Story 37 #2
This was clearly a change of pace. This bar was much louder and busier. The atmosphere seemed different. The first bar had seemed lively to Pam when they had got there but now it seemed positively laidback in comparison.
They got their drinks and found a table. Pam felt out of her depth here and she would have been happy for them to stay where they were, hiding out at their table, but it seemed as though Katy had other plans. After they had finished their drinks, Katy grabbed hold of Pam’s hand and dragged her over to the dance floor.
Pam tried to resist, but it was no good. Soon enough she found herself in the mass of people dancing. She tried to stay close to Katy but it wasn’t long before they lost one another.
Pam looked around at the crowd. Where was Katy?
Suddenly there was a guy in front of her. At first, she didn't think that he had noticed her, that he was just dancing on his own in the space that happened to be in front of her. But then he looked down at her and smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back at him. There was something contagious about that smile of his.
He was a good-looking guy. She noticed that straight away. But then she noticed his age and told herself that he was far too young for her. How young? She would have said that he was in his early to mid-twenties.
He was well dressed in a fashionable-looking shirt and trousers. The shirt clung to his impressive-looking body. Michael had never had an amazing physique and he had certainly let himself go to some extent. Seeing a guy with broad shoulders and a powerful-looking body certainly made a nice change for her.
He had a handsome face. He was well-groomed with short, dark, hair. He had a strong jawline and piercing green eyes that had a strange effect on her when they fully focused their attention on her. They made her feel as though she was the only woman in the world. Suddenly she felt young again. She felt shy, excited, awkward, and giddy.
She smiled at him and looked away.
He leaned in close to her so that he could be heard over the sound of the music.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she said back to him. There was no doubt now that it was her he’d had his eye on. He had made a move for her and that was certainly flattering for her at the least. She thought that she might as well have a little bit of fun, anyway. She could enjoy the moment at the very least. She told herself that it would be good for her ego and it would be good practice.
“I don’t think that I’ve seen you around here before,” he said.
“This is my first time.”
"Oh? You like it?"
“Yeah, it’s not bad.”
“I hope you don’t think that this is too forward of me but I just had to come and speak to you. You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in this room.”
She felt a flush of happiness at that, but she knew that it could only be a bit of fun.
“What’s your name?” he asked her.
“Pam. What’s yours?”
“Andy.”
“Don’t you think that I’m a bit old for you?” she asked him and immediately regretted it.
“Too old? No, I think you’re just right.”
“For what?”
“For this.”
And then he made his move. He did it so quickly that she barely knew it was happening at first. Suddenly his hands were on her waist, pulling her in close. She lifted her hands up instinctively, as though to push him away but before she could do so he bent down to kiss her.
His lips were on hers before she knew it had happened. Her eyes were still open when his lips pushed onto hers and for a moment she didn't know how to react to this situation.
But then she realized just how good it felt. He kissed her gently, tenderly. Her eyes closed and after a moment she pushed her lips back against his. Their lips moved together and when his tongue came to her mouth, she let hers go to meet it.
She laid her hands on his chest and felt the firm muscles beneath his shirt. She let her arms slide around his shoulders and she held him there.
For just a moment the thought came to her that she was far too old for this sort of thing, that it was no way for her to be behaving in public, but it felt so good that she didn’t want it to end, wanted it to keep going, wanted to hold onto this feeling.
Because that was a huge part of it for her - the way that it made her feel. The excitement, the passion, feeling desired, and feeling desire of her own. She felt as though something had been awoken within her. Had she ever really felt like this before? It felt so natural that she was sure she must have at some point, but she couldn't remember anything that had ever been quite so good.
She felt this sense of excitement at the unknown - she had no idea what was coming next but she couldn't wait to find out.
One of Andy’s hands left her waist as their kiss seemed to intensify and she felt him take hold of her face with it. Their tongues pushed together, seemed to almost wrestle with one another and then he pulled his face away. His hand was still on her face for a moment, stroking it, and then he took it away as he continued to look deeply into her eyes.
