Karaoke Night

Dating when you're in your late thirties is a lot different from dating in your twenties. The expectations are different and there is a freedom to it that wasn't present twenty years ago. No, we haven't gone through menopause so pregnancy is still a worry as are sexually transmitted diseases. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the expectations surrounding sex. At twenty a girl has to worry about appearing too easy. If she sleeps with a guy on the first date, will there be a second? Probably not. If she doesn't sleep with him, how long should she wait before she does? At what point do you lose that window of opportunity and move from being a sexual candidate/girlfriend to being a friend? Y'all know what I'm talking about. You've been there.

Women who are approaching middle age aren't trying to snag a husband. We aren't looking for the father of our children, we aren't trying to find Mr. Right, and we aren't looking for a Sugar Daddy. A confident, single, middle-aged woman doesn't need a Sugar Daddy. We make our own money, we take care of our own homes, and we've raised our children. Sure, a husband to share all that with would be nice, but we aren't actively looking for that. Someone to share our free time with, someone to laugh with, someone to take to the company picnic, someone to attend a friend's wedding with, that is what we need. What do we want? We want all that and sex... preferably great sex!

The kids are grown and out of the house so we don't have to be quiet anymore. We can be the screamers we were meant to be if that's what we want. We've learned some tricks and the men in our lives get to benefit from those. And yes, older men have learned what it takes to satisfy a woman, so there are definite perks in getting older. The added bonus is we can have sex with someone who strikes our fancy and if it's good, we'll probably get to do it again! And that includes sex on the first date. We're adults who know how to play so the playing field is level.

Such were the topics of conversation amongst the group of women seated around our table as we watched the men in our lives play pool. The bar was quiet, there were only about 30 people scattered around the room. It was a typical Thursday night in a small town. It was karaoke night. They called Paula's name and we all whistled and yelled as she walked up onto the stage to give "Proud Mary" her best effort. I glanced away and caught my date, Dennis watching me. He winked and tipped his beer bottle at me as he waited for one of the other guys to finishing shooting. We hadn't been dating long and our last date had not ended in the manner we would have liked. Tonight's date was going to be much more satisfying. I watched him move around to take his shot. Dennis is over 6 feet tall so he had to duck a little to keep from hitting his head on the light above the table. When he bent down I admired the curve of his butt covered by the blue Wranglers he'd chosen to wear with his polo shirt. His hair is going gray and it gave him a distinguished look that was completely at odds with the boyish grin he displayed when he made the shot. His eyes are clear and blue and his face is a little weathered from time spent working outdoors. It's a nice face and his body is nice too. Sure, he's 54 so it isn't the hard body of his youth, but he keeps in pretty good shape so there's only a little bulge at his waist. It's the body of a mature man and I watched him, knowing I'd be seeing it naked before the night was over.

Our last date had been dinner followed by drinks and dancing here at this same bar. He had a group of friends who were going to be there so he'd invited me to be his date with the intention of joining them. We had a great time. I liked all his friends and they'd done everything they could to make me feel welcome in their little circle. We laughed and talked until after midnight. Dennis had kept his arm around me for most of the night and we'd danced a couple of slow ones, pressed up close against each other.

When it came time to leave, we had to return to the restaurant so I could get my car. We both enjoyed the dances so I was anticipating at least a kiss before we went our separate ways. Dennis parked next to my little car and undid his seatbelt.

"Do you want me to start your car so it can be warming up?"

"No, that's okay," I answered. "It isn't hard to start in the cold. It'll be fine."

I undid my own seatbelt as he slid across the seat toward me. When I looked up he used one hand to pull my head close. His lips brushed mine, softly at first, then more firmly.

"Mmmm," he murmured as his lips rubbed mine apart. He adjusted his head and I let my purse slide off my lap onto the floor so I could use the hand that wasn't trapped between us to touch his hair. I love hair, always have, always will. Sorry Bruce Willis. I just can't understand what makes a perfectly sexy man decide to ruin the look by shaving his head! My fingers splayed against the back of Dennis' head. He had lightened the pressure on my lips and I wanted it back. His were teasing me, his tongue lightly touching my lips making me want more.

