I flew into New York to meet with several clients. After a very long day, I agreed to meet an older client for some drinks at my hotel bar, which had a small dance floor. Before I get to the story, let me tell you about myself. I am 47 years old, married with 2 older kids, 6'2" 220 lbs. (trying to stay in shape)
I walked into the bar, and my client (Pete-who is 55) wasn't there. I sat at the bar for a few minutes. He came walking in, but not alone. With him was a lady wearing a revealing short dress. I couldn't take my eyes off her cleavage! After what seemed to be minutes, I tried my best to be professional, not wanting to offend him. He told me this was Geri, his wife. I shook her hand politely (being sure to make eye contact). She was maybe 50, a bit of a bigger girl, but was so sexy. She had that sexy air about her. Her short, tight dress made me want to grab her ass. Her breasts were awesome size, maybe 38DD?? Needless to say, I was smitten with her. I would have to be careful tonight!
All that was available was a small booth in the corner, so we managed to fit in there, with Dani in the middle. Our legs briefly touched and my cock stirred. Easy boy, I thought. We ordered drinks, made small talk and simply got to know each other. Geri was drinking white wine. I noticed that Gerry kept topping off her glass when she wasn't looking. The music got a little louder, so we had to lean in to talk to each other. This didn't help my erection, as Geri would lean over and could look right down at her barely covered tits. Pete kept rubbing her shoulders and I could see that it was getting her excited. She would close her eyes briefly and I thought I heard a slight moan. Damn! I needed to get back to my room and jack off!
When a certain song came on (I can't remember which one as I had other things on my mind), Geri opened her eyes, perked up and told Pete she loved this song and wanted to dance. Pete said he was tired. Maybe I wanted to dance with her. I politely declined, but Geri insisted. I quick adjusted my hard on and we went to the dance floor. Geri sure could dance! She was shaking what she had!! After the song ended, a slow song came on. I went to walk off the floor, but she grabbed my arm and said she wanted one more song. I noticed a slight slur in her words. The wine must be working.
We danced slowly. She put her arms around my neck and I put mine around her waist. As the song went on, she rested her head on my shoulders and my hands slipped a little lower, brushing her ass. I heard her moan. I gave her ass a squeeze, knowing it was wrong, but overpowered by her sexiness. She thrust her hips into my crotch, pushing against my very hard cock. I could feel those wonderful breasts against me. Damn, I wanted to see them! But this was way out of bounds!
