4 comments/ 54156 views/ 3 favorites Karaoke Night By: wyo_girl Dating when you're in your late thirties is a lot different from dating in your twenties. The expectations are different and there is a freedom to it that wasn't present twenty years ago. No, we haven't gone through menopause so pregnancy is still a worry as are sexually transmitted diseases. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the expectations surrounding sex. At twenty a girl has to worry about appearing too easy. If she sleeps with a guy on the first date, will there be a second? Probably not. If she doesn't sleep with him, how long should she wait before she does? At what point do you lose that window of opportunity and move from being a sexual candidate/girlfriend to being a friend? Y'all know what I'm talking about. You've been there. Women who are approaching middle age aren't trying to snag a husband. We aren't looking for the father of our children, we aren't trying to find Mr. Right, and we aren't looking for a Sugar Daddy. A confident, single, middle-aged woman doesn't need a Sugar Daddy. We make our own money, we take care of our own homes, and we've raised our children. Sure, a husband to share all that with would be nice, but we aren't actively looking for that. Someone to share our free time with, someone to laugh with, someone to take to the company picnic, someone to attend a friend's wedding with, that is what we need. What do we want? We want all that and sex... preferably great sex! The kids are grown and out of the house so we don't have to be quiet anymore. We can be the screamers we were meant to be if that's what we want. We've learned some tricks and the men in our lives get to benefit from those. And yes, older men have learned what it takes to satisfy a woman, so there are definite perks in getting older. The added bonus is we can have sex with someone who strikes our fancy and if it's good, we'll probably get to do it again! And that includes sex on the first date. We're adults who know how to play so the playing field is level. Such were the topics of conversation amongst the group of women seated around our table as we watched the men in our lives play pool. The bar was quiet, there were only about 30 people scattered around the room. It was a typical Thursday night in a small town. It was karaoke night. They called Paula's name and we all whistled and yelled as she walked up onto the stage to give "Proud Mary" her best effort. I glanced away and caught my date, Dennis watching me. He winked and tipped his beer bottle at me as he waited for one of the other guys to finishing shooting. We hadn't been dating long and our last date had not ended in the manner we would have liked. Tonight's date was going to be much more satisfying. I watched him move around to take his shot. Dennis is over 6 feet tall so he had to duck a little to keep from hitting his head on the light above the table. When he bent down I admired the curve of his butt covered by the blue Wranglers he'd chosen to wear with his polo shirt. His hair is going gray and it gave him a distinguished look that was completely at odds with the boyish grin he displayed when he made the shot. His eyes are clear and blue and his face is a little weathered from time spent working outdoors. It's a nice face and his body is nice too. Sure, he's 54 so it isn't the hard body of his youth, but he keeps in pretty good shape so there's only a little bulge at his waist. It's the body of a mature man and I watched him, knowing I'd be seeing it naked before the night was over. Our last date had been dinner followed by drinks and dancing here at this same bar. He had a group of friends who were going to be there so he'd invited me to be his date with the intention of joining them. We had a great time. I liked all his friends and they'd done everything they could to make me feel welcome in their little circle. We laughed and talked until after midnight. Dennis had kept his arm around me for most of the night and we'd danced a couple of slow ones, pressed up close against each other. When it came time to leave, we had to return to the restaurant so I could get my car. We both enjoyed the dances so I was anticipating at least a kiss before we went our separate ways. Dennis parked next to my little car and undid his seatbelt. "Do you want me to start your car so it can be warming up?" "No, that's okay," I answered. "It isn't hard to start in the cold. It'll be fine." I undid my own seatbelt as he slid across the seat toward me. When I looked up he used one hand to pull my head close. His lips brushed mine, softly at first, then more firmly. "Mmmm," he murmured as his lips rubbed mine apart. He adjusted his head and I let my purse slide off my lap onto the floor so I could use the hand that wasn't trapped between us to touch his hair. I love hair, always have, always will. Sorry Bruce Willis. I just can't understand what makes a perfectly sexy man decide to ruin the look by shaving his head! My fingers splayed against the back of Dennis' head. He had lightened the pressure on my lips and I wanted it back. His were teasing me, his tongue lightly touching my lips making me want more. His tongue slid between my lips and I immediately closed mine on it, sucking firmly. He moved it in and out a couple times, making love to my mouth, imitating the motions of consummation. His hand dropped and delved under the tail of my shirt. I felt the warmth of it caressing my midriff just under my bra as the kiss went on. My nipples were tingling in anticipation, growing longer and harder, poking against the fabric of my bra long before his hand brushed over them. My own hand was caressing the back of his neck as his mouth continued to feast on mine, kissing and licking my lips, alternating between light kisses and firm, hungry ones. I felt coolness on my upper chest and realized he had somehow managed to undo the top two buttons of my blouse from the inside! He pushed it open and dropped his head to place small kisses on the top of my breasts. I had on a pushup bra so it didn't take much for him to push one up and out of the satiny cup. My nipples are not the flat, barely-there kind. They are light brown and definitely noticeable when erect. They were both tightly beaded and aching to be touched. One pressed firmly against my bra and the other invited Dennis to take it into his mouth. His mouth was warm and I didn't even try to suppress the moan when he finally closed it on my quivering flesh. My hand dropped away from his head and I found my back arching as he sucked on my nipple. Before