My name is Clare. I am 37 years old, 5'7 with dark hair and green eyes. I am a size 12, have 34b boobs and wide hips and bum. Oh and I am also a respectable married woman.
However my respectable side sometimes has a habit of slipping a little. I am not wild but sometimes I get into scrapes.
One such scrape happened nine months ago. I was out with a group of friends. We went to a local pub on a Friday night which had a DJ some lights and a bit of a party vibe. I was dressed in a denim skirt and black halter top. It was summer so I decided to keep my legs bare.
The night was going well the drink was flowing and we were having fun. We were standing on the side of the dance area when 3 guys came over to us and started chatting. They were certainly on the prowl and trying there best lines. On guy called Tony latched on to me and was trying his best to be charming. To be honest he was not doing that well but he was quite attractive, 6' tall brown eyes, dark hair and smelled really nice. Apart from the corny lines and desperate air I liked him.
Leaning against the wall his friends trying to work their magic with my friends I suddenly felt a jolt as I felt his hand on my ass. I looked at him as he was talking, he was not even looking at me and then quickly his hand moved away. The guys went to buy us drinks and I mulled over the groping I had just received. I was normally offended by that sort of thing but the nonchalant manner was interesting.
Tony returned and passed me my drink. We continued talking but he seemed less engaged in me and was talking more with my friend. Just as I thought he had moved on, his hand was back on my ass. This time it did not move, I looked around my friends but nobody seemed to notice. I shifted my position and again his hand moved away. This was beginning to have an unexpected effect on me and I longed for his hand to come back. Tony seemed to be doing pretty well with my friend but quickly his hand was back. I turned slightly away so that it gave him a better angle and he gave me a squeeze. I was now disconnected from what was going on around me and concentrated on his hand.
Tony kept his hand there for a few minutes. Then it started to move and I thought he was taking it away but then it rested on my bare leg just below my short denim skirt. The touch of skin on skin sent a thrill through me. Clearly the fact I did not move emboldened him and his hand moved up my leg and under my skirt. I was wearing a thong and his hand met my bare ass cheek and he again cupped my ample but pert bum.
At this point I felt a crash of conscience to my husband at home and I walked away from my friends and went to the toilet. Once locked in a cubicle I started to control my breathing and cool down. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my thong before crouching to pee. Once nature had been seen too, I dried my self and became aware of how wet and sensitive I had become.
I tidied myself up and left the toilet. Outside in the corridor was Tony waiting for me. He was silent and smiling. He stepped towards me and cupped my face and started to kiss me. It was an erotic kiss and again I felt my desire raise.
I stepped back and explained quickly that I was married and could not do anything. He acted apologetic. "hey lets just go outside for a smoke and a chat then" he replied. I said yes partly just to escape his clutches and also to just try to divert my racing brain.