There must have been a dozen of them, at least; all sitting around the long row of tables that had been pushed together to accommodate such a large party. All between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five, I'd guess by the way they were all dressed in their slutty best, laughing and carrying on. I could see the look on my husband's face. 'Oh Great ... A bachelorette party ... Just what we needed right next to our table.' It was supposed to be our special night out. The kids were at their grandparent's for the night and we had planned on a nice relaxing evening at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We both love Salena's in the Village Gate Square. Great food and even better drinks.
The girls were all laughing and yacking away while the waiters and bus boys were literally falling over each other trying to be the one to fill their glasses or clear away the empty plates. They kept getting up from their chairs to pose for group pictures with each other's cell phone cameras. Jesus! ... Just take one good one and sit the fuck down! I could tell my husband was getting pretty perturbed. I just smiled at him and told him to order us a few more drinks. They make THE BEST Margaritas at Salena's. I can't stop at just one ... or two, for that matter. We had already finished most of our dinner and I was beginning to feel the effects of all that Tequila.
I started watching the girls as they cavorted and carried on. The guest of honor was a tall skinny girl with long, straight blonde hair and a pretty face. A little flat chested for my taste, but still, not bad. My gaze moved around the table, quickly surveying the virtual buffet of young, hot, female flesh that was vividly on display. John knows how much I like the young ones; especially with a few nice tattoos, and there were several in the group that had them. A tight ass, tramp stamp and a tongue stud ... Oh Baby! ... Most were wearing short, tight little hoochie dresses with their tits all pushed together and bursting up from within. Teased up hair and stiletto heels with the thin ankle straps. All in all, not a bad looking bunch of hot little bitches, if I do say so myself.
Now... , as a woman in her mid-forties, I can still turn a few heads, but even my daily trips to the gym can't bring back those good old days of MY twenty something youth. I was a pretty hot mama in those days and it wasn't hard to catch John's eye as I walked past the construction site every day on my lunch hour where he had been working that summer. God, he looked good in those dirty, ripped jeans. Six foot two, tanned, muscular arms in a sleeveless shirt, his hard hat, and that sexy fuckin' tool belt strapped to his waist. I still get wet just thinking about it. And with his sweet boyish smile, big blue eyes, a heart of solid gold and an eight inch hunk of rock hard meat in his pants, it wasn't hard for him to sweep me off me feet either. But I do still love the soft and tender touch of a hot, horny college co-ed like the ones I use to fuck around with back in school. Those chicks were so fucking horny and always ready. Ha! Just like me. And just like the ones that were all sitting around the big table, slowly getting hammered, not ten feet away from us.
Another margarita down and I was really starting to feel loose. I started leaning over the table, holding his hands and giving my man sexy little kisses while whispering in his ear. "Look at all those hot little sluts over there. I wonder if any of them are still virgins."
He just smirked at me with that adorable boyish grin of his. "I highly doubt it Juls."
I glanced back over my shoulder at them, and then back at him. "I'll bet they've never had a cock as big as yours though. Bet they'd piss their pretty little panties if they ever had one shoved down their hot little throats.
John looked at me again, with that knowing smile. "You're drunk, aren't you?" He sat back in his chair and sighed. "C'mon Baby, let's get you home."
I pulled my hands back from the table letting them fall to my lap. I sat up straight in my chair, unable to stop my upper body from swaying a little as I did. "I'm not Durunck..." I said, slurring my words a little.
Oh Shit ... Who was I kidding? I was fucking hammered and it was at that moment I realized just how badly I had to pee. Taking a deep breath, I got to my feet and announced to my husband, along with half the tables around us, that I was GOING to the LADIES room. I swung around on my heels, flipped the hair from the side of my face and staggered off in that general direction.
On my way down the ramp, ... Yes, they have a long ramp that leads down from the raised seating area along the windowed side of the room. Great ... I'm drunk; wearing heals and headed down a ramp. What could Possibly go wrong? I wobble a little bit but was able to make my way down to the main floor without incident, right past the large party of girls seated around their table. A few of them eyed me curiously. Those little bitches, all showing off their young, perky tits were sooo hot ... Shit ... Too bad our table wasn't closer to there's so I could've rubbed myself up against one of them. I could feel my nipples getting hard just thinking about it.
