I went out to a club. It was the first time in years, first time since the breakup. I got to the bar, ordered a rum and Coke, no ice. I turned and leaned on the bar, watching everyone, drawing it all in. I started feeling out of place. At 37, you apparently don't go to a club. As old as I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off of the women in this place. Their eyes, drawing in the attention of every man and most of the women they glance at. The lips, shining with the shimmering lip gloss. The swell of their breasts in their tight shirts, drawing down to their tight stomachs. The flare in their hips, the curve of their ass, all accentuated by the skirts flowing across them while on the dance floor.
I kept staring, rolling the straw in my drink. As I finish the drink, I turn to place it on the bar when my arm is hit knocking the empty glass down. I turn around to see who hit me knowing that I know no one here. As I turned I saw her. She was about 2" shorter than me, with light brown hair down to her shoulders. She was pretty, about 23, with mesmerizing eyes and a beautiful smile. She wasn't skinny or fat, ample and voluptuous. She wasn't wearing the skirts and tight shirts the majority of the women were wearing. A top and blue jeans, which looked nice on her. I couldn't help but think that the simple outfit made her prettier than if she wore the skirt.
She placed her hand on my arm and said something to me. I leaned toward her, trying to hear her over the loud music coming from the speakers.
"I said I'm sorry I spilled your drink, I didn't mean to."
I smiled at her, "You're telling me you don't run around knocking drinks out of old guys hands?"
"Umm, no, not tonight," she laughed, "and you're not old. Just... experienced."
"You have no idea," I said, winking at her, "but I probably look old enough...."
"To be my dad? Why do guys always say that? Don't y'all think if I had an issue with age, I'd let you know?" She asked.
"Fair enough, in that case, can I get you a drink? It's the least I could do for you hitting me," I smirked.
"Contributing to the delinquency of a minor now?" She laughed.
We had a couple drinks, standing at the bar, talking about ourselves. Me explaining the feeling of being out of place. She was telling me about the challenges of trying to have a good time nowadays, not looking for anything specific but not wanting to deal with the drunk guys her age. We had fun talking, the young girl trying to have fun without a drunk guy, and the old man having an enjoyable conversation with a beautiful woman.
A few drinks, turned into a few more. The 10 minute conversation turned into an hour. Smiling and laughing, telling jokes filled with inappropriate innuendos.
After awhile, a song came on. A decent song that I actually knew. "I know this song, finally," I laughed.
"Good, because I love this song," she winked.
She took a step back and started swaying her hips, gliding to the rhythm. Each move she made, every curve drew my stare. I followed her body up, looking into her eyes, catching her stare. She smiled at me, lowered her eyes and stepped towards me. I placed my hand on her hip and slid it around to the top of the curve of her ass, pulling her in closer to me. We were moving in one motion, with our foreheads together, staring at each other. The perspiration began to form across our bodies. The undeniable heat in the club. She licked her lips, pushed her hips forward, and slowly started grinding against my crotch. I pushed back into her, pressing my hard cock against her, showing her the results of her moves.
She lifted her head up and pressed her sweet lips to mine. I returned, sliding my tongue into her water mouth. We kissed for a while, grinding to the song. We were alone in the crowd, just us. I began to smile as I slid my other hand around her waist, moved it lower and grabbed her ass. She quit kissing me and leaned toward my ear.
"You have me so wet right now. I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me."
I turned my head and placed my mouth on her neck, right below the ear. She started saying something, I either didn't hear or didn't care at the time.
"Oh shit, feel me, please touch me."
I slid my hand into the back of her pants, moving my finger gently inside her panties, between her cheeks, and started playing with her delicate hole.