My husband never went down on me even though I gave him head all the time. I look around frantically. Shit, nowhere to do it here. Dammit.

"That's okay, Keith. Just keep on doing what you are doing. I love it."

I feel a finger deep inside me on my G-spot. Firecrackers are going off in my head and my pussy is vibrating. Oh sweet, Mary, I feel an orgasm coming at me like a Mack truck. I'll die.

"Yes, Keith, yes. Oh, I'm close. Oh yes. Keep on going. Just like that. Oh baby."

WHAT? What the fuck? He pulled his fingers out. I was on the frigging edge. Fuck, Fuck. Oh, I got it. He wants to get off first. I'll do him and then he can do me. Right.

"Whew, I was close. Let me do you and then you can finish me. You have a wonderful erection here."

"Susan, this is all fun and games but I come here on Friday nights to hook up for some real sex. To tell you the truth, I'm batting a hundred with the girls. What we are doing here is just teenager stuff. Tell you what. I find you very attractive and I think we can make unbelievable sex together. Let's go to your hotel room or we call it a night right now. Up to you."

Wow. Here I am breasts out, legs spread holding a young man's cock that I just met. All like a total tart. Face it Susan, you are a tart needing a good fuck in an anonymous city. What the hell. Nobody will ever know. I need this big cock.

"Sure, Keith. Okay, I'll pay the bill and let's go.

In the hotel room.

Keith's Viewpoint

All the way over here, my brain was going a mile a minute. I can't believe I will be fucking this attractive older woman. It's good to be me. My brain kept flashing images of her hairy pussy with a pink gash in the center ready for my cock. She went into the ladies room before we left and came out with bright red lipstick on. Oh fuck, I can't wait to see those hot red lips around my cock. I've had a boner for what seems like hours. Wow, what a hotel room. It's like an apartment. Must cost a mint.

"Nice room."

"My company pays for it. Have a seat on the sofa. Do I ever need a drink. My nerves are a bit shot. You are rocking my world, Keith. Want one?"

"Sure, any kind of beer is cool."

I watch her bend over to open the small fridge. Nice ass. I'm going to be tapping that soon. I adjust the woody in my jeans and spread my arms out over the back of the leather sofa. I can't stop thinking about her hairy pussy.

"Here you go. I think I will do a couple of these mini bottles of scotch."

Susan's Viewpoint;

Walking over here with no panties on with lust and scotch clouding my brain felt so freeing and alive. Yes, and so naughty. People seeing me, a mature woman, hanging onto a much younger man must have thought I was such a tart. An anonymous tart I will be. Keith is so tall and strong. I held onto his arm and walked a bit faster than him. I need this so much. The lust and panic make me feel like a woman again, a sexy, juicy woman.

He looks so yummy sitting there on the sofa with the big tent in his jeans. I better slow this down. I remember how quick young men can pop off. I want lots of hot sex if I'm going to be a slut for a night.