Hollywood Swingin'

I tend to attract older women. One night I went to the nightclub (not to be confused with strip club) with my boy and his girlfriend. As I was posted up on the side boppin' my head to whatever old skool jam was thumping on the speakers, my boy noticed a woman staring our way. He was convinced that her eyes were fixed on me. I thought she was checking him out since I usually didn't get that kind of attention. It turned out that she was eye ballin' me. Much to my delight, she was very attractive.

I stepped to her and introduced myself. Her name was Jean-Marie (JM). Shortly thereafter, we started dancing. From the outset, it was clear that she wanted to grind with me. I didn't back down. While we danced, she looked deeply into my eyes. I thought it was a little weird, but I went along with it. She clearly had a ton of pent up aggression raging through her body.

A couple of songs in, JM asked for my age. At the time, I was 26. After a little prodding, JM confessed that she was 42. I was the Cub, and she was the very willing Cougar. It was evident that she was a little bit older by her somewhat aged visage, but her body was tight. JM was the right kind of thick, which meant she had full thighs, a slim waist, a nice backside, plump breasts, and no visible flab.

We continued to dance. After the fourth song, JM put her hand under my shirt and began to rub my back. At that point, she began to whisper in my ear. From the corner of my eye, I could see my boy and his girl watching me. They were as shocked as I was that this dance was getting so hot on the dance floor.

After about five or six songs, I backed off. It was getting to be too much for me to handle. The combination of her hand stroking my back and the unmentionables she was whispering in my ear lead me to call a timeout. Given the very public setting we were in, I didn't want to become a spectacle for everybody else in the club. It was clear JM was ready to get it in on the dance floor. She wouldn't let me walk away.

We continued to do our thing on the floor until her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket. I backed off.

JM: What are you doing?
Me: Take your call.
JM: You aren't going anywhere.
Me: (laughing) No. Really? Take the call. I'm gonna hit the rest room.
JM: Don't worry about it. That's just my husband.
Me: Excuse me? Your husband?
JM: Yeh. Let me just text him back. Don't go anywhere. I like how you feel.
Me: You just said your husband, though..
JM: Yeh. I did. So what? He doesn't mind.
Me: What?!?
JM: I'm texting him about you as a matter of fact.
Me: That's funny. You're joking, right?
JM: Not at all. What are you doing tonight?
Me: After I leave here? Nothing. Why?
JM: He wants to watch us.