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The woman in the short blue dress looked at me again. This time she smiled and I smiled back quickly, my ego stroked by her attention. I lifted my drink to her and she lifted hers back, almost empty. We'd been playing this game for half an hour, catching glances at each other off and on, but her welcoming smile now spurred my confidence. I made a motion toward her and she nodded. Feeling all full of myself and convinced of her interest in me, I strolled towards her with cocksure attitude in my gait. She seemed to be alone, or at least unattached, sitting on the fringe of a group with her back to the bar. She wasn?t overtly sexual, but done up for attention for sure. Her mouth quirked in an amused grin as I approached. Highlighted brown hair swirled around her face as she adjusted her spot to make room for me next to her at the bar. Although not a stunner, she had the type of interesting good looks and and attitude that make a woman stand out as attractive. As I closed the distance to her I thought her face sported more makeup than she needed or usually wore; dark eyeliner, deep red lipstick. I'd already assessed the rest of her from across the room. The royal blue dress deliciously gripped her fuller curves, exposing the one knee and sculptured calf that dangled casually over the other. Perhaps too short for her legs, but the expanse of thigh was exhilarating, and the tight top accented a full chest of rounded flesh with more than a little cleavage showing. A hint of alert nipple peeked through the color in the dim lights of the club. A very well-put-together lady. As I sidled up to her, she upended her glass, finished her drink and smiled politely as she placed the empty vessel on the bar. I motioned to the bartender to refill her. "Well, hello," I smirked, extending a hand as we waited for her drink. "Martin. My friends call me Marty." Her mouth quirked again, as if she held a secret joke inside that she couldn't share. She took my hand in that soft way that women have, her palm kind of facing down over mine. "Cindy," she said with a narrowed eye. "My friends call me Cindy." I nodded my head at her quip. "Nice to finally meet you, Marty," she said as her drink arrived. I dropped a twenty on the bar. "You've been staring at me for a while, now. I didn't think you're ever come over." I studied her face more closely now and saw she was older than she'd appeared from across the room, mid-thirties my guess, about ten years older than me. She smiled that smile again and I found I didn't care. "I thought it was you, staring at me," I returned, clinking her glass. Her soft chuckle was lost in the ambient noise. "Yeah, maybe," she confessed, and sipped, looking over her glass at me. "You here with friends?" "Supposed to be," I related. "They're late. Or I'm way early." "Mm hmm." She took another, longer sip. I finished mine, and motioned for another, slipping another bill on top of my change. "What about you?" I asked. "You here with anyone?" I motioned casually to the group of men and bahçesehir escort women near her, trying to appear clever and intuitive. "Some friends," she acknowledged. "I've never seen you here before." "I've never been here before. You a regular?" "Somewhat," I admitted. "Seems like a nice place, fun," she trailed off. "Nice looking crowd." She cocked an amused eye at me. "You get a lot of action here?" My surprised look gave me away. "Come on, young guy like you?" She motioned at the crowd with her glass. "All this," she continued, as though that explained a lot. I felt a blush and forced a sheepish smile. "Sometimes," I smirked. "They're not as attractive as you," I tried. "Oh slick, Martin," she answered with amusement. "Well done. Use that line work often?" "I dunno, I never used it before," I confessed with a smile. "But it's true." "Well, thank you," she said with a practiced nod that told me she had heard it enough to be comfortable with the compliment. I started to worry that I was blowing it when she suddenly stood and grabbed my arm. "Let's dance." I reevaluated my chances as she led me to the crowded floor. She seemed to take no notice of the milling crowd. As she made a beeline for the swarm of bumping dancers, the crowd seemed to part before her. Reaching the fringe of moving bodies, she made a space and turned to me with a look that requested my approval. The song playing was the current hot radio tune, easy to dance to and not too fast. I slipped an arm to her waist but she slipped away, beginning her moves a foot away from me. I mimicked her rhythm and she smirked again. I was beginning to like that expression, for all the things it might mean. After seeing me move for a few more minutes, she allowed our bodies to brush, then touch. I tried the hand again and this time she allowed it to settle at her waist. After a few sways with my hand resting on her shifting hip, I screwed up the courage to pull her closer, pressing our pelvises together, but off center. She shifted, fixing the alignment. I smiled at her and she smiled back. As she casually pressed herself against me I leaned back, one of my legs halfway between hers, moving together. I looked at her face and her eyes narrowed. I made a show of looking down her body, caressing her with my eyes. I noticed her nipples had graduated from timid poking too glaringly obvious. I raised an eyebrow and looked back into her face and gave her an approving nod. She returned it, then cocked her head. I pulled myself back up against her so her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest as we swayed to the beat. I leaned into her ear and my other hand circled to her lower back, pulling her in. "You dance well," I said into her neck, trying to be heard. "This isn't dancing," she laughed, then grabbed the hand on her hip and spun her frame, pulling my arm around her waist. She tugged my other hand tight with it and pushed her ass into my crotch as she held my arms around her, like I needed guidance. beylikdüzü bayan escort I moved with her, feeling her cheeks lift and fall as she