I could get used to it, he was turning his head away to sneeze. He had been coughing and sneezing and apologizing for it all night long. Now his cold was making itself known regardless of the passion building between us. He turned back to me and I guided his head back to my breast. I wanted him to continue. I was getting wet and I knew I wanted him. He didn't tease me this time but sucked on it, long and hard. The suckling sounds filled the cab of his truck as his mouth pulled the areola inside. My head tipped back and I gave myself up to the sensation, whimpering as the pleasure seemed to connect my pussy to the tip of my breast. He released the nipple to kiss his way back up my chest to my lips. One hand closed on my braid to hold my head still and he ravaged my lips. My hand caressed his neck and slid down over his chest. I felt the pebbled tightness of a male nipple as my fingers pressed against him. Suddenly he broke the kiss to sneeze again. It made us both laugh. He looked into my eyes and his hand reached for mine. As his lips lowered to kiss me again, he placed my hand on his upper thigh. Either he wears boxers or no underwear at all because my hand was resting on a very solid bulge that wasn't his thigh. I moved my little finger and felt the ridge where his head meets the shaft. We both moaned. My hand cupped him and I ran it down the hard ridge to where the head was straining against the denim covering his thigh. He was so long and so hard. I felt his cock jump a little in my hand and my pussy gave an answering squeeze. I wanted to be filled with him. I wanted him inside me. Suddenly the cab was filled with the sound of another violent sneeze. His cold refused to wait. It was going to continue to interrupt like a spoiled child who can't have its way. Regretfully, we pulled apart and I buttoned my blouse. We agreed to keep in touch and go out again once his cold passed. I have been anticipating it ever since. The heat between us that night hinted at a very enjoyable evening to come. Their game over, the men came back to the table after signaling the bartender for another round. Dennis was determined to get me up on the stage and I'd unknowingly issued a challenge when I told him there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to induce me to get up and sing! I'd already had a couple of drinks and now there was another whiskey sour in front of me. Dennis slid into the seat next to me and put his arm around me. He pulled me close and asked if I was enjoying myself. "Yes, I am." We watched Paula finish her song and then it was her husband, Allan's turn. Thinking about our last date and about how solid the bulge in Dennis' pants was then had me a little bit turned on. I turned my head toward him and put my lips near his ear so he could hear me over the music. We couldn't leave yet but I wanted to raise the excitement level a little. "You know, I remember every detail of our last date," I whispered before gently biting down on his earlobe. I soothed it with a quick lick of my tongue before I pulled my head back. He moaned and then covered the sound with a loud cough. His eyes were hot when he looked into mine. I could see that I had awakened the tiger in him and my own excitement level raised a notch wondering what he would do. I didn't have to wait long. He pulled his arm back from around me and slid it in between my legs. He pulled so I had no choice but to scoot over closer to him. "I like satin," he said for the benefit of those watching. I'd chosen to wear jeans with a long sleeved, pink, satin blouse. He rubbed his hand down over the fabric covering my stomach before lifting his arm back up around me. He pulled me close against his right side so my head could rest on his shoulder as we watched the performance. Allan finished and they called the name of a woman sitting at another table. As we watched her, his left hand began rubbing little circles on my thigh. His hand inched higher until it was under the tail of my shirt completely concealed from anyone who might glance our way. His fingertip began to run up and down the seam of my jeans from the bottom of the zipper to my crotch. His touch was light, with just enough pressure to tickle the skin under the seam. Suddenly he looked me in the eyes and held my gaze as his palm opened and pressed against my lower stomach. His hand was almost cupping me with two fingers between my legs, against the upper curve of my mound. He bent his head and kissed me. As our mouths opened so our tongues could play, those two fingers began to move up and down pressing harder against the seam of my jeans. I could feel my nipples getting hard and one hand lifted to caress the back of his head. Our backs were to the wall so we could see the whole bar. Unless someone turned around and looked, we wouldn't be noticed. When we came up for air, all eyes were on the stage and no one was paying any attention. He gave me a slow smile before removing his hand from under my shirt and picking up his beer. The song ended and Paula turned back around toward the table. She told us we were too quiet. She made a joke about us playing with each other and everyone laughed. Little did they know that was exactly what Dennis had been doing! I excused myself to use the restroom but found the door locked. I was forced to stand in the short hallway outside it waiting for whoever was inside to finish and let me in. As I waited, one of the guys playing pool smiled and tipped his beer bottle at me. He looked to be in his late thirties like me. I smiled back and wondered briefly what he was doing here all alone. His scrutiny made me feel sexy as he continued to smile at me. My friends say I could easily pass for 35 even though I'll be 40 in a couple of months. I have two grown children so I have no illusions about looking like a model. My hair is long and I let a couple friends talk me into having it streaked. It took some getting used to but I have to admit that the few strands of gray aren't noticeable with the streaks. I'm pretty fit but having two babies takes its toll on a woman's body. My stomach isn't flat anymore and I know outside of surgery, it won't ever be again. My breasts require a decent bra to keep them where I want them and I'm not a thong fan. I simply have no patience for spending the day pulling my underwear out of my ass. I don't wear granny panties but thigh high briefs are comfortable. I couldn't begin to imagine what the fellow with the beer thought as he watched me wait for the restroom door to open. About the time I was moving from feeling sexy to feeling uncomfortable