I rounded the corner by the front end of the bar. Oh great, a line for the bathroom ... and there's NOWHERE to really stand with the hostess station right there by the door ... Geez this place is really hopping. It's awfully warm too ... Feels good on my neck when the front door opens and I get the cool breeze from the unheated foyer on my hot skin.
Well ... look who it is coming out of the ladies room ... It's one of those beautiful tattooed bitches from the noisy table. Fiery red hair and long sexy legs in a super tight, short black dress. I smile at her, hopefully not in that creepy sort of way. And then ... she smiles back. Oh Shit ... Did she just smile back? No, wait ... one of her friends is right behind me in line. Dumb-Ass. I look back at her; she is lovely too, and soooo close to me. Our eyes meet and we exchange the briefest of smiles. I feel my face start to flush and I just have to turn back around. Where the hell is John? I bet he'd just love to see me; squirming like this ... He'd laugh his ass off.
Suddenly, I hear a voice behind me. "Do you think we can use the men's room?" Her question catches me off guard. Was she talking to me? Her voice is so sweet and innocent. "There's no one waiting in line and hey, what the fuck ... Who cares, right? If the door locks, it's cool with me ... I'm not afraid." My heart skipped a beat. "Aw Shit, c'mon, let's just do it." Before I could even think of what to say, she grabs my upper arm with her left hand and moves to the men's room door. Swinging the door open with her free hand, she shoves me in.
Is she serious? Does she KNOW who she's dealing with here? And I am drunk on Tequila ... And I'm already so wet and turned on I can barely stand it ... Trying not to stumble, I grab hold of the sink. The alcohol is definitely not making it easy but I manage to steady myself and turn to face her. God! ... she looks even more gorgeous then before. In one swift motion, she pulls down her pants and squats over the nasty men's toilet. I didn't know if I was supposed to look or not but I was pretty loaded ... so I looked. She just laughed and flashed a knowing smile.
"Oh yeah, I caught you two looking over at us at our table; whispering shit to each other ... That dude your old man?" she said, looking up at me with an amused grin. I felt my face flush again. I was sweating. Christ, it must be a hundred degrees in here. I just smiled back at her trying not to show how buzzed I was. Tearing off a wad of paper from the roll, she wiped, stood tall, and slowly pulled her pants up. Hmm, No underwear ... Shocking. Suddenly, I realized that she had been watching me the whole time I had been staring at her crotch.
"Huh? ... Umm ... yeah, he's mine ... Married 23 years now, house, kids, yadda yadda yadda." I looked at her for a moment; eyes struggling to stay focused in the dimly lit room; or maybe it was the Tequila.
"Don't you have to pee?" She asked as she tried to wash her hands in the pathetic little sink. Not taking my eyes off of her, I stepped toward the toilet, turned and pulled my skirt up around my waist; revealing my own lack of panties as well. Then I lost my balance and almost fell over. Jesus ... nice goin' Grace.
"Oh shit, you're toasted. Here, let me help you out." She grabbed my elbow and held it tightly as I successfully squatted and finally relieved myself; one hand on the wall and one hand holding tight to her forearm. She grabbed some toilet paper with her left hand and gently wiped my pussy. Our eyes met again and I just froze. She smiled sweetly as she slowly withdrew her hand.
Uh Oh. It's gonna be one of THOSE nights.
The next thing I knew, I was on my feet, pushing her against the door; my skirt still up around my hips and grinding my snatch into her thigh. I had my mouth against her neck. Mmm, just a hint of patchouli oil and ... spearmint? She was moaning as I grabbed her little ass and pulled it toward me. My head was spinning and my knees shaking.
A sudden knock at the door snapped me back to reality. Shit ... Who's this asshole?
She whispered forcefully to me... "FUCK HIM!"
The knock had startled me and I had let go of her ass. So she grabbed mine and started kneading it with her strong hands; pressing her thigh harder against my bare pussy. All I wanted was to kiss her ... To get lost in it ... To part her pouty lips with my tongue and explore her mouth. My freakin' brain was on FIRE with it.
The asshole knocks AGAIN.
"Jul, you in there???"
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