Michelle wanted to go to this new club in town. She decided to go with her plaid mini skirt that flaired out and a white sweater that clung to her breasts and her white thigh high boots. Her hair hung down her back to her ass, little red ringlets all over. She knew she looked hot. She was an amazing woman. At 36, very fit, and full of life. Divorced and lonely, she needed this night out.
Fedor was already at the club with his friends, shooting pool. Being the younger brother of a famous hockey player, had it's ups and downs, mostly ups, like tonight.
The women were hot and the dance floor was packed. Fedor continued shooting pool but watched the red head from time to time. She was wicked hot, with a wild look about her, and a gorgeous body. He loved the way she looked. He looked at her again and their eyes met. She gave him a smile and Fedor found himself blushing.
Michelle liked the way Fedor looked, she always had. She knew who he was, hard not to. He was considerably younger for her but if he liked her, she wouldn't say no. She looked at him as he walked around the pool table. He was more muscular, taller, and gorgeous. Michelle licked her lips and she saw that he noticed her and gave her a wink.
Michelle edged her way to the pool area. The music was rocking and the women in the club were young and pretty. There were ladies lined up around Fedor. He didn't seem interested but he's a guy, he likes the attention, she thought. She got up by him and actually nudged him. That was a bold move, even for her.
"I'm sorry. It's just so crowded in here." She smiled up at him. He's really tall, she thought to herself.
"It's OK. I don't mind." He said with an accent and a smile.
He nudged her back, teasingly, and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, I would, thanks. Vodka and squirt, please." She couldn't stop smiling at him. He was hot and she was lusting after him.
"I'm Fedor." He said to Michelle and then he ordered her a drink.
"I'm Michelle or Chelle for short." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
The drinks came and they found a booth and sat down. Fedor got really close to Michelle. He bent down and kissed her. He made a motion to break it off but Michelle, quickly, forced him to keep kissing her. His tongue parted her lips and was now deep within her mouth, entangled with hers. The kiss made her stir in her seat. Her passion unleashed. She wanted him. He knew it. He felt it in the way she kissed him.
Still sitting there, closely, Fedor's hand slipped under the table and on her leg. The skirt she wore was short and her thigh was exposed. He moved his hand up her right thigh. She looked at him licking her lips. He kissed her again. His hand went up further feeling her panties. Michelle spread her legs a bit, hoping Fedor wouldn't stop. He played around with her through her panties. She was wet and he enjoyed it. They were in a bar with lots of people and he was playing with her and it excited him. He slipped a finger inside her panties and found her swollen clit. He made circular motions and as he did, a moan escaped Michelle's mouth. Fedor kissed her deeply as he inserted his finger inside her vagina, pulling her closer to him, fingering her pussy, kissing her, he wanted more. Still fingering her, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Circular motions, feeling her wetness, her mound swollen, her chest moving up and down a bit more, as her breathing picked up. He knew she was aroused, almost to the brink of climax. He didn't stop there. He moved his lips to her neck kissing her there, licking her ear, whispering things to her, all the while still playing. He was back kissing her full lips.
"Fedor, I'm so close to cumming." She whispered to him.
He kissed her deeply and he felt her grasp his leg and he knew what was happening, he felt her muscles contract around his finger that was deep inside her. She came.
He held her to him, smelling her hair, taking in her essence. He removed his hand from her panties and licked his finger. She tasted great and he wanted more of her. His friends looking on, knew what had just happened, talking amongst themselves, Fedor knew he would get high five's and the what not from his buddies.
Fedor looked at Michelle again. He wanted her to come to his place. He asked and she said yes. They got up from the booth. Fedor told his friends he was leaving. They made their little remarks like guys do and Fedor was blushing.