"It was fuckin' marvelous!" Sharon beamed as she looked back at Jen.
"No kidding," Jen retorted. "Three days later and you still look like that? Keep going."
"Well, it all began when I got this phone call at work. A bunch of them were going out after work and asked me to go with," Sharon started.
"That's not so strange," Jen said. "You've told me that happens a lot where you work."
"Yeah, so?" Sharon added. "You want me to tell you or not?"
"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead," Jen said.
"O.K." Sharon continued, picking at her sandwich as if she wasn't really hungry. "So, anyway, we went over to Willy's. You know that place on east fourth, downtown? I've always thought that was in kind of a seedy section. So I wasn't too thrilled about going. But, Natalie and Bri were going, too, and they said I could ride with them. 'Nothing's going to happen, Sharon,' they told me. 'We're just going to drink,' said Bri. And then she grinned this wicked grin at me, winked, and said, 'Hey, maybe we can get Nattie laid!' "
We're always kidding Nattie like that. She is so beautiful, with such a killer body. Yet she doesn't seem to get hooked up with anybody," Sharon said.
"O.K. Go on," said Jen. It must have gotten hotter in here, she thought. She could feel beads of sweat running down the middle of her back.
"So we went in Bri's car and all the time Nattie's going on about how crappy things are with her supervisor now, but that there's this cute UPS guy that comes almost every day about 10:00 -"
"Sharon," Jen said sternly. "I don't want to hear about Nattie's personal work history. Tell me the good stuff! What happened after you got there?"
"O.K." Sharon replied. "So we got there and it was pretty crowded, but it wasn't stinky. They must have banned smoking there. We looked around and found the people from work. They had a couple of tables, so we all went over and sat down. We ordered drinks, they came, we talked and drank, we ordered some more. After a while some of the group got up to dance. Then I noticed this kinda' tall, dark-complexioned guy at the bar. He looked at me and caught my eye. All of a sudden, for some reason I couldn't look away. He held my gaze while he got up and started walking toward me. When he got to our table he just held his hand out, inviting me to dance."
I stood up and took hold of his hand. The first thing I noticed was that his fingers felt like steel. He gently guided me onto the dance floor and instead of dancing three feet apart, he held me next to him. He led me through the first dance perfectly. It was a fast dance and we just breezed through it although I don't know how since he was holding me close all the time. He had his leg between mine and, of course, my leg was between his and the closeness was electric. I think I could feel his half-hard cock through his pants and its size was scary! I was pushing my tits against him as much as I could, but there was no indication from him that he could even feel them."
"Oh, my god!" said Jen. "You mean you were doing this right there on the dance floor?" Jen could feel herself getting wet and she rubbed her legs together.
"Well, it wasn't like it was real obvious," Sharon responded. "But we were close together and my pussy kept rubbing on his thigh."
"Oh, Jesus..." Jen replied. She shifted in her chair and absent mindedly began to rub her left breast with her right hand. "Go on, go on," she encouraged.
"He wouldn't let me loose between dances. He kept me next to him. We talked some when the music stopped, but you know how those places are - there isn't a lot of dead time, the music keeps on and on. After about four songs wrapped up in his arms - god, he was solid - and feeling his body heat, I was ready for a break. He suggested we rest for a while, and then led me not back to my table, but to the stand-up bar along the side toward the back. I didn't realize it before, but this stand-up bar takes a couple of right angles toward the back and there's this one section where you can stand at the bar and still be facing the dance floor. The lighting was dim back there, but he put me against the bar and stood behind me. A bartender came over right away and my dance partner - that's all he was, you know - ordered two drinks. The bartender left and I was resting with my elbows on the bar, when - You're not going to believe this, Jen! I still don't believe it myself..." She paused.
"Oh, my god, Sharon, you don't mean -" responded Jen.
"Yes, I do mean! Before I knew it, he had my skirt up, had pulled my panties to the side and was fucking me! I must have been really wet and ready, because I hardly realized what he was doing until it happened. I almost fainted! It was like an I-beam in my pussy! He was as hard as steel and he leaned forward and whispered loudly - it had to be loud to be above the music - and said, "Hey, baby, just go with the flow." I could hardly breathe. I have never felt something so spontaneous and breathtaking. He pushed in about five times and I came! My knees went weak and I felt his arm around me holding me up. I was almost about to lose consciousness -"
"Stop!" Jen said, clearly agitated. "Let's get out of here right now. You pay the bill. Here's ten bucks for my part. You drive. I'm going to the restroom and I'll meet you out front."
"But what about your car?" Sharon asked.
"You drive, damn it," Jen responded with no doubt in her assertiveness.
"O.K., O.K.," Sharon replied, hesitant to question Jen any more.
Jen immediately got up and headed to the restroom. Sharon got up, went to the register, and paid their check. Then she went to the front door and waited for Jen. She didn't have to wait long as she saw Jen walking toward her a little faster than normal.
"Let's go," Jen demanded when she got to Sharon. They left the restaurant and walked to Sharon's car parked around the corner. Sharon remotely unlocked the doors and she and Jen got in.
"Where are we -" Sharon began.
"Just drive. Just fucking drive!" Jen replied.
"O.K." Sharon said, confused about what was bothering Jen. She pulled out into traffic and looked over at Jen. She was looking straight ahead and had a faraway look in her eyes. Both her hands were rubbing her skirt on the tops of her thighs.
Without looking at her, Jen said, "Get on the expressway."
In five minutes they were driving through the city at 55 miles an hour.