shifted her hips, and noticed some activity below my belt. I gritted my teeth, hoping she might not feel it. She turned her head over her shoulder to regard me, and swirled her ass in a circle against my waking member. I guessed she did notice, but wasn't upset. All right, then . I pushed harder against her and she laughed and spun around again, facing me and throwing her arms over my shoulders with a brighter, lighter giggle. This wasn't like the girls my age, who pretended nothing was going on. I laughed with her and pumped my hips forward as we swayed and glided together, my semi obvious to us both as it pressed between our bodies. Another song had started and she stopped, cocked her head and wrinkled her nose. I didn't know the song. She shook her head and took my arm, dragging me off the floor. I trailed after her again, this time watching the sweet movement of her ass as she led me back to the bar. Someone had slipped into our spot at the bar, but she reached boldly between them, grabbed our drinks and handed mine to me. We stood outside the people who ignored us. She sipped, then handed me her drink. She leaned in again, grabbed my remaining cash from the bar and left a couple of bucks for a tip. Good girl , I thought as I gave her back her glass and she gave me my money. "Hey, do you smoke?" she asked suddenly. "Sadly, yes," I confessed, "I really should qu-" "Come on, I need a smoke." She upended her glass and finished her cocktail and reached in to leave the empty on the bar. I was still finishing mine when she took it from me, nearly spilling it in the process. She dropped my almost-empty next to hers and then hooked her hand around my elbow. We made our way to the door. We got stamped on the way out and she looked at the clot of smokers clustered about twenty feet from the door. I started moving towards them when she tugged my arm. "Ugh, no," she said, and her voice sounded different outside, softer and yet more direct without the loud music to shout over. She pinched her face as she looked up and down the street, evaluating, then motioned with her chin. "Over there," she told me, and tugged my arm. Our destination was a mystery, but her direction was opposite that of the smoking group. I shrugged and went with her, feeling surprisingly comfortable with this older woman who seemed... genuine? Unpretentious? Whatever , I thought, she seemed to have taken a liking to me, and I was interested right back. I mean, I wasn't letting my imagination run away with me. But I wasn't holding the leash very tightly on it, either. As it turned out, her destination was a darkened walkway which led to the rear parking area. She strolled a few paces in, out of the glare of the streetlights, then leaned against the wall as I fumbled my pack out. I gave her one, took one of my own, and lit hers first. Without escort beylikdüzü acknowledging my manners she took a deep drag and I watched as she let the smoke roll lazily from between her pursed lips before blowing out the rest. It's not like I had a smoking fetish or anything, but damn, she made it look good. We smoked. She asked me polite questions and I answered, just chatter like smokers do. As I talked, I watched her fingers flicking the butt even when there was no ash. Long, manicured nails, slender fingers. And a ring. A wedding band. I hadn't noticed before. I pulled the leash on my imagination, hard, reeling in the possibilities of the night. She must have seen the look on my face, and she followed my eyes to her hand. "Yeah, married." She said it nonchalantly. "Is that a problem for you?" "I don't know," I said cautiously. "Should I worry?" "No," she answered through a cloud of bluish smoke. Her voice was casual. She flicked the butt to the ground and ground it with a toe. "He knows where I am, and he knows what I do." "What you do?" I asked, curious. I motioned a hand in a circle, indicating us, the dark alley. "Is this what you do?" She chuckled and pushed herself off the wall and stepped into me, pressing herself against me as she had when we'd danced. Her perfume reached my nostrils and I felt her breath on my cheek. "You want to see what I do, Martin?" she breathed. I held still as her lips brushed my cheek, then moved to my ear. Her breath sent a chilling ripple through me. "My car is back there, in the lot. Come," she said, reaching for my hand. Her teeth nipped my earlobe. "I'll show you what I do." She stepped back and looked me in the face. My cock was ready to follow but the rest of me had reservations. Sure, she was more forward than the girls I usually met. And sure, she was hot, and sexy, attractive and confident. But the parts of me that were siphoning blood to my groin had questions about whether or not this was a good idea. "Don't take this the wrong way," I told her, "you're very attractive, Cindy. But you're married, and I'm not sure that... " My words fizzled and failed as she lifted the hem of her skirt with her feet slightly apart and exposed her bare pussy, shaved but for a thin strip of trimmed hair above her clit. Her white skin glowed in the dim light and plump lips glistened between her flawless thighs, crowned by a swelling hood. "Does this help you make up your mind?" she asked. She stood defiantly, holding her dress up, showing herself to me for a few more seconds while my brain whirled and finally came to an agreement with my cock. "Yep, that did the trick," I grinned. She smiled as she dropped her dress and grabbed my arm. Once again, I found myself watching her ass as she led me up the walk between the buildings to the rear parking area. She strode purposefully, a smart bomb zeroed in on its target as she zigged and zagged between the parked cars to the rear of the lot. I looked nervously around, checking for crazed husbands, but other than a guy tossing trash bags into a dumpster behind the club, there was no one in sight. She led me to a dark full-size sedan, pretty new by it?s looks and parked under a light. She opened the back door and perched her cute butt on the seat with her feet on the ground. I was still standing outside.