under his watchful eyes, the door finally opened and I escaped into the confines of the bathroom. I quickly used the facilities and exited when someone else rattled the knob. The guy with the beer was at the bar with his back to me when I walked back to the table. Dennis watched me walk toward him and stood up to meet me. The bartender was on stage just beginning a slow, country song. Dennis asked if I was ready to sing. I told him he knew I wasn't so he asked about a dance instead. That I could do. We walked onto the little dance floor and Dennis pulled me into his arms. I circled his shoulders and knew again why I like tall guys. I'm tall myself and it is so much better to be held in the arms of someone taller. My head fits better on his shoulder and I like being short enough to kiss his neck without bending down. We moved around the floor, slow dancing with the other couples. The bartender sounded pretty good. As he sang the chorus Dennis let his hands slide down my back so he was holding my hips. He pulled me up flush against him and I could feel the bulge under his zipper. It pressed solidly against my lower stomach. He took a slight step back and then pushed up against me again. His eyes held mine as our lower bodies pressed against each other. Suddenly another couple stepped into us. Dennis swept me around out of harm's way as they apologized. He nodded his understanding at them and pulled me even closer against him. I couldn't resist kissing his neck. As we moved into the darkest part of the dance floor I opened my lips and gently scraped my teeth over the cord in his neck. My own neck is very sensitive and I was hoping he would take the hint and do the same to me. He ducked his head and put his lips against my ear. I felt the warm wetness of his tongue playing along the surface of my skin. The tip gently traced the whorls of my ear before he bit my earlobe as I'd done to his a few minutes earlier. "Oh God," I gasped. Dennis turned his head a little and kissed me. His lips were firm against mine. His mouth opened and he brushed my tongue with his. I opened my mouth and his tongue moved all the way in. It rubbed against the surface of mine, stimulating me even further. He moved it in and out, imitating the sex act and I closed my lips to hold it still. I sucked on it briefly as his hand dropped to cover one cheek and pull me even tighter against him. I was becoming more aroused by the moment. He knew it and we were both slightly breathless when we pulled apart. Between my remembrance of our last date and the feel of his hard cock pressed against me, we could have left right then. I was that ready. "Can you feel how hard you've made me?" he asked as his breath stirred the hair near my ear. "Yes," I groaned back at him. We turned so his back was to the room and no one could see his hand on my ass. Our heads were side by side so we could whisper to each other without anyone else hearing. He held me against him, our feet not moving at all now. "You know it's only ten o'clock," he continued, his hand massaging my butt and upper thigh as he kept pressing himself against me. "We can't leave yet," I complained breathlessly as his other hand moved down to cup the other cheek. "I'm as hard as a rock." With that he actually pulled me closer and rubbed me against his cock, thrusting his hips at me. The feeling was exquisite. The bar had long since faded away in my mind until it was just us... alone... in the dark. I was so incredibly turned on that I knew he could easily have continued and he'd have brought me to climax right there on the dance floor. The sound of clapping snapped me back to reality. The bartender's song was finished and he was receiving a round of applause from the bar's patrons. We joined in before returning to our table. Dennis walked close behind me so no one could see his erection pushing boldly against the cloth covering it. Under cover of the table, I watched him adjust himself so it stretched down against his thigh. I wondered if it was painful. When I dropped my hand down to my lap, he took it in his and placed it on top of the bulge. I tried to hold my hand still so I wouldn't add to the discomfort but it was impossible. The heat coming from his skin had me pushing against it. I felt an answering jerk from it. Then my fingers spread and I pressed my fingertips all the way down it, shaping it, feeling the solidness of it. He was talking to one of the other guys and drinking his beer but his eyes were on mine as I ran one finger around the corona and down over the head. It jerked against me again and became even more noticeable as it strained upwards. Slowly I cupped my hands around it and began to stroke up and down, just a couple of times because I knew we couldn't continue. His hand dropped down to cover mine and he pressed my hand down hard on himself. To anyone looking he appeared to be moving into a more comfortable position but I knew what he was doing. He held my hand in his and still looking into my eyes, he smiled before moving them both over to my lap. We continued to talk and laugh as the clock crept ever closer to eleven. He had adjusted himself a couple of times since I quit touching him and I knew his erection was gone. Finally I began making noises about getting up early the next day for work. Dennis went outside to warm up the truck while I waited inside. The excitement I'd felt earlier was coming back. I could feel my nipples getting hard as I gathered up my coat and purse. Dennis came back inside and sat down to get warmed up from being out in the cold. He rubbed his hands together before drinking the last of his beer. His eyes flicked down over me and seemed to stop their descent when he saw my nipples poking proudly against the front of my shirt. The bra I'd chosen for tonight was another pushup one but these cups were formed from thin lace. It just wasn't enough fabric to conceal my excitement. He stood up quickly and took my coat from me. Wrapping it around me so I could put my arms into it, he managed to keep prying eyes from seeing the evidence of my arousal. "Are you sure you're ready to go?" he asked. "Oh yes," I answered. "I'm ready to go home." He took my hand in his, we said our goodbyes and left the bar. He had locked the doors of the truck to keep anyone from stealing it as it sat idling in the bar's parking lot. He hurried to unlock the passenger door but didn't pull it open. Instead he turned and pulled me into his arms. I knew he planned to kiss me and when his lips descended, I raised up to meet them. This was no tentative meeting of lips. There was nothing