Dance floor cliffhanger

I went out clubbing a few nights ago. The usual stuff. A few drinks. Hopeful of picking up, but being middle-aged I knew the likely reality that I won't.

Despite this, it's always fun to let my hair down, and check out the hot women.

On this particular night, I wasn't feeling particularly lucky or inspired. Until I saw HER. I reckon she was almost my age, and there was something about her that oozed energy. Not just dancing energy, but sexual energy.

I couldn't stop staring. Which became a problem when she saw me, and started staring back.

Oh fuck ... she's going to think - rightly - that I was lusting after her. After all, she was the hottest MILF in the room!!

A few seconds passed with neither of us looking away.

I took a tentative step towards her. To my delight, she did the same.

Still staring across the noisy and crowded dance floor, we both took another step. Then another. With each step, I could feel my cock waking up.

Eventually, only one step separated us, so we stopped. She turned around and closed that gap with a final backwards step. Her butt just touching my groin.

Despite my lust, I didn't know what to do next. That's ok, because she did. She reached back to grab my hands and pulled them onto her hips.

And then she began to move. Dancing? Not really. She was grinding. Slowly sliding up, down and around on my cock, which became insanely hard in seconds. The millimetres of fabric that separated us almost felt non-existent.

She seemed to like my cock’s response because she pushed back harder and increased her speed.

Gaining confidence from this, I slid my hands up from her hips to cup her boobs. It was electric to feel that her nipples were fully hard.

I leaned down to nibble her ear, and said "We need to find somewhere to fuck.”

She turned her head and said “We sure do!”