As the night progressed, I found myself more and more relaxed in the arms of Sophie. Our dancing became more and more provocative and it was this that kept other woman away. During the end I realised I had become very attracted to Sophie, and very wet. It made me nervous a little and decided it was time to leave. Sophie seemed ok with this and soon we got a cab and returned home.
It was just after 11 when we got home. We went into the living room. Sophie put on a CD, some soft jazz, while I poured us both a nightcap, cognac. I handed Sophie hers as I took a seat next to her on the couch.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” I asked.
“Always. It was always the best time when just the two of us would go out. I looked forward to it each time and had fun. So when you asked about tonight I knew it would be a good night. Except those two bitches, I had a really great time with you, especially being your date. How about you, did you have fun?”
“Unexpected.” I said as thought about what she said about us being on a date. If I was honest, it was a date, more than mother and daughter having a drink.
“What’s wrong Amy? Is it about sally, and what she did to me, because I can handle myself now?”
“I know you can, you certainly have grown over the year. You went away a caterpillar and returned home a butterfly.”
“I like the analogy and I agree. Before I went, I was afraid to be alone with someone. Now I know what I want and how to get it. I am not scared anymore.”
“So why didn’t you? I would not have minded.”
“But I would have, tonight was about us. I just wanted to be with you.”
“I want that too, you were the best date ever, I felt so proud to have you in my arms on the dance floor. Tonight I danced with the most beautiful woman in the whole place.”
“So did I. Can I have one last dance?”
“I’d like that.” So we put our glasses on the coffee table and stood to dance together. I put my hands around Sophie’s waist and pulled her close. Sophie rested her arms on my shoulders. I kissed Sophie on the cheek as moved slowly together on the spot. The space was tight but neither of us seemed to mind. We danced cheek to cheek, Sophie hands moving to the back of my neck, rubbing it gently. My hands rubbed Sophie’s back.
The dance went on for a while, both of us holding close. We rested our head on each others shoulder, feeling each others breath, as the mood of the room charged erotically. Our breasts were touching and rubbing against each other. I could feel her nipples were hard as they touched my equally hard nipples. Then for some reason we both moaned, but we didn’t stop. Our breathing became heavier. I moved my hands down Sophie’s back and cupped her ass. It was tight and firm as I squeezed it; this produced another moan from both of us, especially Sophie. I began to wonder if I had made a mistake. Sophie’s continued flirting through the night and my own in response was wrong, but being close to Sophie like this was all I ever needed. She completed me in a way a woman should and what my husband could never provide.