His tongue slid between my lips and I immediately closed mine on it, sucking firmly. He moved it in and out a couple times, making love to my mouth, imitating the motions of consummation. His hand dropped and delved under the tail of my shirt. I felt the warmth of it caressing my midriff just under my bra as the kiss went on. My nipples were tingling in anticipation, growing longer and harder, poking against the fabric of my bra long before his hand brushed over them.

My own hand was caressing the back of his neck as his mouth continued to feast on mine, kissing and licking my lips, alternating between light kisses and firm, hungry ones. I felt coolness on my upper chest and realized he had somehow managed to undo the top two buttons of my blouse from the inside! He pushed it open and dropped his head to place small kisses on the top of my breasts. I had on a pushup bra so it didn't take much for him to push one up and out of the satiny cup. My nipples are not the flat, barely-there kind. They are light brown and definitely noticeable when erect. They were both tightly beaded and aching to be touched. One pressed firmly against my bra and the other invited Dennis to take it into his mouth.

His mouth was warm and I didn't even try to suppress the moan when he finally closed it on my quivering flesh. My hand dropped away from his head and I found my back arching as he sucked on my nipple. Before I could get used to it, he was turning his head away to sneeze. He had been coughing and sneezing and apologizing for it all night long. Now his cold was making itself known regardless of the passion building between us. He turned back to me and I guided his head back to my breast. I wanted him to continue. I was getting wet and I knew I wanted him.

He didn't tease me this time but sucked on it, long and hard. The suckling sounds filled the cab of his truck as his mouth pulled the areola inside. My head tipped back and I gave myself up to the sensation, whimpering as the pleasure seemed to connect my pussy to the tip of my breast.

He released the nipple to kiss his way back up my chest to my lips. One hand closed on my braid to hold my head still and he ravaged my lips. My hand caressed his neck and slid down over his chest. I felt the pebbled tightness of a male nipple as my fingers pressed against him. Suddenly he broke the kiss to sneeze again. It made us both laugh. He looked into my eyes and his hand reached for mine. As his lips lowered to kiss me again, he placed my hand on his upper thigh.

Either he wears boxers or no underwear at all because my hand was resting on a very solid bulge that wasn't his thigh. I moved my little finger and felt the ridge where his head meets the shaft. We both moaned. My hand cupped him and I ran it down the hard ridge to where the head was straining against the denim covering his thigh. He was so long and so hard. I felt his cock jump a little in my hand and my pussy gave an answering squeeze. I wanted to be filled with him. I wanted him inside me.

Suddenly the cab was filled with the sound of another violent sneeze. His cold refused to wait. It was going to continue to interrupt like a spoiled child who can't have its way. Regretfully, we pulled apart and I buttoned my blouse. We agreed to keep in touch and go out again once his cold passed. I have been anticipating it ever since. The heat between us that night hinted at a very enjoyable evening to come.

Their game over, the men came back to the table after signaling the bartender for another round. Dennis was determined to get me up on the stage and I'd unknowingly issued a challenge when I told him there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to induce me to get up and sing! I'd already had a couple of drinks and now there was another whiskey sour in front of me. Dennis slid into the seat next to me and put his arm around me. He pulled me close and asked if I was enjoying myself.

"Yes, I am."

We watched Paula finish her song and then it was her husband, Allan's turn. Thinking about our last date and about how solid the bulge in Dennis' pants was then had me a little bit turned on. I turned my head toward him and put my lips near his ear so he could hear me over the music. We couldn't leave yet but I wanted to raise the excitement level a little.

"You know, I remember every detail of our last date," I whispered before gently biting down on his earlobe. I soothed it with a quick lick of my tongue before I pulled my head back.

He moaned and then covered the sound with a loud cough. His eyes were hot when he looked into mine. I could see that I had awakened the tiger in him and my own excitement level raised a notch wondering what he would do. I didn't have to wait long. He pulled his arm back from around me and slid it in between my legs. He pulled so I had no choice but to scoot over closer to him.

