As I sit in my kitchen this morning drinking a cup of black coffee, I'm trying to figure out exactly how things went as far as they did last night. I feel the need to share the story, but first a few things about me.
My name is Deb, and I am 50 years old. I married my high school sweetheart, and he is the only man I have ever been with. Well, he was anyway, until last night... I am a small woman, just 4'11" and 90 pounds soaking wet. I keep myself in very good shape with yoga classes and daily walks, and have been told I am quite attractive. My hair is blonde and shoulder length, my eyes are blue, and I have a small nose surrounded by some freckles which become more pronounced if I go out in the sun. And for a small woman, I have decent, grapefruit sized breasts that are still firm and (I think) look good on my thin frame.
I have had a very good life. My husband was very successful in business, so we wanted for little. We have two grown children, a beautiful home in a toney suburb, vacation twice a year, and drive luxury vehicles. But as I reflect this morning, something has always been missing.
Being together with the same man since we were both teenagers means we both are really sexually inexperienced. We made love less frequently as the years went by, and always the same way, with little foreplay and not much concern for my pleasure. Although I don't have anything to compare it to, I know my husband's penis is small, maybe 4" and thin. I considered this a good thing because of how small I am, but not anymore.
My husband and I went to a party at a neighbor's house last night. As I've gotten older and more quietly dissatisfied with life, I have tended to drink more, with vodka my preferred drink. When I drink I shed inhibitions, and become more daring and more a life of the party type. I like to dance and make jokes and I'll try new things when I'm drinking. I even got on a surfboard with our neighbor's son last year after a few pops, and was able to ride a wave. This is unusual behavior for me, as I am normally quite reserved, and shy to the point people think I'm standoffish. One thing I do with some men when I drink, and as I think it over it's always been attractive men, is tease them a bit. Like I'll start dancing in close front of them if a song I like comes on, and have even moved a man's hands to my butt or the sides on my breasts when we're dancing. Their reaction has always been the same, they move their hands away immediately, embarrassed that they may have touched me inappropriately. Well, they always did that until last night...
The neighbors who held the party are Chicano, and their son, 21, was home from school for the summer. His name is Carlos, and he is beautiful, with thick dark hair and jet black eyes. Carlos is a college athlete, playing football for a D1 school. He's a big kid, young man really, 6'3" and maybe 210 lbs of rock hard muscle. His shoulders are wide, his hips trim, and his chest and stomach look like they've been stamped from a mold, with rippling muscles everywhere. I have teased Carlos in the past, once putting his hands on my the sides of my breasts as he came over to congratulate me for riding a wave. Like everyone else, he drew his hands away quickly and looked chagrined.
So last night. I wore a light, form fitting sundress that came down just a few inches below my butt to the party, and it got some stares. After an hour or two, the party was raging; there were well over 100 people there. I was pretty drunk, and was at the bar where Carlos was pouring tequila shots for the guests. He had just come from the pool and was dressed just in his Da Hui bathing suit. And damn he looked good. Some of the men were talking about exercise, and they asked Carlos how many chin ups he could do. He had won a drunken chin up contest easily at a party last year, and I guess the guys were trying to see if they had a chance this year. "A few," he replied, "but if you want to find out, we can have another chin up contest tonight. $10 a rep?" They all laughed and said no fucking way.
But I spoke up. "I bet I can do chin ups," I boasted.
"Ok," Carlos responded, "we'll take you downstairs to the weight room later to try." And then he walked away.
An hour or so later, the party was still going strong but some people, including my husband, were starting to fade. He was sitting in the bar area in a big chair, and looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute. I wandered away, heading downstairs to the weight room to check out the chin up bar. I'm not sure why I went there by myself, but there are a lot of things I'm not sure of about last night. Carlos was down there, sitting on a weight bench, still shirtless.
"What are you doing down here alone?" I asked.
"I was about to take a hit off this vape," he said. "Would you like to join me?" I rarely use cannabis, but figured what the hell.
After we each had a few hits, "Smooth" by Carlos Santana came on the stereo. "I love this song," Carlos exclaimed. "I have no idea how anyone can stay still while it's on." I watched him get up and start to move around the weight room. Carlos could really dance, very erotic with loose hips and slow sexy motions. I got up to dance with him, but was out of his rhythm. He put his hands lightly on the outside of my hips and guided me.
"Slow, bonita. What's your rush? Move with me, half time."
With an evil grin, I took his hands and moved them to my ass. But unlike other times, he didn't move them. Instead, he started to massage my ass cheeks over my dress while moving my hips with him as we danced. He stepped forward with his right leg, placing it between my legs, then started to slowly grind with me. It was like a couple from Dirty Dancing, and it was so fucking erotic. I was soaked.
