The Night We Met

The following story is based on real events. To be perfectly honest, I may have embellished some of the details to make the story more erotic, interesting, fun and intense to read. I hope you enjoy and like reading my story as much as I did writing it for you.

This story involves only adults 18 and over. The bar this story takes place at, requires patrons to be 21 to enter. I'm pretty sure there may have been people under 21 at the bar, but not that I was able to tell as I am to old for them to interact with me.

My girlfriend of over two years decided to leave me alone to make a trip back home to visit family for the weekend. My week went pretty much as usual and when the weekend came, I was there to see her off. I created a travel bag of goodies filled with her favorite items for the drive. She gave me a kiss, a hug and told me not to pickup any strange women while she was away. As she drove away, her parting words hung heavy on my mind. We had been together for a few years and I'd never met any strange women, and certainly had not ever gone looking for them. To my knowledge (perhaps I was wrong) she hadn't either...

As I got in my car to drive home, I couldn't get my mind off the words and what she had said. I'm not a jealous guy, but something told me she was going back home to visit more than just family. Only the cheater would accuse the innocent of cheating.

When I got home I turned on the TV to distract me and my thoughts. I flipped through channels to see what was on and of interest. Nothing really looked like it would do until I came across a program called of all things, "Cheaters". I watched for a little bit and that's when it hit me. The show featured a woman who lived with a guy and was cheating on him with a another guy.

My heart sunk as I recognized many of the same things that I had noticed in my girlfriend these past weeks, maybe months. I wasn't really sure. I suddenly realized that she had been doing almost the same exact things I was watching this lady on TV do to her boyfriend. Her phone would ring and she'd get up and go to the other room to talk to the person calling. When she came back, it was always, "that was my mom... sister... etc. She would make excuses about working late. Cancel our plans at the last minute. It was almost like I was watching a TV show about our life. My heart sank as the realization of what she was doing hit home. How could I have missed the signs. Everything was there the whole time. I guess when you Love someone you don't want to acknowledge what your heat knows.

Being a single (never married) bachelor for many years, I knew what I had to do. Although my heart and deepest feelings for her, didn't want me to. My heart was so full of Love for this woman. How? Why?

After some time passed and the shock wore off, I decided to call her to make sure she had made it to her destination ok. I picked up the phone and dialed... her mother answered the phone and we exchanged pleasantries. When I asked to speak to her daughter, there was a pause and I could hear the surprise in her voice. She hadn't seen her and thought she was with me at home this weekend. That's when I knew for sure. Everything I didn't want to believe. The fear and pain were real. It was over. We were over.

The more I thought about the events of the day, the more it hurt. Then it happened, in an instant, all of those feelings, pain and thoughts of sorrow turned to anger.

I really wanted to do something, but knew it was probably better if I didn't. I've read so many accounts in the newspaper of the same thing. A person found out their Lover was cheating on them and acted on their anger. Only to have it end in tragedy. The hurt lover killing the other person and their new friend. Deep down, I knew she wasn't worth it. I didn't want to spend the next 25 years rotting in a jail cell with a 400 pound room mate named tiny.

After many more thoughts ran through my head, I knew what I had to do. Get over it. Get over her, the pain and the anger. Time to move on. Cleanse my heart.

That's when the thought hit me. Perhaps it was revenge, maybe pay back. I don't really know for sure as so many thoughts and feelings were racing through my head. Some how, some way, I felt the best and only way was to head out, celebrate being a free man again and finding somebody better. Some one worthy of me and my love I have to give.

Friday night in the big city I thought. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to go where all the beautiful ladies hung out. I showered, got dressed and hit the road to the place in town where all the single bars were. My thought was that way if one place was slow or full of guys, I could easily cross the street to another bar, looking for better odds. It had been a long while since I'd been out on the prowl. I figured that I would be rusty for sure, but the thought put a smile on my face. Out of 20-30 hot single bars in town, I was about to land in a place where the odds were mysteriously in my favor that night. I had heard other guys at bars talking about "to many dicks at the trough." More often than not, that was always my luck.

