Melissa and Mary found Carolyn just as she was headed back out to the dance floor. "It's getting late! Time for us to go!" Mary chirped. Carolyn gave each of her friends a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug, instructing them to text her when they got home safely. The two of them had to work the next morning, but Carolyn had the day off, meaning she could spend as long as she wanted at the Bank Tower Bar β an upscale bar-turned-club on Friday nights, located on the top level of the bank tower downtown.
Her look was classic and demure; the only thing suggesting the depths of her sexual hunger and confidence was the way she carried herself. She moved herself onto the dance floor, fully aware of how each movement accentuated her curvy frame. It must have been an hour later when she'd finally had enough dancing, enough fun flirting with the single men on the dance floor. She grabbed her clutch from the coat-check and headed toward the elevator. She'd thought of hooking up with some of the guys she'd danced with, but none of them seemed quite right.
Carolyn re-applied her lip-gloss and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she boarded the elevator. It was only after she'd selected the ground level button that she fully took in her company: two older men (older to the 23-year-old Carolyn was pretty subjective, but she guessed they were in their late early forties), dressed sharply, each with distinguished features. Carolyn felt a wicked thrill, realizing in an instant that these were the men she had missed on the dance floor.
She'd always found the idea of an experienced man so attractive; it was one of her favorite fantasies. She caught herself smiling at one of the men β tall, his shirt still fully buttoned, with just the edges of his short hair starting to show gray β when she noticed the corner of his mouth turn up, revealing his curiosity about her. Blushing, Carolyn glanced at the other man, this one shorter, a little more relaxed, with a handsome five o'clock shadow framing his jaw. He gave her a generous look, letting his eyes linger at Carolyn's waist and hips, where her carefully selected dress hinted at the alluring shapeliness of her body. Carolyn felt her pussy start a low, pulsing throb, and realized very suddenly what she wanted to happen. She smiled at the shier man first, and then at his shorter friend.
"Are you gentleman going home already?" she asked. She kept her voice innocent but moved her hips to square with theirs.
"Uhhh, not sure yet," stuttered the taller man, the one she was most intrigued by. She knew what she could do with his friend β he was an easy read β but the challenge lay in bringing this one along.
Carolyn looked at him intensely, locking her eyes on his and she approached the shorter man, keeping them there, even as she started to caress his tie with her fingers. "I'm not ready to call it a night," she said. "I was going home, but I'd love some company...if you'd like, you're welcome to join me. Both of you," she said.
She saw the shorter man exchange a hopeful glance with his friend. He spoke, his voice already husky from her teasing, "Yeah...it seems a bit early to call it a night. Right, Brian?"