"I like satin," he said for the benefit of those watching. I'd chosen to wear jeans with a long sleeved, pink, satin blouse. He rubbed his hand down over the fabric covering my stomach before lifting his arm back up around me. He pulled me close against his right side so my head could rest on his shoulder as we watched the performance. Allan finished and they called the name of a woman sitting at another table. As we watched her, his left hand began rubbing little circles on my thigh. His hand inched higher until it was under the tail of my shirt completely concealed from anyone who might glance our way. His fingertip began to run up and down the seam of my jeans from the bottom of the zipper to my crotch.

His touch was light, with just enough pressure to tickle the skin under the seam. Suddenly he looked me in the eyes and held my gaze as his palm opened and pressed against my lower stomach. His hand was almost cupping me with two fingers between my legs, against the upper curve of my mound. He bent his head and kissed me. As our mouths opened so our tongues could play, those two fingers began to move up and down pressing harder against the seam of my jeans. I could feel my nipples getting hard and one hand lifted to caress the back of his head. Our backs were to the wall so we could see the whole bar. Unless someone turned around and looked, we wouldn't be noticed. When we came up for air, all eyes were on the stage and no one was paying any attention. He gave me a slow smile before removing his hand from under my shirt and picking up his beer.

The song ended and Paula turned back around toward the table. She told us we were too quiet. She made a joke about us playing with each other and everyone laughed. Little did they know that was exactly what Dennis had been doing! I excused myself to use the restroom but found the door locked. I was forced to stand in the short hallway outside it waiting for whoever was inside to finish and let me in. As I waited, one of the guys playing pool smiled and tipped his beer bottle at me. He looked to be in his late thirties like me. I smiled back and wondered briefly what he was doing here all alone. His scrutiny made me feel sexy as he continued to smile at me.

My friends say I could easily pass for 35 even though I'll be 40 in a couple of months. I have two grown children so I have no illusions about looking like a model. My hair is long and I let a couple friends talk me into having it streaked. It took some getting used to but I have to admit that the few strands of gray aren't noticeable with the streaks. I'm pretty fit but having two babies takes its toll on a woman's body. My stomach isn't flat anymore and I know outside of surgery, it won't ever be again. My breasts require a decent bra to keep them where I want them and I'm not a thong fan. I simply have no patience for spending the day pulling my underwear out of my ass. I don't wear granny panties but thigh high briefs are comfortable. I couldn't begin to imagine what the fellow with the beer thought as he watched me wait for the restroom door to open.

About the time I was moving from feeling sexy to feeling uncomfortable under his watchful eyes, the door finally opened and I escaped into the confines of the bathroom. I quickly used the facilities and exited when someone else rattled the knob. The guy with the beer was at the bar with his back to me when I walked back to the table. Dennis watched me walk toward him and stood up to meet me. The bartender was on stage just beginning a slow, country song. Dennis asked if I was ready to sing. I told him he knew I wasn't so he asked about a dance instead. That I could do.

We walked onto the little dance floor and Dennis pulled me into his arms. I circled his shoulders and knew again why I like tall guys. I'm tall myself and it is so much better to be held in the arms of someone taller. My head fits better on his shoulder and I like being short enough to kiss his neck without bending down. We moved around the floor, slow dancing with the other couples. The bartender sounded pretty good. As he sang the chorus Dennis let his hands slide down my back so he was holding my hips. He pulled me up flush against him and I could feel the bulge under his zipper. It pressed solidly against my lower stomach. He took a slight step back and then pushed up against me again. His eyes held mine as our lower bodies pressed against each other.

Suddenly another couple stepped into us. Dennis swept me around out of harm's way as they apologized. He nodded his understanding at them and pulled me even closer against him. I couldn't resist kissing his neck. As we moved into the darkest part of the dance floor I opened my lips and gently scraped my teeth over the cord in his neck. My own neck is very sensitive and I was hoping he would take the hint and do the same to me. He ducked his head and put his lips against my ear. I felt the warm wetness of his tongue playing along the surface of my skin. The tip gently traced the whorls of my ear before he bit my earlobe as I'd done to his a few minutes earlier.

