Sitting home that evening after tutoring Willy, Mrs. Carrick wondered about several possibilities. She thought about lying in her tub and relaxing with music. Maybe just taking a shower and playing tantalizing herself, while she fantasized about some man to be intimate with. Willy brought on some internalized restless desires and that was ideal to a degree. She felt revitalized that afternoon and soon enough, as evening fell, she wanted to do something.
She called a few fellow teachers but all three were busy with their immediate families and couldn't go out. Half dressed and thinking about putting in one of fifty customized x-rated videos she was going to lie down, watch the video, and entertain herself. As she watched it she slipped off her full sized panties. She noticed it was only 6:45 in the evening.
It was early to be doing it to herself she thought, but the timing felt right. It also felt natural. Just then, her phone rang. It was Willy's number. "Why was he calling?" She put her movie on pause, turned off her vibrator, and answered her phone. He asked her what the best way, if necessary, would be to get a hold of her.
In her cheerful voice she replied, "Willy, anyway you want to 'get a hold of me' is fine by me. She intimated "get a hold of me" but he didn't notice it. "Call, email, text, or stop in if my car's in the driveway. Don't feel like you can't reach me, alright?"
He also had her business card with all her contact info on it. "Have a fun evening Willy."
She hung up, turned on her vibrator, turned on the movie, and pleasured herself. But she was still lonely and bored afterwards. She called another friend. A woman she used to tutor but that woman, who was close in age, was a lesbian. They became friends. That was it. The two frequented clubs just to dance. Mrs. Carrick called Becca Jones and the two decided to go clubbing that night.
Where Willy hung out at and where Mrs. Carrick hung out at were different spots. With 13 years difference in age, they weren't going to have the same tastes. That evening Leslie Carrick and her friend Becca Jones headed out to dance at some clubs they were familiar with. They arrived at Kickers, a place for an over 30 crowd although the crowd could draw much younger patrons usually you saw a 30 and over group only.
Many women looked forward, especially the over 30 crowds, finding some men to socialize, and hopefully dance with. Sometimes the nights were fun-filled with lots of dancing, even intimate if they were lucky enough.
Not at Kickers, it was slow so she and Becca left. They drove to a suburban nightclub that hosted a younger crowd. The crowd was anywhere from twenty one to fifty.
The place, in Leslie's opinion was ideal except for one feature. Mainly it was host to younger woman and the needs of that younger woman. A woman who had a fit body easily had the upper hand, especially if she was on the hunt. Young men unsuccessfully hit upon them and ignored the lustful desires of a woman they could meet, dance with, and develop an evening of fun and games such as Leslie.
They'd come up, talk, dance maybe with Leslie and Becca but normally it ended shortly after. She was not a young babe like most of the other females closer in age to them. Little did they know she was much more willing then the younger ones, experienced, and knowledgeable as well. She'd welcome the right man home to her place for a delightful rendezvous.
The night moved on, the music flowed well, and Leslie was having a decent time. She and Becca danced with others or they dance with themselves. They'd sit at tables of some that invited them over or sat at the bar. But as the evening progressed, Becca became bored. She wasn't interested in any men and eventually called a cab. Of course there weren't any interested prospects for Becca at these clubs.
Leslie was left to fend for herself. That disappointed her and she was about to leave. But a friend and her sister happened in. They were meeting some others. That friend, a few years younger was meeting Willy and a few of his friends. She greeted them when they saw her, made small talk, however Leslie decided to leave.
Dropping her keys on the floor and unaware she did, she headed for her car; she finally noticed it so she turned around and went back in. By that time, she was noticeably drunk. She slurred her words some, was tipsy a bit, and was smiling at anyone who passed her by.
She knew she was drunk, so she cut herself off, and ordered herself a diet coke. Sipping it at the bar and still unaware that Willy walked in with friends she forgot that she came back in to search for her keys. She stood around smiling at everyone but soon enough figured out what she came back in for.
Finally she sobered herself up a little. She ate some bar pretzels, and began thinking straight eventually. However, she remained in a good mood; she had to find those keys. Mentioning to the barkeeper she had to have lost them inside, he sent a note up to the band and they announced it.
Not putting two and two together, Willy found them underneath the table they sat at and where Leslie Carrick was at earlier. Leslie went to the ladies room and took care of business. She was told her keys were found by a nice kid. He gave them to the manager of the club. She located the manager, retrieved the keys and as she did, Willy walked up behind her unsuspectingly to ask the manager, if the owner finally claimed them.
Recognizing the voice, she turned around with a good size smile on her twinkling face. Only because she was a little intoxicated and coming out of it did she smile like that. But she suspected from the sound of the voice, it had to be none other then that sexy young pupil, Willy.