shy about the kiss at all. Our lips met hungrily, both of us greedy for the feel of the other. My hands pulled against his shoulders as I arched up against him. His hands pulled me tight against his hips as he backed me up against the door of his truck. He held me there with his lower body as his hands moved upwards, cupping my breasts inside my coat, making me moan into his mouth. He curled his fingers so they were almost like claws and scraped them down over my breasts. He continued the movements across the tight buds of my nipples as I whimpered uncontrollably. His hips pushed against me and I could feel how hard he was again. Karaoke Night It was a typical Friday night at home. Linda had gotten home from work and after dinner we sat on the couch watching some TV. As usual there wasn't much on and she was beginning to drift into sleep. It was my night out and she knew that I would be heading out soon. As I said it was a typical night. She knew where I would be going and knew what time I would be home. Or so we both thought at that point. Boy, where we both wrong. It was Karaoke night at my favorite hang out and I had just finished singing a song when I noticed two women at the bar watching me. I smiled as I walked past them and they smiled back. I sat back at my table and was thumbing through the song list when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and it was the ladies that where sitting at the bar. They asked if they could join me and I said sure. You know, just being a nice guy. We started some polite conversation and they introduced themselves as Starr and Janelle. As I was thumbing through the song list the girls sat on either side of me helping me pick out songs to sing. I picked a favorite Uncle Cracker song of mine and we talked some more. My turn came up to sing and once I was done I got the usual response from the audience. I knew a lot of people there and was applauded and encored (That song is one of my best). That's when the night started to get really interesting. When I sat back down Starr and Janelle placed their hands on each of my legs and leaned into me smiling. Starr said she loved that song and that I sounded great. Talk about ego inflation. I had two beautiful women at my side and was having a good night of singing. What could be better? After a few more drinks and some more singing the girls asked if I would like to go back to their place. As tempting as it sounded I explained to them that I was pretty sure that my wife would not like that one bit. Damn, but the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy. Janelle suggested that I call Linda and tell her what I was doing. Was she crazy? Just then Starr grabbed my sell and scrolled my numbers till she found my home number and she hit the dial button. No stopping now I had to talk to Linda. When she answered the phone I could hear the sleep in her voice when she said hello. She obviously heard the nervous tone in my voice because she asked what I got pulled over for now (I don't have the best driving record....hehe). I told her I was not in trouble but needed to ask her something. I was totally honest with her and told her I had an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy with two woman. She knew about the fantasy but was not interested in fulfilling it. When she said it was ok I just about hit the floor. She just told me I would have to tell her all about it. As I hung up the phone the girls already had their coats on and where heading for the door. I followed them out and they told me to follow then to their place. When we got to the house we walked in hand in hands. It was a small house but very nice. When we got inside Starr sat on the couch and I took a seat in a nearby chair. Janelle went to get some drinks and after handing me one she sat by Starr. I looked around and noticed pictures of Starr with some guy and others of her and Janelle. I thought that was kind of odd. The guy looked a lot like Janelle and I thought Starr must be dating her brother. The girls started fondling and kissing and I started to get a little more than turned on. And when Janelle pulled Starr's shirt of and I saw her tits I just about exploded in my pants. As Janelle started kissing her way down Starr's body she pulled at Starr's jeans exposing one of the most beautiful bodies I've ever seen. Now Starr was pulling at Janelle's cloths and soon they where both down to just their panties. Starr was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and Janelle had her face buried between her thighs. I couldn't take much more and started stroking myself through my jeans. When Janelle stood and Starr pulled her panties down they must have heard the thud when my jaw hit the floor. They both looked at me and giggled. Janelle had a dick! What the fuck? Janelle sat next to Starr and they both explained that Janelle and Starr where married but Janelle (John I soon found out) had always known he was a woman and Starr understood and would support him through his transformation. Janelle explained that she would not do the full transformation because she still liked having a dick. Hey, that was cool. They told me if I wanted to I could leave and they would not be hurt or upset. Are you kidding? Leave to beautiful women? So what if one had a dick. This sounded way to fun to pass up. And hell, Linda said she wanted details. What a story I would have for her. The girls walked over to me and began pulling my cloths off and when they had me naked and saw my dick hard and laying against my stomach they both smiled. Janelle stated that I was much bigger than she was. I smiled and said guess we'll just have to see about that. Starr kneeled and took my head into her mouth and Janelle stepped forward to me. This was going to be a new experience for me. Sucking dick? Never did that before, but what the hell. I took her flaccid cock into my mouth and felt the soft skin between my lips. I could taste her pre-cum on my tongue. A mild salty taste, but not unpleasant. Starr was taking me deeper into her mouth and I could feel Janelle getting harder in mine. I was slowly sucking on Janelle's cock and cupping her balls when Starr lifted my legs over the arms of the chair . When her tongue touched my asshole I just about lost it. Fuck that felt good. Her saliva was lubing my ass good and she slowly slipped a finger inside. When she took my cock back into her mouth I came immediately. Starr looked a Janelle and in a gargled voice said "you have got to taste this." With that Janelle bent over and kissed Starr deeply swapping my cum between them. Starr stood