Dana and her friends sat around the table after dinner, idly chatting and generally relaxing. Across the room, at another table, a group of men did much the same thing. Of all the women in Dana's group, she was the only one that was single, well, divorced, so the other ladies weren't particularly paying any serious attention to the men there, except to make a dirty joke, or comment about how well his pants fit.
As the laughs and chatter drifted past Dana's ears, her eyes made contact with one of the men at the other table. He was a nice looking guy, tall, well built, and as the evening progressed, Dana began to pay closer attention to him, just as he seemed to be doing with her. Towards the end of the night, most of the girls Dana was with had gone home to their respective husbands or boyfriends, and Dana was beginning to feel more alone then she had in a long time.
When the last two girls at Dana's table said their goodnights, Dana decided she had nothing left to lose, and did something she never imagined she would. Getting to her feet, she put her handbag over her shoulder, and looked over to the men's table. The guy was still watching her, and she could see the interest there, but it didn't seem to be enough to make him get off his ass and come and talk to her. Walking around his table, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "I am lonely, and horny as hell. I'm going home right now, and you are welcome to join me." With that, she turned and left the bar, not looking back to see if he was going to follow, because if he didn't, she was going to feel like such a fool tomorrow.
As she reached forward to place her car keys in the door and unlock it, a warm hand slid over hers and she could feel the hardness of a body behind her. She could feel the heat of his breath on the side of her neck, and she shuddered a little in both excitement and fear. What had she just done? For all she knew, she could have just invited an axe murderer back to her home. Was she out of her mind? His lips pressed softly against the side of her neck, and her body pushed her past all sense of logic and reason. She wanted someone, no, needed someone, and she could not wait any longer to have that need fulfilled.
"That was quite an invitation little Lady, are you sure you want me to follow you home?" he was giving her the opportunity to back out, and a small place in the back of her mind screamed at her to take it, but the pounding in her heart, and the dull ache between her legs soon silenced that voice.
"Not to my home, but to a place I know, and yes, I want you to." Without turning her head to look at him, she opened the door to her car and slipped into the seat. Starting the engine, she glanced to where he had been standing, but he was gone, the lights of a car a few spaces away beaming to life. Taking a deep breath, she put the car in gear, and headed towards home.
A few blocks from her house was a small roadside motel that belonged to her oldest friend, Trudy. Trudy had always told her that if she needed a room, for any reason, room twelve would always be available. Dana had used the room a few times when things started to fall apart in her marriage, but since her divorce, she'd had no use for it. Never had she thought in her wildest dreams that she would be using it for this. Picking up her cellular phone, she place a quick call to Trudy who assured her the room would be ready and waiting, and ended the call with "Way to go girl."
Dana giggled and blushed a little at her friends enthusiasm at her daring encounter, and was a little astonished her self as to how she had come by, as her friend called it, the balls to do something so daring and wild. It felt good to do something a little dangerous, but she would still be in the relatively safe vicinity of her friends help should she need it. She might have been desperate, but she wasn't completely out of her mind.
She turned the car into the parking space in front of room twelve, and the man from the bar took a park across the lot. Her heart was beating so hard that it became increasing difficult for her to catch her breath. Stepping from the car, she could see him approaching and before she could change her mind, she headed for the motel room door. As promised, it was unlocked, and she was able to open it and slip inside before he reached her.
Once inside, she felt more at ease, away from the threat of prying and curious eyes, and in the comfort of a place that was familiar to her. A few moments later, he opened the door behind her and followed her in. With a flick, he turned on the light, and Dana asked him to turn it off again. She had only just realized how self-confidant she was about the shape and size of her thighs. She had a nice figure really for a woman of her age, though thirty-two was hardly old, but she still worried that there might be something about her he might find less then appealing.
His hand lingered by the light switch for a moment, then dropped to his side. "If you don't mind, I'd like to leave it on. I have been wondering all night how you would look without that dress, and I'd really like to look at you. You're a beautiful woman. What's your name?"
Without thinking, Dana gave him her real name, and then chided herself for doing so.