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.