up and bent over and kissed me and I could taste my self on her lips. Janelle kissed me next and again I tasted myself. Then Janelle got on her knees and took me deep into her mouth. I was so excited that my cock was still stiff and didn't show any sings of giving up tonight. As Janelle was sucking me Starr laid on her back between Janelle's legs and began to suck her balls and stroke her cock. At that point Janelle stiffened and he mouth wrapped tighter around my dick. She was filling Starr's mouth with another load of cum. Starr climbed on the chair and stood on the arms of it as she brought her pussy to my mouth. I flicked my tongue across her clit and captured it between my teeth as I gently bit down. Damn, this woman was wet. Her juices where running down her legs and I eagerly lapped them up. When I stuck my tongue inside her she moaned in pleasure pressing her pussy harder against my face. Janelle was still working my cock with her mouth and was now working Starr's clit with her thumb. Starr exploded in an intense orgasm as her juices damn near drowned me. Janelle laid on the floor and after crawling off the chair Starr climbed on top of her I a 69. As Starr took Janelle's cock into her mouth Janelle began to lick and suck at her pussy. I took this opportunity to take Starr from behind and with one thrust buried my cock into her pussy . She moaned loudly around Janelle's dick and I could feel Janelle's tongue flicking across my balls. I wrapped my fingers in Starr's hair forcing her mouth deeper onto Janelle's cock. I pulled my cock from Starr's pussy and Janelle swallowed it deep into her throat. As I fucked Janelle's throat she shoved three fingers into Starr's pussy. Starr thrust back hard and with a grunt came again. Starr climbed off Janelle and bent over the couch. I stood behind her and thrust my cock back inside her. Slowly pumping in and out of her. Janelle left the room and quickly returned holding something. As she stood behind me I felt a her finger slip between my ass cheeks with a slippery liquid on it. My eyes widened a little. She was lubing my asshole. She slipped a finger inside me as I was fucking Starr and slowly worked it in and out. She spread my ass cheeks and when I felt the head of her dick pressed against my asshole I tensed up. Janelle cooed into my ear and told me to relax. I did and I could feel her cock pressing into me. The pain was intense but as I began to relax and she slipped deeper into me it became pleasurable. I was fucking Starr's pussy and Janelle was fucking my ass in a slow rhythm. God this felt good. After a few more strokes I could feel Janelle tense and her cock expand and begin to pulse in my ass. She was cumming in my ass! This sent me into my own orgasm and I filled Starr's pussy with my own cum. Janelle slowly pulled her cock from my ass and I could feel her cum running down my leg. As I pulled my cock from Starr's pussy my cum flowed from her as well. Janelle and I both dived into Starr's pussy tasting my cum mixed with her juices. Janelle said she felt cheated because she had not felt my cock inside her man pussy. I smiled and told her to give me a couple minutes and then she would not be so cheated. That didn't quite seem to fit in her plans. She knelt down and started sucking my cock. Starr decided that that was to much fun to miss out on and she began sucking and licking my balls. I was hard again in no time. I sat on the couch and Janelle straddled me lowering her ass to my cock. As my cock pressed to her man pussy she sighed with pleasure slowly lowering herself onto me. I guess this wasn't good enough for Janelle because after a few strokes and she was used to my size inside her she pulled off of me and turned around. Sitting back on my lap and taking my cock back into her ass she grabbed Starr by the hair and pulled her mouth to her cock. Janelle rocked back and forth on my cock and Starr had her cock deep in her throat. Starr was cupping and massaging my balls and I reached around cupping and massaged Janelle's balls. Starr was thumbing her clit and had two fingers buried deep in her pussy. We all ended up cumming at the same time. I filled Janelle's ass with my cum, she filled Starr's mouth with hers, and Starr flooded her hand with her own juices. We all went to their bed and slept for the rest of the night exhausted. When I woke the next morning the girls where in the shower and I joined them. We all washed each other, and after dressing and some shared kissing we said our goodbyes. As I was walking out the door Starr handed me a gold card pass to the most elite men's club in town. She told me I would have to bring Linda If I wanted to get in. I agreed and left. When I got home I was really nervous. I expected to see my bags at the door and no Linda to be found. To my surprise Linda was sitting on the couch coffee in hand and a cup ready for me. She smiled and said, "have fun? Tell me a story." God did I have a story for her. I sat down showed her the gold card pass and began my tale. That night we used the pass. But, that is another story for another time. Karaoke Night It was a lads holiday, but only because there were two of them, and they were lads. They'd got a good deal on the package and managed to get a two bed, ground floor apartment in a decent looking complex in a destination that had been touted for its debauchery and loose morals; they'd been there for four days now, waiting for this place to live up to the hype, but were starting to lose faith. They'd chatted up loads of girls, but it seemed that all of them were either attached, or looking for the kind of hunks they'd seen on TV; Craig and Todd weren't athletic types, so the pickings, for them at least, were slim, and they'd both returned to their rooms alone. On the fourth night, at around 1am, they found a Karaoke bar. Todd was feeling a little the worse for wear, having switched from lager to shorts about an hour earlier, so he found a table while Craig went to the bar for some drinks and the song book. When Craig got to the table, Todd was sat down with his head resting on the top, he jumped when Craig slammed the drink, a Red Bull & vodka, next to his head. "This should wake you up a bit!" He shouted over a group of drunk girls murdering 'Papa Don't Preach', then he sat back and scanned through the list. There were a few songs on the sheet that he'd sung before at his local pub, so he chose these, not wanting to show himself up too much; he wasn't really looking for a holiday fling now, but you never knew, there might be a girl who'd fall for his voice, if not his looks. He