You aren't exactly sure how you ended up in this situation; this college boy pressing you against the car as you try to stand unsteadily in your five inch heels. You aren't sure how you ended up with his hand up your skirt and his tongue in your mouth. You only know that your body is responding in a way that you had not expected when the evening began. You can feel the moisture between your legs and you are sure he can feel it through your thong as you fight the urge to slide it aside and give him access to the source of that wetness. You can feel his large erection pressing against your leg as he presses against your short leather skirt that covers very little of your thigh. You can feel your hard nipples pressing against your lace bra and the thin cover up that really doesn't live up to its name. You can also feel where your body wants this to go.
It all had started innocently enough. Kim had called and you had planned a girl's night out since Bill was out at the lake, fixing up the cabin for your weekend away from the kids. You had spent the afternoon by the pool, sharing stories like friends do and drinking wine. It was unbearably hot as it had been for weeks and you were enjoying the wine and the time with Kim by the pool at her apartment complex. The small black suit you were wearing was actually more string than fabric and your body had developed a glean of sweat during the afternoon. But it was Bill's favorite and you enjoyed wearing it and thinking of the child free weekend to come. Kim even caught you absent mindedly running your fingers along the barely visible fabric covering your pussy while you were thinking about the fun to come once you got to the lake. She had to stop you since the guys across the pool were staring.
It was finally time to head out so you jumped into Kim's shower to clean up. You couldn't help but touch yourself. Your fingers roamed across your breasts, stopping to tickle your nipples. With one breast cupped in your palm, your other hand slid between your thighs and found your pussy even wetter than the water running across your back. You knew where to touch yourself and it didn't take long for your body to shudder with a release of the tension that the wine and anticipation had built up during the day.
When it was time to go, you took a quick look in the mirror. Your knew your short black skirt looked flirty, almost like a cheerleader skirt, and enjoyed the thought of the looks you would probably be getting. Your black lace bra surrounded but did not really contain your breasts. The cover up was black, but sheer enough that you bra was clearly visible through the material. You sat on the bed, realizing that your skirt was short enough that each time you did this it would flash a bit of the black thong underneath. You slipped on your favorite footwear, your 5 inch black heels. You had worn these for Bill, along with black thigh highs and nothing else, on more than one occasion and they always made you feel sexy. You stood and turned, looking in the mirror over your shoulder. Not bad for a mom of two heading out for a night on the town.
You hopped in Kim's car and headed to the Oldtown area. It was an active place, especially on Friday night. As Kim parked in the lot, you noticed the crowds on the street. It was only a short walk to the restaurant but the wait was about 30 minutes until your table was ready. You and Kim killed time at the bar, where you didn't have to pay for any of the drinks you had courtesy of various males that were trying hard to get your attention. You were finally shown to your table, where the waiter just about spilled his water pitcher as he was filling your glasses while he was busy staring into your lap at the thong that was exposed when you were seated. Kim mentioned that he seemed a bit distracted and you just smiled.
After dinner and a few more glasses of wine, you stepped out onto the street. The coolness of the night air after the warmth of the restaurant caused your nipples to become erect. You could feel them pressing against the tight material of your top. You could hear the noise of the music from the club down the street and Kim steered you both to the entrance. Being near the college, Oldtown was known for its nightclubs and the place was crowded when you entered. You found a table near the wall. It was one of the taller ones, with the stools to sit on and when you settled in you were sure that you were flashing anyone who was looking. You could barely feel any skirt against the cool leather seat of the stool. You might normally have been worried about your panties being so visible but the heat and the wine had combined to lower your inhibitions.
In no time, you two were asked to dance. The boys didn't look that much older than your two sons but you were eager to dance so readily accepted. As the music pumped through the building, you shook your body and fell into the rhythm. As your turned and spun, you partner grabbed your waist while you were facing away from him. He pulled your hips closer to his. As he pressed against you, you could feel his excitement through your skirt. He pressed harder and you bent forward, pressing back against him. The feeling changed and you knew that your skirt had ridden up your waist and that he was now pressing his slacks against the flesh of your ass. You couldn't resist the desire to tease him a bit and wiggled your behind against him before standing back up and turning to face him. You could see his stunned look of amazement and a glance down showed you what you had felt against your ass moments before. When you looked over at Kim dancing, you could see her smiling as her partner had pulled her against him with his hand caressing her ass. He started to bunch the skirt she was wearing up to her waist and as her ass became visible she reached back and lightly slapped his hand.
After an hour or so of dancing and exciting most every man in the place, you both decided to walk down the street to another club. The cool air was a welcome relief, although it was still plenty warm outside. You were both giggling and comparing notes about the aggression and sexiness of your various dance partners along with some estimates of how endowed each of them might have been. As you started to cross the street you found out there is an issue involved in trying to walk across cobblestone streets in high heels, especially after two bottles of wine and an hour of dry humping dance partners. Kim condition didn't put her in a position to help.
A small group of boys came over to ask you if you needed help. You smiled and tried to explain the problem but they seemed to already know. Once of them, you found out later his name was Nick, stepped beside you and slipped his arm around your waist. He was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes and he looked at you with a smile as he lifted you slightly. As he guided you to the sidewalk, you look beside you to see Kim supported between two young blond boys with a huge smile on her face. They had their arms around her upper back as they supported her and both had reached far enough to get a cheap feel of her breasts as they supported her.
The next club was even more crowded than the first. You ended up with the boys, standing next to the wall and talking between dances. Nick was pleasant and attentive and as you talked and he told you how beautiful and sexy you were, you had no feeling of being a mom or a wife; just of being a woman who was attractive and wanted. While Kim chose to dance with a lot of different partners, you and Nick ended up dancing most of your dances together. During the faster song, you would move and spin and smile while trying to talk over the music. During the few slow dances, Nick would wrap is arm around your waist and hold you close as you placed your head on his shoulder. You could almost here him inhaling; taking in your scent. Every so often, you could hear yourself let out a soft moan of satisfaction and feel him pull you into him tighter. When you pulled your head from his shoulder to look into his eyes, you could see his blue eyes glisten in the club lights as he stared back at you.
Time went too quickly and before you all realized it the club was making last call. After a last glass of wine, you, Kim, Kim's new companion and Nick all headed out the door toward the car lot. You found yourself holding Nick's hand, a school girl custom that felt flirty yet safe until he pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. The shiver you felt was different than anything you had felt with Bill. After a short walk, with you carrying your shoes this time, you all ended up at the car.