Yes it was! She quickly thought to herself, "Ooooohh doesn't he look delicious tonight?"
Not saying anything but hi to him, he was surprised to see her. He never expected his tutor out, and about. At least he never expected to run into her, although he had given it some thought earlier that it wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Mrs. Carrick wow, this is wild! I never thought I'd see you out at a nightclub. Wow, this is really cool. I mean, uhhh yeah it's cool. So how are you? Who are you here with?"
"Hiii Willy, she said, I am good thank you very much." Smiling as she did she offer the impression she was delighted as usual, and said "Oh I'm not with anyone at this time. I was with a friend but she left earlier. The keys you found are mine. Thank you Willy, that was nice of you to look for them and turn them back in. Well I am off. I'm heading home, since I have no one to spend the evening with."
"Oh no stay Mrs. Carrick; you can hang out with us. I'd love it and I don't give a care what anyone else thinks or says. I really don't. I'd love it if you would hang out."
"Well, well Willy, that is sweet, maybe I might but I'm going to step outside and catch a bit of fresh air. I'll stop back shortly depending how I feel."
"Okay, he responded; are you sure you are okay?"
"Awww yes, I'm perfectly fine. She laid her hand on the upper left portion of his chest and said also, "That's so sweet of you to ask. Thank you Willy, thank you hon." Smiling back, he looked down quickly at her hand and was interested what she did. He wondered what his feelings were as he felt her hand on his chest.
"I'll be back, Willy and maybe I'll even dance with you? Hehehe, oops maybe you weren't even considering that. I shouldn't assume anything like that should I, hehehe."
"No, no it's cool Mrs. Carrick." Smiling and blushing he didn't think she was going too far with an offer like that. "I guess I wouldn't mind a dance or two." Somehow she lit something up within him and he was curious about dancing with his tutor.
"I'm going to take a breather and I'll be back in about 15 minutes or so, okay? Hehehe, sounds fun doesn't it? I hope so. If you aren't interested, I'll understand."
"Oh no it's cool, I'd be happy to dance with ya." He felt a twinge at the tip of his penis as if it was actually a turn on when she asked him or told him she wouldn't mind dancing. As he awaited her return, another spasm developed at the tip of his cock for some reason, and it spread a little more as impulses of arousal seemed to overtake feelings within his groin. He liked it but he didn't like the feelings either because they stemmed from the idea it was his tutor and not some female close in age.
He also wondered what others would think if they knew what he felt. If they knew he had a hard on, they wouldn't understand like Mrs. Carrick might understand. Sitting at the table with his friends, inconspicuously he slipped his hand down and grasped the half hearted bulge. He liked how it felt, however he wasn't sure if he liked why.
It had been 20 minutes and no Mrs. Carrick. He was excited, restless, and apprehensive. He wanted to dance with her to get it out of the way, but on the other hand he did want to see if dancing with her could be fun too. Dancing with an older woman, regardless if it was his tutor might give him an advantage on a more desirable level with girl's closer in age. On the other hand, they might think he wasn't able to meet girls his own age so the result being he looked elsewhere to develop a good relationship.
"I'm thinking way too far into this. They don't know or care. They are my friends, but they are going to wonder what the hell I'm doing dancing with an older woman, much less my tutor."
"Guys, I'm not really feeling good. I don't know what's wrong. I'm gonna call myself a cab, okay, and head home."
They asked if he was okay, he acted as if he wasn't, and he called for a cab. Once he was outside, he canceled it. Looking for Mrs. Carrick, he saw her standing by her Suburban. She was reconsidering going back in. She most definitely wanted to dance, but she felt she would embarrass him so she thought she'd wait a bit and see if he hopefully come and seek her out.
Fortunately he did as she suspected. They talked briefly. She felt better. He was happy she was okay and not sick as a dog, like he suspected she might be. She asked him if he'd like to go up the street to another small quieter club and have a drink and just talk. At that point she was drinking iced tea and he would have a couple of beers.
They went off to Gelf's which was a small dancing joint. It had a mid-size floor not always filled up, good local talent for bands, not too loud, and always a great mix of music. Party dancing or romantic dance, it could be found there.
Sitting back in a corner table away from the crowds the two made standard small talk. Thanks to the club's manager and the band's leader they had the place excited, including Willy and Leslie.
Getting up to dance, things began slowly as they went through typical motions on the floor. They were only getting a sense for the others dancing rhythm. Each enjoyed being with the other and dancing as well. They smiled and smiled, looked around at others, looked back at each other and chemistry was liquefying as the music rolled out.
Somehow these two enjoyed one another's presence. They enjoyed each other much more then expected and rarely did they speak while dancing. After about 10 songs, they sat down because she became a little exhausted, but her exhilarating dancing made him like being with her enormously.