was called up to sing ten minutes later, the crowd was thinning; those left in the bar were all in good spirits and even joined in with the chorus. Although there were free seats available, there was a couple sat on their table. Todd had found his second wind and was talking animatedly with a lad of around 20, his girlfriend was staring at the stage, at Craig, with a wry smile on her face, one hand on her drink and the other on her bare thigh. The song finished to a smattering of applause as Craig left the stage and rejoined Todd at the table. Todd introduced his new friends as Ryan and Millie, Craig shook their hands, Millie's gaze was piercing, he felt like her green eyes were looking into his soul, but at the same time he didn't feel uncomfortable; quite the opposite in fact as he kissed her cheek. Noticing their glasses were empty, Craig offered to buy them a drink; Millie started to say something, but Ryan butted in, asking for two double JD and Cokes, Todd said he'd have the same, Millie looked dejected. At the bar, Craig ordered the drinks and was only half listening to the barmaid whilst looking back towards the table at Millie. Both Todd and Ryan were laughing and slapping each on the back; Millie was sat with her chin resting in her hands, her elbows on the table, occasionally glancing towards the bar. "That'll be 30 Pesetas love!" The barmaids voice brought him back to the present. "Quite pretty isn't she? Shame about the dick she's with. Engaged to the creep, by the look of that cheap ring on her left hand. He's dragged her in here every night so far." Craig looked at the barmaid, bemused, he pulled out two notes from his wallet, handed them to her and looked back at Millie. She was pretty; he hadn't really got past her eyes, but now he had a good view, he took her in. Her hair was shoulder length and mousy brown, she had a slight frame and her breasts were small but perky, her legs were slender and tanned. She wasn't the type he'd normally go for, but the type he was normally attracted to, weren't attracted to him here. "Any port in a storm." He thought. "Hey! Daydreamer?" The barmaid was back with his change, she folded it into his hand. "You've got a good voice." She said, "I sometimes duet with the decent singers in this place. You fancy a sing? Might get her a little worked up!" "Er, yeah." He replied, "You know 'Somethin' Stupid'?" "Ooh, you smooth bugger!" She winked, "Five minutes. I'll let DJ Dave know." He took the drinks back to the table, Ryan snatched his and swigged it. Millie took hers and thanked him. Todd restarted their conversation, something about a group of girls in the far corner and what they'd do to each of them. Craig looked at Millie and smiled, she smiled back with a smile filled with sadness and Craig's heart melted, he wanted to pick her up and whisk her away. They chatted like friends, ignoring the increasingly bawdy conversation of the other two. In what felt like seconds, DJ Dave announced the next singers, "Craig and Marina!" Craig looked to the stage and saw the barmaid beckoning him, he got up, his new and old friends shocked as he took to the stage to sing with a woman 25 years his senior. The song went well, Marina connected with Craig like they'd been singing together for years, there was a chemistry between them and the audience seemed to notice. Millie noticed. Craig could see her pouting every time he looked in her direction, her arms were crossed, her knees together, her eyes had darkened. Marina gave Craig a kiss on the cheek as they left the stage and went their separate ways. Craig approached the table with some trepidation, Millie glared at him as he sat opposite her. Todd and Ryan barely noticed she was there until she stood up and stormed off to the toilet. "What's got into her?" Ryan asked nobody in particular, Craig just shrugged his shoulders. She returned ten minutes later, her cheeks tear stained, but she was smiling as she sat down and looked at her empty glass. Craig smiled at her, asked if she wanted a refill, then went to the bar. "Is she okay now?" The barmaid asked as he got there. "She's fine." He said. "I think the drink must be getting to her." "It's not the drink getting to her, it's you, you daft lump!" Marina laughed. "I've seen them in here every night and he just ignores her. You're the only one who's paid her any attention. "And she collared me in the lav." She continued, "Wanting to know why I was flirting with you on stage? You're nice an' all, but you're a bit young for me! That's what I told her anyway. She's nice, but I think that feller of her's has sent her a bit, you know?" Craig knew. This girl was definitely damaged goods, but he liked her, and the more he got to know her, he wanted to help her. He sat back at their table, Todd and Ryan both snatched their drinks, Millie smiled before she took her glass, reclined and placed her bare foot on his lap as she sipped her drink. Craig looked at Ryan and Todd, who were oblivious and staring at a woman, debating whether her obviously fake tits, were real or not, and which of them should be the one to ask her. Millie's foot was hidden from Todd by the table, so she curled her toes towards Craig's crotch, brushing him gently, causing him to shift uncomfortable as his hardness grew. She licked her lips provocatively as she traced his length with her toe. He thought he could see her nipples poking at the thin fabric of her short summer dress as she dropped a hand to her lap so she could stroke her inner thigh suggestively. Two lads on the next table were watching intently, their tongues almost hanging out of their mouths as they watched the show, staring as her hand travelled slowly up her outstretched leg and under the hem of her dress. "Fuck!" Ryan shouted, Millie dropped her leg and composed herself quickly, Craig sat up, shocked, nearly spilling his drink. Ryan hadn't noticed his girl and Craig, he was more worried about missing the booze cruise they'd booked for tomorrow. "We'd better get back babe." He said, "We're up early tomorrow." They all stood, Craig shook Ryan's hand, then Millie leaned in for a hug with one arm around his neck, the other reached down to squeeze his hard cock. She whispered in his ear, "Maybe next time." Then followed Ryan out of the bar. Todd hadn't noticed their cavorting, he slumped in his seat. Craig looked over at the guys on the next table, one of them gave him a thumbs-up and a wide grin. It was two AM when they left the bar, Marina waved to them as they went. "See you tomorrow!" She shouted after them, Craig raised his hand in reply, then took charge