Tonight, my luck had changed. The Karma Gods were smiling upon me and dealing me a sweet hand of unbelievable luck. This place was all women. Must have been 5 or 6 women to 1. It was an oddity in favor of the guys. There were women every where. And talk about gorgeous, these ladies were beautiful. I ponied up to the bar to check out the scene for the best vantage spot. I think that I was secretly hoping that I'd run into a friend of my girlfriend's, so that she could report that she saw me out and about. I looked around the bar and tried to pick only one. A lucky lady to adorn with my attention. Trouble was, there was just so many. Trying to pick one as a target was going to be difficult. I knew, I was up to the task. There were so many, what was I going to do?

Fortunately, I had read an article in Men's magazine recently. The author had said something to the effect that when out on the prowl, looking to pickup a woman, choose the lady that was drinking wine. The beer drinking woman just wants to have fun, the ladies drinking hard liquor (think straight Tequila night) were there to drink their sorrows away. Armed with this handy tidbit of knowledge I began to observe the women more closely.

With my radar tuned in, I began to acquire possible targets. As luck would have it, the DJ played a slow dancing (Yay!) song. I sauntered over to a remarkable lady drinking white wine at a table full of beauties. She saw me coming her direction. I thought I noticed a good sign when her face lightened up and a smile grew in her eyes. As I approached her, I think she notice a "Wow" slipped out of my lips. She was even better looking up close than from across the room. As I opened my mouth to speak, she raised her left hand to show my her wedding ring. Man! Was this day ever going to end I thought to myself?

I looked at her ring and asked her if she was bragging or complaining?

Her and the other attractive ladies at her table laughed. I knew I was in. I told her I wasn't looking for wife, just someone lonely to dance with. She turned to look at her friends for their reaction. Every single one of them were nodding their heads yes. I think I even detected a little jealousy in their eyes. She took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. I even noticed a little sashay in her walk as her shapely tush moved side to side. She turned to face me (looking at my eyes for a reaction), then pulled me in close to her. I liked this married woman. The smell of her floral perfume somehow made my blood rush south. I felt a warm feeling in my pants. I leaned in closer to her to get a better smell... she held me tighter and began to rub her body against mine in time to the music. That was just the gas I needed to pour on the fire building in my pants. My natural reaction caused her to giggle as she could feel my firmness pressing back against her body. She turned toward my face, gave me a peck on the cheek and said I like you too.

I gave her hug as we swayed to the music. Each one of us pressing back against each in response. We exchanged names and the next 3 songs passed very quickly. Before I knew it, the DJ had changed to club dancing music. The floor was clearing and she reluctantly let me go. I told her that I needed to walk behind her back to the bar... if you know what I mean. She chuckled in agreeance and told me that she needed to walk behind me to hide a wet spot that had grown between her thighs. Of course always the gentleman, I walked in front of her back to her table where her friends were watching the two of us like chaperones at a catholic girl's school. I think it was about this time I realized they weren't staring not at me, but the tent in my pants their friend had created. I looked each one in the eye, smiled then winked at them. I felt so confident that I had just danced like that with a married lady.

My new friend sat carefully back down (so that her obvious wet spot was hidden by the table) with her friends at their table and I returned back to my vantage spot at the bar. I had a policy against dating married woman, so I knew it wouldn't be a long friendship, but at least maybe someone to dance with again the next round of slow songs if my radar failed to acquire a more promising target. Something I was pretty sure would happen in this environment.

I ordered another drink and resumed my scan for potential new girlfriends. I'm not sure how long I was there nursing my drink, the time past pretty quickly listening to the music. I watched girls come and go (obviously not very many guys at this place) walking through the bar, then leaving to find more promising odds at another bar across the street.

There was a group of younger girls that seemed to own the dance floor. Holding their drinks (Beer) in one hand, holding their other hand in the air, shaking their hips, butts and other particularly attractive things that jiggle. It was a real show and I was truly enjoying the view from my spot at the bar.

