As she sat down my girlfriend Sandy said, "That old codger is sure eyeballing you!"
"Who? Where?"
"Over there." She nodded her head toward a table where three males and a female were sitting. As none of them were looking at us, I had a chance to study them. The three males seemed to be a grandfather, son and grandson because of their similar appearance, with the female being the son's wife. "He's been looking at us ever since you came in."
If my girlfriends, Sandy and Susie, and I do not have dates, and quite often when we do, we usually meet on Friday and Saturday nights at the Corral, a country and western dance place. If we end up by ourselves at the end of the night, much more often than not, we adjourn to one of our apartments for a little girl-girl fun.
My ex-boyfriend had been transferred out of town by his job about two months prior to that particular night. Both Sandy and Susie had dates.
Sandy, five feet tall barefooted, is a voluptuous blonde. If I had her proportions, I would probably weigh over three hundred fifty pounds. Susie, a redhead, is six inches taller with similar curves. In my white boots I am over six feet, with thirty-eight inch hips, twenty-eight inch waist, and use a C cup when I wear a bra.
That night I had on a red mid-thigh length skirt which was snug at the hips with a flared bottom. My bikini panties were flesh colored so when my skirt billowed it would appear as if I was nude. My multi-colored blouse had an elastic draw string at the top, so it could be worn up, on top of my shoulders where it barely covered the bottoms of my braless breasts, or pulled down so my shoulders were bare and some cleavage could be exposed. Either way, my midriff was bare showing my belly-button. A hot outfit, I think.
Sandy continued, "He was still watching you when we were dancing."
The old codger looked our way and as our eyes met, he smiled but did not look away. I smiled back. Susie returned to our table, talking, and I did not pay any attention to their table for a while.
Sandy and Susie were on the dance floor when I looked up to see Asshole Bob crossing the room toward me. I had gone out with Bob twice, the second time because I knew I must have been mistaken in my opinion of him the first time. I was not. He was even more obnoxious and pushy the second time, God's gift to women, how could anyone refuse him.
At the same time the old codger was approaching my table with an empty pitcher in his hand, obviously going to the bar for a refill. Stopping him with a smile, I asked, "Would you like to dance this one with me?" Hopefully this would deflect Bob.
"Why certainly, lil' lady." the old codger replied. I was pleased as I stood and had to look up into his eyes. He had to be over six feet five inches in his boots, and lean in build.
On the dance floor he put his hand on my hip, removed it, placed it there again. Apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to miss your bare skin."
Impudently I told him. "If I didn't want my bare skin touched, I would have worn a different blouse."
He laughed and we started dancing but he did not pull me tight against him. He maintained a polite distance between our bodies. Surprisingly, he did not move his hand to rub my bare skin or try to grope me. It was a very refreshing change from the usual dance partner. He also did not chat me up to try to impress me.
About midway through the dance he did a little intricate step. We both smiled as I followed him, and our steps for the rest of the dance were a little more complicated than a simple two-step. I was surprised when I heard myself say, "I enjoyed that!" when the dance was over. Why encourage him?
"It was my pleasure, lil' lady." he replied as we turned to leave the dance floor. Asshole Bob was still standing by my table, so I asked the old codger, "Would you like to dance the next one?"
"If it's slow. I like to watch some of the new fancy dances, but my feet don't always move right. I just do the two-steps and waltzes, maybe a little jitter-bug once in a while." It was another slow dance.
He again did not pull me tight so I moved into him until my breasts were against his chest and our thighs would touch as we moved. As we danced our heads touched and remained together. He chuckled and spoke into my ear, "Even if Ann put you up to this, I'm enjoying it."
I pulled back so I could look at him. "Ann?"
"My daughter-in-law. She's always trying to fix me up, but normally not with someone as young and as pretty as you are. You could be my granddaughter."
"I'm twenty four."
"Well, I could still be your granddad. Yesterday was my grandson's and my birthday. I'm sixty one and he's twenty one, so we're out tonight celebrating. Ron's girl has the flu, so she couldn't join us."
"Your wife?"
"She died five years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm about over it, but it's been tough."
"The reason I asked you to dance was to avoid Asshole Bob. He was on his way over, and I didn't want the hassle. I shouldn't have asked you, but I'm glad I did." Why did I tell him that?
"Asshole Bob?", came with a chuckle.
"Yeah. He's a royal pain." We both laughed. I looked at my table but Bob was gone. As the song ended the band segued into a fast number and the old codger and I left the floor.
"I'm glad you asked, too, and always glad to be of service to a pretty lil' lady. Thanks."
"I'd like to dance again." I surprised myself again. I'm just full of surprises tonight. Normally, someone this old I would avoid like I try to avoid Asshole Bob.
I went over two other times during the night to dance with the old codger. Sandy and Susie really gave me a hard time. What's the opposite of robbing the cradle?