of Todd as he fumbled open the door and stumbled towards the road. The following night, Craig and Todd went to the karaoke bar again, but Ryan and Millie were nowhere to be seen. Marina hadn't seen them either, but she told Craig that those that went on booze cruises during the day, were rarely seen in bars the following night. They both enjoyed themselves anyway, Craig sang with Marina and also with another girl, whose friends had refused to get up with her, but whom Todd kept company and flirted outrageously with whilst Craig and their friend were on stage. Todd attempted to talk one girl into going back to their apartment, but her friends were moving to the next bar, and Todd was a little the worse for wear. They left the bar at 2am, Todd, as usual, being led by the slightly more sober Craig. The next night, Ryan was in the bar but Millie was absent; Ryan told them that she was still feeling rough and couldn't come out, Craig was unsure if he believed it. Todd and Ryan then spent the rest of the night chatting up as many girls as they could whilst getting quickly inebriated. The night was over by 12:30; Craig was relieved. Ryan's constant attempts at womanising, shouting insults at girls who rejected him, and boorish behaviour were draining, but Todd was lapping it up, hanging on Ryan's every word and even trying some of his pick-up techniques. Craig dumped Todd onto his bed, he turned over on his front and fell asleep immediately. Craig went to his own room and sat on the bed, he was worried about Millie; not buying the story that Ryan had spun. There was something about Ryan, apart from the obvious, that he didn't like. He slept an uneasy sleep, with Millie centre stage in his dreams. At 9am the pool was empty, most of the residents too hung over to be out of bed. Craig had a swim to clear his head; he was worried about Millie, and Ryan's behaviour last night had disturbed him. He didn't know what he would do if she wasn't out tonight. He needn't have worried; at 10:30pm they walked into the karaoke bar and sat next to Todd, Craig was on stage, without Marina, singing 'Diamonds Are Forever'. There was a theme tonight; men had to sing women's songs, and girls were singing men's. There had already been some interesting choices, but Craig's was one of the best so far. Millie was looking at Craig with an excited look in her eyes, Ryan looked disinterested in everything apart from the other girls in the bar. Halfway through Craig's song, Ryan tapped Todd's shoulder and they left to play pool on the tables outside, leaving Millie alone. Craig took a bow to a rousing round of a applause as a girl took to the stage to sing 'Green, Green Grass of Home'. He felt like he'd floated to the table with Millie's bright smile guiding him in to land. "That was fantastic!" She beamed. "Thanks." He blushed. "I'm so glad to see you. I really missed you last night." "I wasn't really up to it. Ryan..." She left the sentence unfinished and looked away from him, embarrassed. "What about him?" Craig asked. "Are you okay?" She didn't answer, so he changed topic. "Are you singing tonight?" "Marina said I could join her, if I didn't fancy going up alone." She replied brightly, "I might need a few more of these though!" She rattled the ice at the bottom of her empty glass. Subtle hint taken, Craig went to the bar. "Look after her tonight." Marina said as she served their drinks. "I've a bad feeling about him and I'm sure she's covering up bruises." Craig said he would, and that he thought the same; Millie was covering for Ryan, he knew something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what to do about it. As he walked back to Millie, he saw Todd and Ryan outside playing pool. Todd looked over and waved, Ryan ignored him. There was a stack of coins on the corner of the table, which meant that they'd be busy out there for a while, leaving him and Millie relatively undisturbed. Sitting next to her, so they could both face the stage, Millie took hold of Craig's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed gently back and they looked at each other, her lips parted, lust in her eyes as she placed his hand on her thigh and leaned towards him. Their lips touched, a spark of electricity jumped between them as their mouths opened and their tongues danced. Millie's name was announced over the speakers, bringing them back into the room after a ten seconds which seemed like ten hours. His head was spinning as she got up and made her way to the stage to join Marina. As the girls were singing, Todd came in and sat next to Craig, Ryan stayed by the door alternating his glare between Millie and Craig. Craig didn't know if Ryan had seen him and Millie kissing, but Todd whispered in his ear, "He's not happy that you two are getting along so well. Apparently you're all she's talked about since we met them; you'd better be careful." Craig shrugged, then looked over at Ryan and smiled; Ryan either didn't notice, or didn't care. Todd got up before the song finished and went back to Ryan, slapping him on the shoulder and guiding him back to the pool table. As the girls left the stage, Marina kept her arm across Millie's shoulders and led her towards the bar. They both looked like they were conspiring as Millie leaned on the bar and Marina served drinks. Craig wondered if he should go up and see what was happening, but he remembered Todd's thinly veiled warning and decided to stay put. She came back to the table with two drinks and a key dangling from a rabbit's foot keychain. She leaned towards Craig's ear, "There's an empty apartment above the bar." She whispered, "Marina just gave me the key." He looked across at Marina, who was pouring a drink but looking over at them. She gave him a wink as Millie continued. "There's a stairway behind here that we can get to through the emergency exit near the toilets." Craig turned his head to protest, his head knew this was wrong, but his heart leapt at the thought. His mind was made up when she stopped his thoughts with a kiss. "As soon as Marina sees them start another game, she'll give us a nod." There was excitement in Millie's eyes and it was infectious, Craig's heart was racing. He heard the balls drop on one of the pool tables and he looked towards Marina, but she gave no sign. He stood and looked at the tables through the window behind him and saw a couple setting up a game, but Todd and Ryan were still playing their current one. Millie was watching the stage, their drinks nearly empty, when Ryan walked to the bar and ordered beers for Todd and himself. He looked at them suspiciously as he walked