I started hoping to hear the DJ play a slow song again... when "she" walked in the bar.

There was two of them. One a hot blonde (obviously single) with her blouse undone down to her bra. Revealing more than one would expect. Definitely a play to say, "Hey Guys Look Here!" She had assets that filled her partially zipped blouse nicely. Her cleavage stealing every ones eyes as she walked to the bar.

Her friend, dressed casually in blue jeans, heavier set, shapely and obviously a mom. It was written all over hair, makeup and choice of style. There was something "girl next door" about her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My brain screamed MILF and a smile crossed my face at the thought. She had long beautiful brown, almost black hair. Her face was even more beautiful than her hair. Let's just say, she caught my attention. I think I was captivated. Just as our eyes were about to meet, her friend arrived at the bar and asked out loud... "Which one of you horny dicks wants to buy me a drink"

All of the guys looked at each other and then laughed. The guy standing next me announced "Bring your cute little ass over here, I'll buy you a drink darlin"

She wasted no time making a beeline for him. She scotched in next to me and I gladly slid over to allow her attractive friend to stand next to me. Her floral scent arrived just after her. I felt a shiver down my back as the smell sent little electric feelings through my body.

Her Blonde friend was now engaged with the guy next to me buying her a drink. Totally ignoring her friend. I got the feeling this was something that had played out before.

I jumped on the opportunity and turned to face her. As our eyes met for the first time, a smile came across her face, almost as big as mine. I offered to buy her a drink for exchange of her attention. She giggled, looked me deep in the eyes. I'm not sure if she was searching for something or just trying to peer deep inside of my for interest in her. What ever it was, I liked the feeling she gave me. It felt warm, caring and something I'd never felt before. I think in that moment I also sensed relief from her. Delighted that she wouldn't have to stand at the bar all night alone and ignored.

I ordered her a drink, we exchanged names and just as we started talking I heard what I had been waiting for. The DJ played another slow song.

I asked her to dance and her face lit up and she smiled at the thought of having a dance partner. I took her hand and lead her pass the table of married ladies to the dance floor. I won't swear to it, but I think my other dance partner was disappointed. I was pretty sure that our new friendship with her was over. C'est la vie.

We arrived at the dance floor and I pulled my new friend in close. Really close, so close there would not be any misunderstandings of my intentions. She tucked her head into my neck and her breath gave me chill bumps all over.

I wrapped my arms around her tighter, an held her like an old friend. We swayed to the music, we rubbed our bodies against each other and she gave me a kiss on the neck as she held me tighter. The feeling of her lips on my neck caught me off guard and I think I stiffened up a bit as a natural reaction of shock. I surely wasn't expecting that. Perhaps she was trying to tell me of her intentions for me.

She offered an apology but said she couldn't resist the smell of my cologne. I told her that her lips felt wonderful and I only reacted that way because it had been a long time since somebody had done that to me. Our eyes met and I discovered that like her, I was looking into the deepest reach of her soul. Just then her eyes teared up and she said: "me too."

I hugged her reassuringly and held her close to me once more. She tucked her beautiful face into my neck and kissed me again. This time more tenderly than any woman had ever kissed me on the neck. I felt electricity flow through my body and the blood pump directly to the area below my belt, causing a natural reaction of firmness.

We stayed on the dance floor for all three slow songs. The firmness in my pants pressing against her body. She let her hands fall to the back of my pants and she pulled me in closer and to the right so that the pressure was pushing back at her at just the right spot. She was so good (maybe practiced?) that I was at just the right angle between her thighs. Pressing against her sweet spot where I was sure the moisture must be growing. I could feel her warmth radiating through her jeans and that feeling went off in my brain that tonight was going to be a good night after all. A really good night.

The music changed back to club dancing music,We stayed on the dance floor while my excitement softened a bit (if you know what I mean). We danced together, looking each other over, checking one another out, head to toe. The smile on her face as I looked her deeply in the eyes, told me she approved of me. My wink told her that I liked her too.

