Now the whole idea of him escorting me and spending huge sums of money on me made me wonder. I had always been my experience that any man paying that much money on a woman wanted something in return, and usually they did, but what did my son want from me?
The club was very dark, and the music was pounding, much like the dance clubs I had gone to in my youth. The scene and the music just took me back.
Before we even got a drink, Jack was pulling me onto the dark dance floor with the lights flashing and from time to time clouds of smoke falling out of the ceiling. God he could dance.
He whisked around the dance floor. When I was a girl, there was one thing that used to make me hot and that was a guy who could dance. I was starting to feel those old feelings again just watching him.
“You were right,” he yelled into my ear as he danced close to me. “You do know how to shake it.”
“You should talk.”
“Our bodies compliment each other.”
“Yes they do,” I said though I cringe now for saying it.
And then we danced some more. I guess I was getting carried away because some guy started to move in on me. I showed him my back, and grabbed Jack’s arm.
“Save me from this guy,” I said in Jack’s ear.
“You sure?” He asked laughing.
“Yes!”
“Okay, come here.” And with that he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into him, and then to the beat of the music, and with my hands in the air, we bounced together front to back, and as we bounced I could feel him hard against my ass.
I could feel him rubbing against me, and I rubbed back. I told myself that it was because I wanted this creepy guy to leave me alone, but I had to know that rubbing my ass into my son’s crotch was going to cause things to happen, and it did.
He grabbed me by the hand, and escorted me off the floor.
“I need a drink,” he said, and though I wasn’t ready to leave the floor just yet, I too was getting all hot and bothered.
Once again I found a stool, and he got us some drinks, but this time when he brought my drink he squeezed in between my legs, hiking my skirt all the way up my thighs.
“Comfy,” I said as I felt his crotch press up against mine.
I told myself that it was all just a game, a game that he would take so far and then back away. I mean what would be the outcome if he didn’t back away? And yet as I sat there with my miniskirt pushed way up my thighs, and my son of all people nestled in between those thighs, I wasn’t sure if he would back away or if I actually wanted him to.
“Having fun?” He asked.
“Yes. I like dancing with you. You’re a great dancer.”
“I like dancing with you too. You’re very hot out there, you know.” And then he put his hands on my hips, bent down and kissed me. And then he kissed me again.
I backed away, embarrassed and out of breath. “Jack?”
“Relax, you’re too tense,” he said and then pulled me by the hips towards him.
I was leaning back, staring into his eyes, and we were inches apart as I felt him grinding into me.
“Having fun?” He asked and when he did I could feel his hot breath on my face.
“I’m not sure.”