Celebrating A Big Win

The car jostled as Kristen pulled off the street and into the car park, cracked paving slabs crunching beneath the tires as she reversed back into an available space. It was still early, but, she hadn't wanted her son to miss out on any of the partying and celebrations, especially given how hard he'd worked as part of the team to secure this big win. That, and she'd had a hand in booking the bar for the private party so, she wanted to make sure everything was good with the reservation. Not that she had any real doubts. It was a college bar after all, sports team's celebrating a big win were practically their specialty, but, she just couldn't help herself from getting involved.

"Come on, then. Let's go." She said, smiling over at her son as she pulled open her door, and slipped down out of the car.

"Come on?" He asked, looking startled. "Mom, please. You're not coming in, are you?"

"Of course I am!" Kristen laughed, catching her look on her son's face. "Oh, don't look at me like that! I just need to check a few things, that's all. I'll get out of here after and you can go back to being a stone-cold lacrosse winner who has no mother, I promise!"

"Sure, sure." He sighed and Kristen suppressed another laugh as he slipped out the other side of the car, shaking his head.

She slipped in beside him, putting an arm over his shoulders as they walked towards the bar, amazed at how tall he'd grown and how far up she had to reach now to do this. "You know, I still remember the days when you wouldn't go anywhere without mommy holding your hand." She teased, skipping lightly aside as he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her in horror.

"Oh my god, mom. See this, this is why you can't stay."

Kristen beamed and playfully punched him in the arm. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding." She laughed. "I promise, there won't be any embarrassing baby stories, or anything. I'm just checking the booking and I'll get out of your way." She reached over and quickly straightened his collar, then looked him in the eyes. "Seriously, joking aside, I'm proud of you, ok?"

"Mom..."

"I know! It's not cool too have loving parents, I get it. Just, I am proud, ok. Enjoy the party tonight, you've earned it." She smiled and stepped back, admiring him one last time before falling in by his side as they continued towards the bar.

"Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome." She looked askance at him as he reached to open the door for her. "Oh, hold on." She said quickly, rummaging in the front pouch of her shoulder bag. "Here."

He automatically took he little silver square she palmed across to him, staring at it uncomprehendingly for a few seconds before stuffing it into a pocket in shocked panic. "Mom, what the f-!"

"Hey, language." Kristen said beaming, enjoying all too much the blazing red embarrassment on her son's face. "I mean it. Enjoy tonight. Just, enjoy it safely, that's all. I'm too young and available to be a grandma in nine months time."

"Oh my god... Mom. You're like, a hundred and you're married!"

"I'm barely fifty and mind your own business!" Kristen laughed, ducking into the bar, looking back over her shoulder as she slipped inside, "Love you!" She didn't wait to see his response, she'd teased him enough already and, as fun as it had been, she immediately noted the rest of the team had gathered near the bar already. She wasn't so cruel as to actually embarrass him in front of his friends.

Music was already pumping inside, and Kristen felt the thrill of it firing her imagination. It was still only early afternoon but, she could feel the bass reverberating around her, feel it's allure and almost lose herself in older memories of when she'd been twenty-one. God, the dancing, the drinks, and all the guys. Not that she was exactly a shut in now of course but... she also wasn't exactly going out to college bars anymore and hooking up with hot young men either. And... she found that she really did miss that part of her life. Quite a lot. She'd give anything for another night like that, she thought amusedly as she shook it all off and kept walking.

It didn't take her long to head past the bar and find the manager in the back. A brief conversation was all it took to check everything was good for the night and the booking was all ok. Which meant... she could go home she supposed. Which was the responsible, adult thing to do. She was fifty after all and... as much she really wanted too, she didn't really belong at a college bar with a bunch of young guys... But, the idea of going home, folding the washing... making dinner... having a small glass of wine then getting into bed... Well, it was certainly the adult, responsible thing to do but it was hardly enticing.