We took a short break from all the dancing after a few more songs, then headed back to the bar. We shared another drink, exchanged answers to the others questions, and began learning more about each other. She told me she had a child, was going through a divorce (hadn't had sex in 2 years since she got pregnant) and was out with a co-worker (her blonde buxom friend) to blow off steam. They had gone shopping and her friend had bought her some clothes to go bar hopping. The shirt she was wearing. I told I approved and that she looked great. She told me she chickened out from wearing the skirt they purchased. It was to short and that she wasn't comfortable in it. I told her I thought that was a good choice. Hard to have fun when you're wearing something uncomfortable. The conversation changed as we watched her friend flirting with the guy who had bought her a drink. We both agreed that they must have a few drinks by now. I swear my next thought was that her co-worker was justing flirting so that she wouldn't have to buy a drink. My new friend told me that they never had to pay for a drink whenever she went out with her. Something that never happened when she went out with her married friends for a girls night out. I couldn't stop the thought of my previous dance partner and immediately felt guilty. I'm sure that table of ladies would be talking about our dancing adventure for a long time.

The music changed and we headed back to the dance floor hand in hand. Things really heated up fast I began to wonder if my no dating of married women policy had caused me to really miss out on some adult "fun" good time adventures by having that policy. I was really enjoying the feeling of us as her head tucked back into my neck. Her warm breath against my skin and her soft lips and the way they kissed me.

As we danced, I held her close again. I noticed that she had a way about her. Confident but yet somehow sad. Knowledge in the ways of men I'd never ever experienced before in a woman. It was like she had known me for years. How to touch me the way I liked as her hands explored my body. How to kiss me just right so that every hair on the back of my neck rose. Her touch was so... I don't know for sure, but I hesitant to tell you... loving. A touch so caring that I got lost in her, right there on the dance floor. Whatever she did to me, I returned to her in kind.I kissed her softly on the neck. I let my hands fall and grope her cheeks while pulling her in close. This time I made sure to move and position my tent so that it fit perfectly between her thighs. I could feel my desire and hunger for her build as we danced. She began grinding at my rising firmness reaching out wantonly for attention. She slid her hand down between my legs and began rubbing at the front regions of my pant tent in a stroking manner. I felt my wetness in my pants and I knew that this was my kind of woman. Never had I ever had a woman stroke me, or even touch me there in public, yet on a dance floor.

I had always fantasied about a woman giving me this kind of attention at a movie theatre, but had never met one. This was by far more arousing as I was surrounded by so many beautiful women that were packed in around us on the dance floor.

I was enjoying the personal attention that she was giving me, when her friend slid in by us and said it was time to leave. I felt my heart drop. Fearing that she would leave and I'd never see her again. She grabbed my hand, lead me off the dance floor and followed her friend.

As we got back closer to the bar, her friend turned and winked at her in a secret message sort of way.

I don't think her friend realized I saw the concealed wink and message it communicated to her. As we got close to the bar, the guy who had been standing next to me grabbed her friend and kissed her deeply. I looked on in amazement as he dragged her out the front door of the bar to the parking lot. My friend held my hand tighter and dragged me with her out the front door behind her co-worker and new friend.

The two of them had decided it was time to leave. So, it was time to leave. They had a brief conversation about their "plans". I was to find out that we were headed to the blonde's apartment to continue our private party together there.

My friend said something else to her friend, blew her a kiss. She returned to my side, grabbed my arm, and asked me to lead her to my car so that we could follow them to the apartment. The invitation was implied and I was not going to argue. Honestly I was so wet at this point, that if I could last more than 2 minutes naked with this beauty without exploding, I'd be really surprised.

I lead her to my car, opened the door for her and placed her in the car. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. Oh my. Wow! Was all I could think. Our first kiss. So amazing. So tender and soft, yet, breath taking at the same time. I stood (although I wanted more kisses, right there, right then) and carefully shut the car door. I made my way around the car, opened the door and literally jumped in.