"Oh God," I gasped. Dennis turned his head a little and kissed me. His lips were firm against mine. His mouth opened and he brushed my tongue with his. I opened my mouth and his tongue moved all the way in. It rubbed against the surface of mine, stimulating me even further. He moved it in and out, imitating the sex act and I closed my lips to hold it still. I sucked on it briefly as his hand dropped to cover one cheek and pull me even tighter against him. I was becoming more aroused by the moment. He knew it and we were both slightly breathless when we pulled apart. Between my remembrance of our last date and the feel of his hard cock pressed against me, we could have left right then. I was that ready.

"Can you feel how hard you've made me?" he asked as his breath stirred the hair near my ear.

"Yes," I groaned back at him. We turned so his back was to the room and no one could see his hand on my ass. Our heads were side by side so we could whisper to each other without anyone else hearing. He held me against him, our feet not moving at all now.

"You know it's only ten o'clock," he continued, his hand massaging my butt and upper thigh as he kept pressing himself against me.

"We can't leave yet," I complained breathlessly as his other hand moved down to cup the other cheek.

"I'm as hard as a rock." With that he actually pulled me closer and rubbed me against his cock, thrusting his hips at me. The feeling was exquisite. The bar had long since faded away in my mind until it was just us... alone... in the dark. I was so incredibly turned on that I knew he could easily have continued and he'd have brought me to climax right there on the dance floor.

The sound of clapping snapped me back to reality. The bartender's song was finished and he was receiving a round of applause from the bar's patrons. We joined in before returning to our table. Dennis walked close behind me so no one could see his erection pushing boldly against the cloth covering it. Under cover of the table, I watched him adjust himself so it stretched down against his thigh. I wondered if it was painful. When I dropped my hand down to my lap, he took it in his and placed it on top of the bulge. I tried to hold my hand still so I wouldn't add to the discomfort but it was impossible. The heat coming from his skin had me pushing against it. I felt an answering jerk from it. Then my fingers spread and I pressed my fingertips all the way down it, shaping it, feeling the solidness of it.

He was talking to one of the other guys and drinking his beer but his eyes were on mine as I ran one finger around the corona and down over the head. It jerked against me again and became even more noticeable as it strained upwards. Slowly I cupped my hands around it and began to stroke up and down, just a couple of times because I knew we couldn't continue. His hand dropped down to cover mine and he pressed my hand down hard on himself. To anyone looking he appeared to be moving into a more comfortable position but I knew what he was doing. He held my hand in his and still looking into my eyes, he smiled before moving them both over to my lap.

We continued to talk and laugh as the clock crept ever closer to eleven. He had adjusted himself a couple of times since I quit touching him and I knew his erection was gone. Finally I began making noises about getting up early the next day for work. Dennis went outside to warm up the truck while I waited inside. The excitement I'd felt earlier was coming back. I could feel my nipples getting hard as I gathered up my coat and purse.

Dennis came back inside and sat down to get warmed up from being out in the cold. He rubbed his hands together before drinking the last of his beer. His eyes flicked down over me and seemed to stop their descent when he saw my nipples poking proudly against the front of my shirt. The bra I'd chosen for tonight was another pushup one but these cups were formed from thin lace. It just wasn't enough fabric to conceal my excitement. He stood up quickly and took my coat from me. Wrapping it around me so I could put my arms into it, he managed to keep prying eyes from seeing the evidence of my arousal.

"Are you sure you're ready to go?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I answered. "I'm ready to go home." He took my hand in his, we said our goodbyes and left the bar. He had locked the doors of the truck to keep anyone from stealing it as it sat idling in the bar's parking lot. He hurried to unlock the passenger door but didn't pull it open. Instead he turned and pulled me into his arms. I knew he planned to kiss me and when his lips descended, I raised up to meet them.

This was no tentative meeting of lips. There was nothing shy about the kiss at all. Our lips met hungrily, both of us greedy for the feel of the other. My hands pulled against his shoulders as I arched up against him. His hands pulled me tight against his hips as he backed me up against the door of his truck. He held me there with his lower body as his hands moved upwards, cupping my breasts inside my coat, making me moan into his mouth. He curled his fingers so they were almost like claws and scraped them down over my breasts. He continued the movements across the tight buds of my nipples as I whimpered uncontrollably. His hips pushed against me and I could feel how hard he was again.