"Hey, Miss K!" A voice suddenly called from the gathered team, drawing her attention away from her despondent thoughts as a wide smile spread across her face. Todd pressed out of the group, the team captain and one of her son's longest friends. She'd practically seen him grow up alongside her son and... while she immediately felt like a dirty old slut at the thought, she had to admit Todd had certainly grown up! He'd filled out just perfectly, looking like the absolute picture of a young, twenty-one-year-old college guy with a glorious athletic career ahead of him. He wasn't overly muscled, Kristen thought eyeing the tight pull of his shirt over his chest, but... he was toned in all the right ways to excite her...

Her husband was a well-built man, and he knew how to please her for sure... but... Todd looked utterly incredible. Tight, powerful, strong... Just like the kind of guy she used to go for when she was younger... She had to expend a conscious thought to keep from biting her bottom lip as she took him in, crushing her overactive imagination as it attempted to provide her with an idea of how it might feel to have him between her legs... thrusting... Holding her down in those big, powerful hands of his... His cum exploding inside her, making her his for the night... God, stop it stop it stop it! She admonished herself, thinking that when she got home, she was going to have to get her husband to help her with this... Forget folding the washing and everything else...

"Hey, Todd." She replied, smiling, failing to shake away the creeping sensation of sexual need as a warm tingle of excitement started to smoulder within her. It didn't help that she very easily noted him absolutely failing to check her out subtly in return, his eyes running from her legs to her chest and back down again with a hungry glance. Proving that he too was wondering exactly the same things she was. Though, she was admittedly wearing a thin, floaty dress that really was too deep in its plunge, and too short at its hem, than was strictly proper, so, it wasn't impossible to imagine that his young man's gaze was simply enjoying the sight of her female body and nothing else.. but... Either way, she enjoyed the attention, she supposed. "Great game today," she said, breaking his greedy examination of her and drawing his eyes up to her face, "well done!"

Kristen reached out and gave Todd a quick hug, excitedly feeling one of his hands questing a little too low on her back as they held each other briefly, before separating, seeing a scowl on her son' face from the other side of the bar as he noticed what was happening. Had Todd just been trying to feel her up in a bar, she thought feeling suddenly incredibly desirable.

"Thanks, Miss K, it was awesome right?" He paused, shuffling his feet a little and Kristen could almost hear the cogs turning in his young mind. She wondered what exactly he was working up to, his eyes falling to linger briefly on her chest again before snapping guiltily back up to her smiling face. "I was wondering seeing as you're here if, y'know, maybe you-?"The music was thumping and Kristen felt her head absolutely swimming as she sat at the bar opposite Todd. For the last few hours they'd been in each others company, sometimes joined by other members of the team, though, never her son. She wasn't sure where he'd gone, but, she'd last seen him with some girls his age so, she hoped he'd snuck off somewhere to have his own fun. Throughout it all, Todd had remained glued to her, hanging on her every word as they talked, flirted, and just generally hung out at the bar, drinking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Kristen did have to disappointedly admit that Todd seemed a little one dimensional for her tastes but... she couldn't deny that she had many more years of experience to work with at this sort of thing than he did, so, she refused to judge him too harshly.

Besides, she thought, eying him hungrily, while his company had been thoroughly pleasant... that wasn't entirely what she was here for. Throughout the afternoon, he'd been touching her, falteringly at first, but with increasing confidence as alcohol and her continued eagerness evidently gave him the drive to go further. She shifted a little on her bar stool, turning her body to face him more directly, opening her legs just a bit more for him as they sat, his warm hand currently resting on her bare leg. His fingers had slipped discretely under the short hem of her dress, reaching between her legs, resting dangerously close to her body, his touch sending tingling sensations up her inner thigh... and she needed more. He was so close... he'd been working up to this all night, she knew, and she'd been goading him on. A millimetre at a time, closer and closer to his prize... to the part of her she knew he really wanted to touch...

