Chapter 18

I dreaded this night, but I was resigned to trying to be upbeat for John’s sake. He seemed to be looking forward to tonight and kept telling me everything was going to be fine and I would have a good time.

How could I have a good time when I would have to sit and watch Laura and John being lovey-dovey, dancing close and knowing they were going to have great sex at the end of the night while I was going to have to endure some fifty-year-old codger they dug up to keep me company? He’d better be a good dancer and keep his hands to himself.

It was a good thing Laura and John had made reservations. There was a waiting line of ten couples that failed to make reservations. The maitre d escorted us to our table within a few minutes of our arrival.

The tables were set three deep in a horseshoe fashion around the dance floor. A piano player was entertaining the guests.

Dinner was served until 10:00 pm. A seven-piece band would perform from 10:00 pm until midnight for our dancing and listening pleasure. Of course, the bar stayed open.

As soon as I sat at the table, I crossed my leg and arms. Sounding rather flippant, I asked, “So where is this mystery date you two dug up for me?”

“I’m right here.” Came the answer from behind me.

I turned in my chair, and a handsome Naval Officer smiled down at me. “Oh my god, you’re my date?” Ensign Stanley Blake, Laura’s twenty-three-year-old son, stood looking very dashing in his uniform. I could not resist hugging him as I stood up to greet him, “It’s so good to see you. How long will you be home?”

“Another week and a half.”

“It’s been almost a year since I last saw you. Your mom told me you received your commission. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“So you’re my date.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You call me Sara, or I’ll call your commanding officer.”

“Okay, Sara, it is.”

I kissed Stan on the cheek as we hugged. “This is a wonderful surprise. It’s so good to see you again.” We finally sat down. John and Laura were smiling from ear to ear. The waiter came over and took our order for drinks and left the menus for us to peruse.

I was delighted to see Stan again. I was so engrossed in catching up Stan that I barely remembered what I had ordered until the waiter put my dish in front of me. I hardly noticed John and Laura unless they spoke directly to me.

The food was excellent, and I was having a wonderful time. I didn’t feel uncomfortable being out with John and Laura now that Stan was here. I was just out with my best friend and our kids for dinner.

A little after we finished our dinner, the band came out and introduced itself and started to play. John asked Laura to dance, and they left for the dance floor. Laura and John were dancing very closely. There was no mistaking that they were enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed against each other. I know Stan observed them kissing a few times as they were dancing. He did not look the least bit surprised. I took this moment to talk to Stan as we sipped our drinks at the table. “Obviously, you know about your mom and my John.”

“Yes, he makes her happy, and he is just what she needs right now. Mom has proof that my dad has been having an affair and filed for divorce. I helped him move out at the beginning of last week.”

How did you find out about John being with your mother?”

“Mom told me the day after she seduced John.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’m not. I have known about my mother’s troubles with my father for a long time. Mom confided in me and leaned on me when things got really bad. She knows I am very protective of her, and she did not want me to find out about John and get the wrong impression. She made it very clear that she decided to seduce John, and it was what she wanted. As long as it was her decision, I was happy for her. Otherwise, I would have had words with your son.”

“So your mother seduced my John?” I could not help thinking that she was not the only one to seduce him.

“Yup, last New Year’s Eve.”

“In your father’s new car too, I heard.”

“Yeah. It serves him right. Enough about my mom and John. May I have the honor of the next dance?”

“Oh, Stan. I could get used to your gentlemanly ways.” I teased as he led me to the dance floor and took me in his arms.

Stan led me around the dance floor in the traditional Box Step for a couple of dances. During the third slow song of the set, someone bumped into my back, and I was pressed tightly up against Stan. The dance floor was crowded, but I still turned to give the impolite couple a dirty look. It was John and Laura smiling and not a bit sorry. They had done it on purpose.

I turned back and looked up at Stan. He was also smiling as he held me close. His chest pressed against my breasts. His arms held me firmly against him I lay my head on his shoulder and did not pull away.

“Do you think they are trying to tell us something?” I whispered.

“Do you mind?”

“Not really. You?” I replied.

“Not in the least,” Stan replied as he rubbed my back.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the night. Stan and I danced to almost every slow song the band played. I teased him when I pressed against his body and played with his hair as we danced. I didn’t let him see, but I smiled when I felt his erection pressing against me. No words were spoken as Stan, and I danced, but we both were very aware of the other’s body and the sexual undertones.

I would occasionally catch Laura smiling at the two of us, and she even winked at me once. There was no mistaking that she was not upset by our flirtations. I got the impression that she would not mind if we went beyond harmless flirting.

It was getting late, and the band leader announced, “Well, folks, it has been a wonderful evening, and this last set is for all you lovers out there.” The already dimmed lights were turned down a little lower.

Stan led me to the dance floor. I smiled when I saw Laura meld her body with John, and they kissed. John slid his hand down to pat her butt. Laura slapped his arm playfully as John moved his hand to a more modest place in the small of her back.

During the first dance with Stan, we danced close and moved around the dance floor. By the middle of the second song, we were hardly moving, swaying back and forth, holding each other tightly. Our cheeks pressed together. My hands moved on his back as he nuzzled my neck. One hand on my upper back and one on my lower back pressing me against him. There was no mistaking his arousal any more than he could mistake my approval when I pressed against his erection.

I felt Stan kiss me lightly on the neck. We were barely dancing as we stood in one spot on the dance floor. I had my arms around his neck as we kissed. We were still kissing when the music ended, and the lights came on.

It was after midnight when we left the dinner club. John drove with Laura in the front. We were hardly out of the parking lot and heading home when Stan put his arm around me. I was a little tired from all the dancing and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt him hold me tighter and kiss the top of my head. I turned halfway to him, tilted my head up to him, and held him to me as we kissed. I parted my lips as his tongue caressed them. He whispered in my ear. “You’re a beautiful woman Sara.”

He held me tighter with his right arm and put his left hand on my waist. His hand was moving and massaging my side. We were turned toward each other, wanting to go further than was possible with John and Laura in the front seat. He touched my breasts long enough to know it was not a mistake, and I didn’t protest. He put his hand back on my waist. I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed his leg. It was difficult to remain quiet as I kissed him while not wanting Laura to know I was about to molest her son.

I slid my hand a little higher and stopped just before the bulge in his right pant leg. I could feel the tip of his cock against the side of my hand. I silently debated whether to go further. It did not take me long to decide that I wanted Stan now. That I was not about to play coy or hard to get. My hand moved on to his cock and squeezed to let him know it was not a mistake. Stan’s hand moved from my waist and squeezed my breast. I gripped his cock even tighter as our tongues lashed each other’s lips. Darting into each other’s mouths to duel with our tongues.

All too soon, I heard, “Okay, you two knock it off back there. We are home, Mom.”

I sat up with a start. Stan was wiping his lips to remove any sign of lipstick. Laura turned around, letting us know she was well aware of what was going on in the back seat, “This is working out so much better than I hoped.”

I could only smile sheepishly at the two grinning faces in the front seat.

John had parked in our driveway, and we all got out and went into the house.

Laura and John headed to the small bar in the living room. I stood in the foyer, looking up at Stan while holding his hand. “I had a wonderful time tonight Stan. As a matter of fact, it’s the best time I have had in a very long time. How long did you say you are home for?” I asked as I took his arm and walked toward the living room to join Laura and John.