She wanted to ask him, "what now?" but she couldn't seem to get the words out. He seemed to be looking into her eyes for some kind of reaction, as though he wanted to see if what he had done was OK and if how he felt was reciprocated. All that she could do was look back at him.
“How about we get out of this place?”
He said it so casually as though this was completely normal for him. She knew what the implication was, she knew what those few simple words meant. And she knew that she wanted it as well.
She nodded slightly. She bit her bottom lip, feeling shy. She turned her big eyes away from him and then looked back at him, just in time to see him break into a smile. For a moment she felt as though maybe he had been uncertain of what her reaction would be and now he was relieved to know that he would be getting what he wanted.
He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he took hold of her hand and she felt him pulling, leading her to the exit.
They pushed through the crowd. Pam looked around, trying to see Katy. She spotted her for a moment and Katy seemed to understand the situation immediately. She broke into a huge grin and nodded at Pam, raising her drink in salute to her.
Pam didn’t know how to respond to that. She raised one hand in a brief wave and then Katy was gone, then they were out of the door of the bar and the pounding music was fading.
Andy managed to hail a cab right away. He dragged Pam into the backseat and gave the driver his address.
“Hotel?” Pam said when she heard it.
“Yeah, I’m from out of town. But I come here a lot for business. That’s how I knew you weren’t a regular at the bar.”
“Ah, I see.”
There was a moment of silence. She didn’t really know what else to say to that. But before she could think of any kind of reaction she felt a hand on her knee. She looked down and saw the knee sliding up her thigh. She looked up at Andy’s face and as their eyes met his other hand went to the side of her face and pulled her in for a kiss.
As they were kissing she opened her eyes and looked over at the driver. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to what they were doing, but then she realized that she didn't even care if he was watching what they were doing. All that she wanted at that moment was Andy.
He began kissing her throat. She had a moment then to look at the front of the cab again. For just a moment she was sure that she saw the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror but then they were gone again, back on the road. She smiled to herself at the idea. She had never thought that it would be the kind of thing that would turn her on but now she was finding that the idea of someone checking her out like that, while she was being treated like this, made her feel exhilarated in whole new ways.
As Andy kissed her throat she felt his hand creeping further and further up her leg. It had gone well below the bottom of her dress now. She felt the excitement of knowing that his hand had moved into hidden, secret, areas - areas where her husband had never shown much of an interest. He would never have dared to do something like this.
She told herself not to dwell on the past, on the way that things had been before.
It suddenly became much easier for her to stop dwelling on the past when she felt Andy’s fingertips move even further up her leg and suddenly reach her panties.
She bent her head down slightly. Andy moved his mouth away from her throat to look up at her.
"Naughty," she whispered softly. She was amazed at herself - she never knew that she would enjoy something like this so much. To think that she had been so nervous before! Now she could see just how much fun this was, how much fun she could have. Where would it lead next? She couldn't wait to find out.
He smiled at her in the dark as his fingers moved further, exploring the space beneath her dress.
She felt her heart racing as the tips of his fingers reached the front of her panties. She felt him rub lightly at her pussy. Once more her eyes darted to the rearview mirror. If the driver were to look back now would he know what was going on? Would he have any idea what was happening down there, down on the seats in the back of his cab, in the darkness?
Her breathing came slightly heavier now as he kissed her throat again. His fingers were still rubbing at her through her panties.
Then the cab pulled to a stop, and the fingers were gone.
Andy paid the driver.
“Have fun,” the driver said from the front seat.
Pam looked in his direction. She thought that she should have felt embarrassed, but she didn’t. She almost felt like saying to him, “we will,” but she stayed quiet as they exited the vehicle.
Andy took her hand again and led her into the hotel.
As soon as they were in the elevator he pushed her up against the door, his hand sliding over her waist, and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders again and felt his body push up against her.
Then the elevator came to a halt and the door opened.
“Almost there,” he said.