Her sister Irma was concerned about her being alone tonight, but Lily wasn't planning to be alone.
Lily desperately needed cock this evening. The craving took a hold of her all the sudden, and she decided to stop sulking and mourning and head out on the prowl.
Go and get fucked, Lily Larkin!
At a nightclub she hadn't been to in years, she found her prey—two lovely young men in white dress shirts swaggering about the club. No doubt they were here hunting for ditzy chicks in their twenties. There were plenty of those in tight jeans or tight minidresses. Her baggy jeans may not have been the sexiest outfit, but the form-fitting black sweater gave her bouncing breasts an inviting silhouette. The boys zeroed in on her as she danced in her black gladiator sandals. They couldn't resist a buxom MILF like her, all alone and unprotected by other girlfriends, ready and willing to drink and dance.
Ooh, come and get it, boys, she thought.
She was in heaven. Music was pounding her brain keeping the stress out. Lights were flashing everywhere. And two boys with heavy erections were grinding up on her as they danced on the dance floor in a sexy sandwich.
Lance was in front, staring at her chest, but he was only touching her waist, her shoulders, her arms.
She was bolder, putting her hands on his chest and sliding down to his erection to squeeze it before throwing her arms up in the air again.
Ray was behind, his hands on her hips, keeping his erection locked against her ass, dancing in unison with her and yelling, "Fuck yeah!"
Lance was running his fingers through her hair and staring at her lips like he wanted to eat her up.
She licked her lips and got closer to him, teasing a kiss before pulling back and whipping her hair around to the music.
Ray wasn't dancing as much as he was dry humping her right on the dance floor and panting in her ear.
She pushed them away, turned around, spread her feet, and started twerking her ass, a little trick she had picked up watching young girls online. Lance cheered, shaking his head at this woman's ass. Ray adjusted his pants and started clapping to the music, cheering her on with what sounded like "Yeah, bitch."
Bent over, she held on to Ray's waist, while letting Lance have a turn grinding up to her ass. She got carried away, bouncing her butt against him faster and faster and harder until she pushed him into other patrons and nearly fell herself. Ray caught her. They left the dance floor, laughing at themselves.
And then she invited them to her place.
"Just a little, I don't know, nightcap, okay, guys?" she said playfully as she sat between them in the back of a cab.
"Aw, yes, ma'am," Ray said, squirming excitedly, looking out the window with a giddy expression on his face.
Lance was more romantic with an arm round the woman's shoulders and kissing her cheek.
"But we're hungry," Lance whispered in her ear.
"Ooh," she said. "I'll make you a little something."
"And horny," he added kissing her neck.
"Down, boy," she said. She looked at his needy lips and gave them a kiss.
"Fuck, yeah," Ray said watching them. "Horny bitch."
"Is he referring to me?" she asked Lance, who shrugged apologetically.
"Oh, sorry," Ray said.
"Come here, dickhead," she said to Ray.
Ray turned quickly to get his kiss, too. "Fuck," he said after. "Yeah!"
It was perhaps a reckless, dangerous move bringing two men she just met up to the condo, but Lily did it. It was past midnight, so no nosy neighbors would see her and judge.
She took a moment in the washroom to freshen up—and to stare at herself in the mirror, wonder what the hell she was doing, and then praise herself for doing something this crazy.
No one to hold you back anymore, Lily, she said to herself.
She was a little uncertain when she approached the guys, Lance sitting on her sofa and Ray on the sofa's armrest.
"Who's the guy in these pictures?" Lance asked, looking around the living room.
"The husband?" Ray teased.
"That's Charles," she said with a heavy sigh.
"He's not coming back any time soon, is he?" Lance asked.
"Nope," she said quickly. "No worries there."
"Divorced?" Ray asked.
She changed the subject. "So, we could eat a little something, get some drinks, and, uh, I could make something, or order in..."
Lance reached over to her. She stopped talking. He hooked a finger in one of the belt loops of her baggy jeans and pulled her closer. She bit her lips excitedly and stumbled towards him until she was standing between his legs.
"Sorry," Lily said. "We, I mean, I usually just drink a little tea and listen to classical music and go to sleep..."
"Not tonight," Ray said, eyeing her with evil eyes.
She chuckled nervously at him but turned her attention back to Lance, whose bold fingers played with the buttons of her pants.
"I loved seeing you dance," Lance said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
So, she started moving her hips, rolling to imaginary music. She bit her lip again and ran her fingers up to her hair.
Stripper moves, she thought.
Lance kept his hands on her hips as she danced for him. She turned around and rolled her ass at him. She squatted down and brushed past him on her way back up. She fondled herself as she moved. She put her hands on Lance's thighs and swung her hair back before bringing her face close to his.
Grab me, grab me.
Lance ran his fingers through her hair to kiss her.
She moved back.
He kept a fistful of her hair and pulled her back to him.
Kiss.
She stood up and rocked to the music in her head. Lance opened her pants and started sliding them down.
It's happening!
"Fuck, yeah," Ray muttered.
Thighs exposed. Knees. Pants were around her ankles now. Lance lifted her sweater. Pink panties exposed. Like a gentleman, Lance held her hand while she pulled her sandaled feet out of her pants.
She straddled him on the sofa.
"Take your shirt off," she commanded him.
He complied quickly.
