You can feel the beads of sweat trickling down your back. The club is far too hot and claustrophobic with so many people. Every corner was occupied leaving you with no place to catch your breath. The music is pounding in your ears, the vibrations running through your body as you make your way off the dance floor and to the bar. Claire was right, this was the best place to keep your mind off your recent misfortunes. Here all that existed was the music, tequila, and the heat of dancing. The two of you had taken your time choosing just the right dresses and heels, knowing you'd be on your feet all night. But she's already left for the night with a new guy leaving you on your own to find your pleasure. Even now, just a couple hours later your feet are starting to throb. Maybe a couple more shots will numb them you think as you lean over the bar to get the attention of the bartender.
"Two shots of tequilla" you call when you finally make eye contact with her, smiling to hasten the delivery. You were so focused on the bartender you hadn't noticed the man that settled beside you at the bar. One elbow propped on its surface and his body turned towards you. You throw back your first shot, the cold liquid burning as it makes its way down your throat. Quickly followed by the second which almost immediately makes your whole body tingle. Then you meet his eyes, those dark eyes hold your attention, unmoving for what feels like minutes but can only be seconds, before he offers a wide smile.
"Chica, you've got the moves out there. Call me Lalo" he exclaims, his whole face lit up with excitement. He's clearly much older with a bit of silver hair hanging over his forehead but it looks just right on him. His tall frame would normally tower over you but your heels help make up the difference. Something about him, probably the confidence that he radiates pulls you in closer and you feel the heat of his body more intensely than anything else in that moment. Without even touching you can already tell that his large hands would fit perfectly on your waist to lead, on or off the dance floor. A wave of adrenaline washes over you and you reach out for his wrist, hoping he'd follow so you can see just how well your bodies move together as the music slows to a more sensual beat. His eyes widen just a bit, as if he's impressed with your forthrightness and you start to move against him with the music. You can feel how hard and firm his body is, despite his advanced age and your interest grows. The closer you move your body, the more his hands explore yours. Starting with your back and working their way further and further down to the curve of your ass. Soft but persistent strokes that light you aflame. The music pounding in your ears makes you bolder than you'd normally be and you pull his hips even with yours to see just how much he's enjoying this. The evidence of his arousal is clear as day, and with no ring on his finger you see no reason not to take this all the way. The tequila coursing through your veins doesn't hurt either, and you start to feel the heat pooling in your center at the thought of what happens next.
Like he's read your mind he pulls you off the dance floor and towards the exit in long strides. You almost fail to keep up, your high shoes doing you no favors. The cool night air hits you like a wave as you step outside and you can't help but throw your head back to better feel the breeze lifting your hair off your shoulders. Lalo simply watches you with his intense, unblinking eyes, narrowing in as if he recognizes his prey. And that's exactly what you feel like, it's a rush of danger, leaving with this man you barely know but that makes it all the more exciting.
"Where do you live?" he asks, his voice even deeper than before if that's even possible. You answer as you slide into the passenger seat of his beautiful vintage Monte Carlo, the leather cold against your legs as your dress rides up. Before closing the passenger door he simply stands there for a moment, staring at your body as you feel more exposed than ever. As he settles into the driver's seat you can't help but notice the armband tattoo that peeks out from under his rolled sleeves. You begin to wonder what his mustache would feel like on your mouth, and elsewhere as you feel the heat rising up inside of you again. You can't help but slowly rub your thighs together. Wiggling in your seat to create the tiniest bit of friction, hoping for some relief. He reaches out and places a hand on your knee, pulling your knees apart and simply says "Show me."
"Here, now?" you ask. He nods in approval and you shyly acquiesce. His hand is still gripping your leg, tighter now, you slowly pull the bottom of your dress higher. You hook one finger around your thong, pulling it to the side to expose your core. You hear only a soft moan of approval from him as you begin to slowly trace the growing wetness between your lips, leaning back to allow for better access. You circle your clit softly, not wanting to come just yet. That you're saving for later, giving yourself just enough friction to build your arousal even higher. Now you're dripping wet, more than you ever have been. But then you've never been in this position before and the thrill increases with every finger stroke. You hear his breaths becoming more and more shallow and rough which emboldens you to make the most of this moment. You pull your hand from your cunt to your mouth, licking each digit clean of your juices while competing for his attention with the road ahead.
After what seems like hours he finally pulls up and parks on the street in front of your home. It's a small but comfortable duplex in a quiet suburban area. His car clearly stands out among all of the fuel efficient small cars that seem to be so popular these days. Just another thing that separates Lalo from all the other men you've known. The street is quiet and all the lights are out in your building manager's unit next door. You have a feeling she'll be pissed in the morning with the noise soon to come but you couldn't care less. He comes around and opens your door, offering his hand to help you. That hand stays on the small of your back as you walk up to the door to unlock it. Walking in you kick off your heels out of habit, immediately regretting the height disadvantage you now have, but he smiles with approval at the clear taking of comfort over fashion.
"Can I get you a drink? I think I have some wine in the fridge."
He simply answers "Sure" and follows you into the kitchen. Suddenly you feel your hips hit the countertop as he comes behind you, pushing his body into yours and his intent is clear. He's impossibly hard and you know it won't be long before he's inside of you, making you scream in just the way you like. He pulls the fabric of your dress up and over your body, leaving you in just your thong and bralette, neither offering much, if any coverage. As his eyes rake over your body you can sense his pleasure despite not being able to see his face. Rough calloused hands run over your skin, leaving your ass only to cup your breasts from behind. Squeezing and kneading you can feel him everywhere, there is no relief inside from the immense pressure you feel. It's all building up inside of you and you know you'll explode into orgasm at any moment.
You feel his hands pulling off your thong as you lift each leg to step out of it. His breath is hot on your skin, making you wonder how he'll take you. His fingers come to your cunt, already wet and willing. In and out he thrusts two, then 3 digits before determining you are ready for his admittedly large cock. Entering you in one firm stroke, he sets a punishing pace right from the beginning. It's rough, your hips pinned to the counter as he bends your torso forward but this is exactly what you need. You hear him moaning and speaking in Spanish but can't quite understand. All you can tell is that they aren't sweet words of affection.
Your orgasm finally comes and you it's like every cell in your body spontaneously combusts, you're on fire and that beautiful pressure is lifted as you regain a sense of your being again, practically limp across the countertop. You can hear that he's close to completion as well, his thrusts becoming more and more frantic and his mouth on the back of your neck. Suddenly he pulls away from you completely, the air hitting your back at the same moment as his release. Hot waves of cum spilling over your skin and he bites down on your shoulder, groaning with pleasure. For a moment you both simply stay like that, enjoying the last bits of pleasure before your bodies cool back down.
Then you feel him step back and hear the sound of his pants being pulled back up, and the metallic clink of his belt being secured in place. Unmoving you simply remain slumped over the counter, unable to move your legs quite yet when you feel the scratch of a rough fabric on your back. He's using one of your dish towels to clean up the mess of cum on your backside. You silently allow him and once he's done you pull your thong back up into place unsure of what comes next.
Stepping back and coming to your full height you can't help but feel disadvantaged before him, completely disheveled, practically naked, and almost a full foot shorter than him. But a warm smile fills his face, his eyes lighting up with visible happiness. "Now how about that drink chica?"
