I was in my last year of college and I was really tired of fast food. Instead I was in the mood for bar food, the difference being both size and flavor. It was Friday night so I figured I could eat and then stick around to have a few drinks. It was a popular tavern so, as usual, I hoped against hope that I might actually meet a woman who was interested in what I had to offer. That had never happened before, but there is always a first time.
The burger was large and juicy and, with the fries, made for a filling meal. As I was finishing up, the band was setting up and getting ready to start. With an interest in music, I thought I would stay for a while to see if this band was any good or if they were just another group of 'weekenders' who undercut the prices of real musicians. Twenty minutes later I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy some serious grooving.
After about an hour, I was on my third beer and feeling very much in the mood to keep on nodding and bouncing to the music. I had seen a couple come in and sit at a nearby table. She was a beautiful woman, about thirty-five, with long brown hair, a slender figure, and legs that went 'all the way up'. In contrast, he appeared to be significantly older, with silver hair and a bit of a paunch. I had trouble picturing why they were together unless she was his daughter and he was showing her around the university. Her leg moved steadily as the band played a song with a heavy bass line indicating to me that either she was a dancer or that she liked to dance. I had noticed her turn to look at me a couple of times, but I assumed that she was looking at something behind the bar.
He stood up and walked to the waitress station beside me at the bar. He ordered two mixed drinks and stood waiting for them. He turned to me.
"Pretty good band, huh?"
"Yea, really good. That bass player is a monster.
"Hello, I'm Dennis." He extended his hand.
I took his hand, "I'm Richard, nice to meet you."
"We noticed how much the music moves you, are you a dancer?"
I laughed, "Free style at best, but I do feel the groove."
"Yes, my wife does too. I don't dance and it makes her crazy. Hey, would you like to join us at our table? You're drinking beer? Let me buy you one."
"Thank you." I was surprised and I wondered what was happening. He handed me a drink and I followed him as he carried their drinks to their table. I stood there feeling awkward as she looked up at me. She had the stare of a lioness looking at a wounded antelope.
"Honey, this is Richard. Richard, this is my wife Gloria."
I extended my hand and she took mine. "It's a pleasure to meet you Gloria, you're a beautiful lady."
"Well you know just how to start a conversation. Hello Richard, please join us."
I pulled out a chair and joined them, and the conversation started immediately. They learned that I was a senior student majoring in engineering, and I learned that Gloria had indeed wanted to become a dancer but her plans were cut short by family problems caused by an illness. She, in particular, asked me strange questions about illnesses in my family and any personal medical problems that I had experienced. I found that odd, but one glance at the way her breasts filled up the front of her blouse was enough distraction to negate those questions.
The band played a slow song and Gloria stood up and took my hand, pulling me up also. "Come dance with me."
Given her history, I was, at first, intimidated, but once she was in my arms, that quickly faded.
"I could see how you were swept up by the rhythm. That is something that we share."
"This band is very good, and that bass player, he is SO good."
"There are people who are swept up in the rhythm and people who just do not feel it. My husband, unfortunately, does not feel it." She pulled our bodies closer together. "But me, I like to feel it. Hard...driving...pulsing, it makes my blood boil." The sensuality in her voice was a new experience for me that I found exciting also. Her body felt so soft against mine and she moved in such a way that I could feel subtle contact. I could not help myself as I began to harden. I tried to hold my hips back but she crushed hers against me and I knew that she could feel my excitement.
"Now that's better, I like a hard man. A man who can please me." She stared into my eyes. "How about it Richard, do you think you can please me?"
My mouth was dry and I struggled to croak out an answer. "I very much want to do just that."
She smiled, "Then perhaps we should go somewhere where you can express your desires more freely." She took my hand, pulling me from the dance floor with the front of my pants bulging noticeably. I hurried to close up to her hoping to hide my erection. When we arrived at the table, she did not sit down, instead she spoke to her husband.
"Dennis, I think we should go." It was instantly obvious who was in charge of the relationship.
He stood up and we followed him to the door and out onto the sidewalk. The sudden cool and quiet was a sudden reality.
"Richard, would you like to come back to our place for a drink?"
"Yes, I would like that." Oh HELL yes!
"Our car is just down the street." I followed him and was startled when she took my hand. She whispered into my ear.
"We are going to have so much fun." I smiled and squeezed her hand.
We stopped at a Mercedes sedan which I knew to be an expensive car. He unlocked the doors and I climbed into the back seat. I was surprised when gloria climbed in after me and slid over beside me. Dennis closed his door and soon we were off.
"Dennis, this is a very nice car."
"Yes, it serves me well."
Gloria whispered into my ear, "Will you serve me well?"
I felt like a bumbling fool, "I certainly will try."
"Let's see." Gloria threw her leg across and settled down with her arms around my neck. Her lips pressed to mine.
HOLY JESUS! Her husband is driving and she is making out with me. My head was spinning as her lips worked against mine. Then her tongue forced my mouth open and her tongue pressed against mine. I had no idea how to react. Would her husband look in the rear-view mirror and reach for his gun? Kissing her was exciting but the potential consequences filled my head. When her hands gripped mine and pulled them to her breasts, all thoughts of consequences left my head. She felt so soft and full in my hands. Even through her clothing I could feel her hardened nipples. I was beginning to get into the making out when the car slowed and stopped. I looked up to see a garage door opening to a lighted garage. Once the door opened, the car drifted inside and the door closed. She separated from me and sat beside me, her hands now arranging her hair. She opened the door and I followed her out.
"Welcome to our home Richard."
"Thank you." I followed them up the steps, staring at her legs and her black patent leather pumps as she climbed the stairs. At the top Dennis turned on the lights in the kitchen. The bright lights hurt my eyes at first but I soon adjusted.
She immediately disappeared leaving Dennis and me in the kitchen. He was busy opening a bottle of wine when he turned to me.
"Richard, would you like another beer?"
