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Bodies writhed on the packed dance floor and Karen was feeling fine... very fine. Two different guys had bought drinks for her and her friends. Both had been alright looking, probably in their mid 40s, and she had had fun grinding against them. Their hands had explored perhaps too freely over her body. But when she glanced over at Jill and Tracy, they had smiled and given a thumbs up. One guy had even whispered in her ear a promise of a night of passion if she went home with him! She hadn't done that since college.
She made her way off the dance floor and looked for her friends. They were at a bend in the bar, joking with the bartender. Jill had been her best friend since their husbands began working at the same company eight years ago. She was only a few inches taller than Karen at 5'2", but a size zero that Karen envied and platinum blonde hair. Usually, she was the target of guys' flirting. Tracy on the other hand caught men's attention with her fiery red hair and 5'10" height. She had an average pear-shaped body and wore outfits that showed off her ass. Jill and Tracy had gone to Indiana together and Karen was grateful that they had included her in their friendship so readily.
She sauntered over to the two women. They turned towards her and gave a mock round of applause. She giggled and did a little curtsy.
"Well, hot mama, cool off with a drink." Tracy handed her a appletini.
Karen fanned herself and took a long pull. "It has been a good night, hasn't it?" She gave a small smile and looked down.
Jill poked her in the boob. "Don't dare become bashful now. Enjoy the moment!" She raised her own glass for a toast. "To cute men.. the drinks they buy us and the way they grind us!"
"Cheers!"
After the three girls drank, Jill turned to Karen. "Of course, I'm not going to let you get out of telling us your secret!
Karen shrugged. "I mean, I've been working out, but really... Is it close to Saint Patty's Day? It could be the luck o' the Irish!"
"I'm Irish too!" Tracy protested. "Where's my luck!"
"I'm Irish too..." drawled a masculine voice. "Does that mean I'm going to get lucky?"
Karen turned and immediately noticed to a pair of intense green eyes.
The man offered his hand to her. "My name is Connor. You?"
"Karen."
His hand was warm and firm, completely enveloping hers. He was tall, maybe a couple inches over six foot. His dark hair was slicked back, and from the stubble to the broad shoulders, he oozed masculinity. She took in the his nicely fitted black shirt and flat front gray slacks. Just the look she liked, well put together but not quite metrosexual.
"I'm Tracy and this is Jill." Connor turned to greet her friends and took a drink from his beer.
Due to the fact she was under five foot, Karen usually wasn't attracted to very tall guys but this man didn't overpower her. Instead, he seemed to be more enclosing... safe...
"Would you like to dance?" Karen nodded, but his hand was already on the small of her back, guiding her towards the dance floor. He turned back to Jill and Tracy. "What are the two of waiting for? C'mon!"
Karen turned to see her friends down their drinks and follow them back into the mass of dancing bodies.
The deep bass from trance music pounded through and the girls set up a mini circle around Connor. He smiled and put his arms around Tracy and Jill. They giggled and all started moving time to the music. Karen felt silly feeling a surge of jealousy. But Connor winked at her and then moved forward. Their hips ground together and she felt his leg scissor in between hers. Tracy and Jill pressed in on either side of her. Karen turned toward Jill. Her friend yelled out and gave her a smack on the ass, pressing Karen's crotch against Connor's leg.
A shiver of electricity jolted Karen from her groin to nipples. Karen blushed, glad that the dark lighting hid her body's reaction. She looked up and locked eyes with Connor. The way he smiled made her sure she knew the reaction he had caused. His leg pressed up against her again and she felt her own hips moved in tandem. Tracy held on to Karen's shoulder for balance, but the feeling of three bodies pressed against her caused a wave of pleasure through the housewife.
A new song amped up the beat and Tracy and Jill broke away from their foursome embrace. Karen felt Connor move back and a wave of relief coursed through her. But it was short lived. Connor grabbed her by her hips and spun the petite mother around. He then pulled her ass against his body. She reached behind her for balance and her fingers grasped on to his belt. As Connor ground against her body... she realized with a flare of embarrassment that she could feel his manhood against the small of her back. His hand moved past her hips, up the side of her breasts. She was just about to protest when they stayed where they were... hot and merely inches from her nipples. She leaned back, allowing her whole body to move with his. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the beat of the song and the connection between the body of her and this passionate man.
She released his belt and moved her arms up to encircle his neck. She turned her head and his cologne was heady and filled her senses. Then she realized his hands had moved to completely envelope her sizable breasts!
His fingers tweaked her nipples through the fabric, causing her to gasp and half open her eyes. She saw Jill and Tracy watching her with amusement on their faces.
"You go girl!" Jill yelled and then the two moved away on the dance floor leaving Karen alone with her emotions in turmoil.
"You'll stay and dance with me a little longer, won't you Karen?"
His warm breath on her hear caused her to shiver. This dance had already carried her further in flirting than she had ever gone before.
Then he spun her so she was facing him again. His firm grip on her hips allowed for no objection. She surrendered herself to the beat of music and the touches of his body. Her groin once again against his legs pushing against it with every downbeat and rewarded with tiny shivers of pleasure...
