You and I are out on a date night, and we have finished watching a movie and getting drinks and dinner, and are getting out of the mall, when we see a stage set up with live music, and people dancing to it.
We love the music, so we stand and watch it, and then you decide you want to sit down and listen some more, but you ask me to get us some water first.
I get a bottle from a vending machine, and I'm coming back, when I see a tall, older man talking to you. I stay back to watch, as he holds your hand, and then you follow him on to the dance floor, and quickly glance towards me, smiling.
I take a seat and watch as the two of you dance, both of you moving gracefully and swiftly across the floor, one of his hands clasping yours, and the other around your waist.
I can't keep my eyes off you - and realize how good you look, in your tight shirt, and your tight blue jeans, your hips shaking, and your body moving in rhythm to the music.
I get hard as i continue to watch you, jealous of the man who has you in his arms.
I see him talking to you, and you are smiling and laughing as you hear what he says.
Meanwhile, you are enjoying how this man is dancing with you, and complimenting you on your smile and your movements, you enjoy his touch and attention. You know I am watching, and that I will be jealous but also very excited. But you know I would let you do anything, and tonight, you don't want to stop until this man satisfies you in every way.
The music stops, and you sit down next to him, and text me, telling me you might be home late tonight, and that I could leave anytime I wanted.
I read that text and immediately get a hard-on, because I know you are planning to play with that man, and will come home later that night to tell me all about it.
The man you have been dancing with, just told you you made him feel like a young man again. I know you have a thing for a strong, tall old man dominating you, you flirted with him too, and he hinted that he'd love to be with you for a longer time tonight.
Another song starts, and you start dancing with him again, and he hints that he'd love to dance with you back at home, where he can play slower music. You agree, and he gives you his address, as you leave after him.
When you enter his house, parking next to his car in the driveway, he's already put on some music and has drinks ready for both of you.
Before long the two of you are drinking and dancing in his living room, sometimes moving slowly and gracefully, and then swiftly, but always close and holding each other, and looking each other in the eyes.
Now, suddenly you two find yourselves hardly moving, just standing still, all sweaty, and holding each other gently, looking at each other, when he leans in to kiss your lips, and you close your eyes to feel his hands holding you tight, and you kiss back, your tongue finding it's way in his mouth.
He is such a good kisser, you put your hands around his neck and stand on your toes as he holds you tight, and you realize he is strong and can support you well.
His hands are all over your back, and then go down to grab your ass over your jeans, and you moan softly, urging him to grab your ass with both hands, and then coming up under your shirt, to your bra strap, unhooking it in one swift motion.
He stands back as he pulls your shirt over your head, and you take off your bra for him, and he looks down at your chest.
He reaches out and cups your breasts with his large hands, and then gently holds your hard nipples between his thumb and finger and looks at you, telling you he loves your breasts.