And, finally, as she giggled at a silly joke he'd told, she felt him seize his moment, his hand shifting. It was a small movement, barely any change at all and yet, it was as if he'd leaped across some wide chasm, crossing another important but defined boundary that had once existed between them. Kristen felt her breath catch, a cute little gasp slipping free as her giggle cut off abruptly. Two of Todd's fingers quested low, between her legs, brushing ever so delicately at the soft black cotton of her panties, and she had to do everything within her power to stop from grabbing his hand and pushing it further against her. She was fully aware that they were hardly in private here, and the way she was sitting was most definitely showing off her panties to anyone who wanted to look more closely but... she was past caring now. She was very comfortably buzzed after the drinks, and entirely too sexually desperate to worry about who saw her underwear.

Besides, she thought casting a very distracted gaze around the crowd. There were girls in here wearing actual outfits that showed off more skin on purpose than she was doing accidentally with Todd's hand up her dress. She sighed happily as his fingers pressed more firmly at her pussy, a little inexpertly but, to cut him some slack, the position was awkward at best... Then, suddenly, Todd locked his eyes with hers and quickly withdrew his hand, so fast that she almost staggered on her stool with the sudden removal.

"Sorry I... um... do you wanna..." Kristen couldn't help but smile at Todd's sudden embarrassment, despite the frustration at having her pleasure interrupted, wondering at what kind of guy he really was beneath all his young bravado. He certainly seemed sweeter, and more innocent than she'd expected of him. "Y'know." He nodded his head towards the dance floor, currently filled with people energetically moving to the heavy music.

"I'd love too!" Kristen replied, quickly waving down the bartender and giving him her shoulder bag to keep safe behind the bar. Smiling she then offered Todd her hand so he could pull her along, plunging into the crowd and immediately losing themselves in the throng of people. Kristen felt her thrill burn brighter as she started to move. She was hardly an expert dancer but, she knew how to move her body in ways that would make Todd wish he'd never taken his hand out from between her legs. The music surrounded her, people jostled her from every side, she felt a hand surreptitiously graze her ass, she could smell thick perfume, alcohol, a little body odour... And for a moment, she was twenty-one again too. She belonged here. This was her place, dancing for some random guy, letting him grope her hips, her waist, the side of her breast... Todd, it became immediately clear, was not a dancer at all, but... Kristen didn't care. He was funny, and his physique was amazing... soon they were both making themselves look utterly stupid together, and the laughter rolled between them free and easy, both very comfortable in each other's embrace as the music drove them on.

Until, Todd slipped behind her, giving her a daft little spin before taking hold of her hips firmly, pulling her body against his. Kristen gasped, feeling the weight of his hard cock press firmly against her ass through their clothing, and felt her own excitement ratchet to another level. She absolutely was going to feel that inside her, she decided. Not that she'd been much in doubt at this point. She'd made that decision as far back as when Todd had ordered her a second drink, making a mockery of her plan to just have one and go home in the process. So, she pressed herself against him, writhing her body and wriggling her hips as he rubbed his cock against her, his hands on her hips, her waist, then higher slipping round to cup one of her breasts directly, the first time he'd done that so far.

For a time they danced, locked in an embrace as they teased each other, rubbing, touching and groping... Todd's spare hand had gone firmly up the skirt of her dress, cupping her ass over her panties, lifting the hem to the point that her entire lower body was on display now, not that she cared. In fact... she wasn't satisfied even with that, she realised mischievously, extricating herself from his hands for a moment in order to turn and face him properly, biting her bottom lip and looking around making sure that not too many people were paying attention to them... And she shimmied her panties off completely right there on the dance floor, her heart racing with the thrill of it, thundering behind her breast as she stepped out of the plain black cotton underwear. She bent down slightly to retrieve them, before stuffing them into Todd's pant's pocket, having no pockets of her own and not wanting to just abandon them.

Without any further preamble, she pressed close to him again and almost immediately his hand was between her legs, hauling up her dress to the point that she absolutely knew she was now flashing most of her bare ass to the dance floor, if anyone was looking. His fingers grazed against her soft, smooth pussy before confidently, and a little too quickly, burying themselves between her already wet lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as her legs quivered. He lacked finesse, she found but... what he lacked in experience and deftness he made up for in almost brutal determination, and... she hoped he'd fuck with the same passion...

