Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Lonely Housewife Succumbs: 3

We talked and drank for the better part of an hour while munching on some cheese. Needless to say with the wine from earlier in the day and these Lime Rickeys I was feeling really good. Around 8:00 we left for Crickets, which was a 15 minute car ride. Once we arrived I was amazed at all of outside buzz. There were people and cars everywhere. We finally reached the Valet. The door was opened for me and as I got out of the car I couldn't help but notice the young mans eyes ogling my legs. It sent a shiver down my spine.

As we entered the event I basically noticed that this was a big dance club for the lack of a better term. In the middle was probably the largest dance floor I have ever seen. It was surrounded by tables already filled with patrons. There were three bars on the outer edge of the tables and then from what I could tell there were some roped off areas with very plush couches and arm chairs. I pulled on Emma's arm and pointed to the roped off area, "What is that and why is it roped off?" Emma replied, "VIP section. You need to know someone to get in there and right now we don't know anyone."

With that she pulled me off to the bar to get a drink. Before we even got close enough to order a drink we were accosted by a group of guys wanting to dance with us. We soon found ourselves dancing with 4 young guys. All of them trying to grind close to us. We were laughing and enjoying the attention when one of them grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back onto him. I immediately felt his hardening cock push up against my ass as he leaned down and nibbled on my ear as he told me how sexy I looked. I felt a rush of adrenaline shoot inside of me as he held onto my hips while grinding his cock into me.

I finally broke free and wagged my finger at him as if I was scolding him. He laughed, shrugged his shoulders and kept dancing. I looked over at Emma and she was sandwiched between two young studs enjoying every moment as their hands roamed her hot little body. A song slow came on and one of the guys pulled me into his arms. As much as I didn't want to dance with him I felt a certain desire to be held close. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulders as we swayed to the music. I closed my eyes and savored his arms wrapped around me. It was nice to be held like that and the alcohol made me lose track of where I was. The next thing I knew I felt one hand grabbing my ass tightly while the other one attempting to snake its way under the hem of my dress. My eyes shot wide open and as I looked up at him he lowered his lips onto mine for a kiss. He was grinding on me and pawing me as I tried to break free. Finally he let go and said, "Jeez what's with the attitude? It was just a kiss."

I turned and pushed through the crowd as I headed to the bar. Once there I found a barstool and sat up on it. I was a little self conscious as my dress rode up high showing a lot more leg than I wanted. I was definitely feeling a little awkward and needing a drink. The bartender came up and I ordered a Margarita. As I sat there with my drink I felt incredibly unsure of what to do next. I obviously didn't go with the flow while on the dance floor. Looking down onto the dance floor I noticed just about everyone was either making out, grinding into each other, groping, and just about having sex. Gosh all of sudden I felt old and out of place.

As I ordered another Margarita I once again turned my attention to the dance floor when I heard a voice from behind me, "Mrs Walker? Is that you?" I froze in terror! Oh no, how do I explain this. I slowly turned around to see a handsome young man.

He looked familiar but I couldn't quite remember where I had met him. My heart was racing as this was the scenario I was dreading. I said with a smile, "I'm sorry do I know you?"

The young man was very handsome. He had a striking combination of black hair with piercing blue eyes. He looked to be about 6' tall and very athletic. He smiled and stuck his hand out to shake mine, "Mrs Walker, I'm Scottie Miller. I live right down the street from you, well at least my parents do. I'm in my last year at the University of Michigan. I'm just home for the summer."

His handshake was firm but yet felt very electric. My body responded to his touch in a way I had not expected. He continued, "You look amazing. I can't believe you are here." My heart was racing as he continued to hold my hand while looking straight into my eyes. I felt his strength and confidence oozing through his touch. I smiled and took a deep breath before responding, "Yes, I do remember you. You have certainly changed since I last saw you. It must be at least 4 years? Maybe when you were still in High School?"

He was now softly caressing my hand as he said, "Well hopefully I've change for the better. You certainly have. I mean you look incredible. I used to have the biggest crush on you when I was younger. I always thought you were so beautiful and you still are. I think it's been almost 5 years since I last saw you."

My heart fluttered as I took another gulp of my margarita. I was definitely feeling things running through my body that I haven't felt in years. Hopefully my nervousness was not evident. I mean I'm old enough to be his mother yet I'm almost feeling like a teenager again. I tried as best to compose myself before I responded, "Scottie, thank you for your nice compliments. Please call me Andrea. Mrs Walker does not seem appropriate tonight. Can I get you a drink?" Oh my god! Seriously! Did I just offer to buy him a drink? What am I doing? I took another long swallow of my drink as he replied, "Yes I'll have what you are having but let me get them. It's the least I can do for all those years of being my secret crush." Before I could respond he quickly ordered two more margaritas and then said, "Are you here alone or with friends?"

I was now really starting to lose control. It was all I could do to not reach up and pull him into my arms. This young man had quickly made me feel so special. It had been so long since anyone had that affect on me. I smiled as I saw Scottie steal peeks at my legs. I was so caught up in the moment that I hadn't realized that we were still holding hands as we talked. I replied, "I came with my girlfriend Emma. She still somewhere out there on the dance floor. It was too much for me so I came over here to relax."

Scottie grabbed his drink and raised it and said, "To the most beautiful woman here tonight. I'm so glad I got to see you again after all these years." We clinked glasses and before I could take a drink he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I meant every word I said. You are so beautiful." Then quickly gave me a kiss on my cheek. Needless to say the sensations coursing through my body were incredible. I felt flushed and almost gasping for air. This young man was having a positive affect on my confidence so much that I said, "Would you like to dance?"