His fingers pressed into her, massaging a little, but evidently more interested in just being as deep inside her as possible. She yelped in discomfort as Todd slipped deeper, two fingers suddenly up to his knuckles inside her desperate pussy, sooner than she was ready for, though he didn't seem to notice. She held on for dear life as soon he was openly finger fucking her in the middle of the dance floor, aware that those around them had noticed, and many were now actively watching the show as she squirmed and struggled to stand. Despite his vigour though, she knew this couldn't continue. It was clear he wasn't going to make her cum like this, the finger fucking alone being too... rough... to really get her there and... while she was enjoying the exhibitionism a little too much, she had her limits. And so, slowly, she reached down, stalling his hand, and getting him to remove his fingers from her body, feeling the tight, wet grip of her lips aching at the sudden emptiness.

"Follow me." She whispered to him taking his wet hand in hers and leading him off the dance floor again. She knew, from the booking, that there was a currently unused private room upstairs, intended for other functions... and... she had every intention of making use of it. She couldn't wait anymore...he empty ache of her body filled her mind as Kristen dragged Todd through into the private room. She needed things to escalate in a way that she'd not felt for a long time, and quickly casting her eyes around, seeing that the room was dark, and empty was all the go-ahead she needed. In a whirlwind of lust, she dragged him towards the middle of the open room, dropping his hand as she spun around, walking backwards slowly so she could pull her dress over her head, starting at the hem and quickly shimmying it up her body, before casting it aside into the darkness.

She smiled excitedly, watching the look of extreme shock and hunger on Todd's face as he took in her body, clad only in her simple black bra and panties. But... she didn't want to stop there... Driven by his reaction she wanted to give him more. She wanted him to want her, she wanted him to know she was his tonight, that she was willing to fulfil the dreams he'd likely been having of her ever since he was old enough to experience such things. Tonight, she wanted him to know he was her king, and she was completely his. And so, with deft fingers she unhooked her bra and threw that away as well, her breasts gentling falling free of the supporting underwear as the bra hit the floor with a soft thump.

"It's ok." Kristen whispered as she pushed in close to Todd, her hand resting against his cock, already solid within his pants, and rubbing slightly over the top of his clothes. She let her boobs press against his chest, enjoying the vulnerability of her near nakedness in contrast to him. "I want you." She whispered close to his ear as she pressed herself against him tightly, feeling his hands wrap around her to grip her ass. "I want you to enjoy this..." She added, breaking away slightly and giving him a mischievous smile before slowly sinking to her knees.

"Oh, woah... hey its-" Todd started, as Kristen knelt obediently in front of him, reaching up to undo his belt buckle, metal clinking quietly as the leather slipped through.

"Shhh..." Kristen cooed, smiling as she reached inside his pants, pulling down the waist of his underwear, her heart thundering as finally her hand wrapped around the impressive girth of his cock, skin to skin. Raw, intimate... She pulled it carefully out, exposing him, any boundaries left between them crumbling fast as she beheld something that by all rights, she never should have. And... it was an impressive site certainly, she had to admit. He was no monster, but... she was going to enjoy this. Very much, she realised.

Teasingly, she started to stroke him, slowly, her hand gripping lightly as she massaged the length of his shaft. She felt the firm ridges of him, her mind desperate to know how it would feel for him to penetrate her... to push deep inside, spreading her tight around him as he used her body for his pleasure... And she almost caved in there and then, but... somehow, she managed to hold on to her self-control. She wanted to treat him first. To bring his fantasies to life before he gave her what she needed too. She felt him tense up as she worked him, a faint sticky wetness dribbling into her palm as she teased his head, making her thrill with her own excitement. She wanted to taste him... to know what his young pre-cum was like... to find out if it was different from her husband's but... There was one final thing she wanted to ensure Todd got from her...

It was a stupid thing, she knew that. Reckless, and entirely too slutty, even for her but... She couldn't get it out of her mind and, she knew Todd would enjoy it. Many times, she hoped. Still stroking his cock, she looked up at him from her knees, looking at his face in the darkness. "Have you still got your phone on you?" She whispered quietly, promisingly.