back to the pool tables, Craig gave him a friendly nod but Ryan just looked at him as he walked. Craig glanced at Marina as he turned back towards the stage and just caught her giving him a thumbs-up. He heard the balls drop on Ryan and Craig's table so he squeezed Millie's thigh. She looked at Marina, who nodded, then she got up, whispered to Craig, "Two minutes, the exit near the toilets." Then walked towards the toilets. Todd walked in seconds later and sat in Millie's seat, "Not about to do something stupid are you?" He said, "You know? Like fuck her in the bogs?" "What? With her boyfriend out there?" Craig answered, "I'm not that bloody stupid!" "Well Ryan thinks there's something going on between you two, and I'm not sure myself." Craig got up, "Well I need a piss myself now. Want to join me, make sure I don't do anyone I shouldn't?" He said angrily. "I think I will." Todd said, "But only because I need a wee." They both walked to the toilets, Craig saw the emergency exit door, which had recently been opened and was now almost closed; Todd hadn't seen it, but he didn't know of it's significance. They both walked into the toilets, Todd trying to casually look under the stall doors for Millie's pumps, Craig went straight to the urinals. "Happy now?" Craig asked. Todd grunted, finished up and left. Craig finished, washed his hands, then bought a pack from the condom machine. He looked left, out towards the tables where Todd had just joined Ryan; they had a discussion then carried on with their game. Craig looked towards the exit door, back at the pool tables, then went out of the back door and into the cool air. The stairs ran up the back of the building, he could see light from the windows of the apartment above, then he saw Millie's head appear from around the door; he climbed the stairs two at a time and embraced her at the top. They entered the apartment, Millie hugged Craig tight to her. They kissed hungrily, Craig closing the door behind him with his foot as he unzipped her dress and pushed it from her shoulders. He caressed her pert, bra-less breasts, rubbing his thumb over her hard nipples. He suckled on them as she fumbled with his belt, pulling him closer to the bed, stopping as the back of her legs reached the wooden frame. He pushed her dress down, then her panties, exposing her smooth, shaved slit. They kissed as he pulled off the rest of his clothes, tongues exploring each other's mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies. He grabbed her firm buttocks and lifted her to him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed herself to be lifted onto the bed. He kissed her mouth, then her neck, moving slowly to caress and suckle her breasts, then down her flat stomach to her glistening pussy. His tongue travelled the length of her slit, making her shiver, then he parted her folds and entered her, tasting her sweet juices and flicking her engorged clit. She moaned softly as he penetrated her with his finger, drawing small circles around her hole while he continued to massage her clit with his tongue. He pushed another finger inside her tight vagina, his tongue now vigorously working her to a state of frenzy. Her hands were fluttering on the back of his head as a third finger joined the other two and curled up towards her g-spot. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her, her hands grasping at Craig's hair as her juices covered his face. He looked up from between her legs; Millie's stomach rising and falling as she recovered. He kissed his way back to her neck, nuzzling as she shifted herself to accept his rigid penis. He paused at her entrance, the tip, dripping pre-cum, rubbing against her pink, swollen lips. She kissed him deeply as he entered her slowly, her pussy slick with saliva and her own cum. Her eyes opened wide with surprise as she noticed the size of the tool invading her; he slowed as he felt resistance, then pulled out slightly. He looked at her, her eyes hungry as he slid back into her warmth. She groaned as their groins met and he gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size. Withdrawing slowly, he paused with his head still parting her, then, as he drove back in, she whimpered. He kept a slow pace until she locked her heels around his back and pulled him in, forcing him to speed up, begging him to fuck her harder, faster, pounding her until she screamed in ecstasy, clawing at his back as she came. He rolled off her, panting, their breathing synchronised as she lay next to him, holding his hand, squeezing it. He rolled onto his side and looked at her, she looked back at him and smiled. He reached out and caressed her, running his hand slowly over the underside of her smooth skin of her perfect breasts and across her belly. His finger traced up her moist cunt, entered her gently, then drew a line back up her stomach and up to her lips. She sucked his finger then rolled on her side to meet him and pushed him onto his back. Meanwhile, downstairs, Ryan had noticed that both Millie and Craig were missing. He stormed towards the toilets, barging people out of the way as he entered the men's room. He stood in the doorway for a second before he noticed moans from the far stall; he raced to it and hammered on the door. There was a surprised gasp from the copulating couple as Ryan kicked open the door and pulled the girl backwards by her hair as she screamed. Quickly realising it wasn't Millie or Craig, Ryan ran out of the men's room and towards the ladies. Karaoke Night "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Marina stopped him before he ran into the ladies toilet. "Looking for my cheating whore and that slimy scumfucker!" He spat back at her. "They're in there and you're fucking in on it!" "I don't think so, you bullying little shit!" Marina's eyes cut through him, he stepped back and she advanced towards him, but his adrenaline was up and his courage returned; he pushed Marina out of the way and entered the ladies toilet. "Get out here you little slut!" He screamed as he entered the room, followed by an angry Marina and two doormen. Ryan saw a couple poke their heads around a doorway before he was dragged backwards, manhandled towards the exit and deposited in the street. He got to his feet and tried to run back into the bar, but he was immediately stopped and hustled to the pavement once more. Todd came to his aid, but was told to take his friend away before they got into trouble. Ryan, thinking he could outsmart the bouncers, tried again to enter but was denied, instead earning himself an unflattering trip onto his backside. Ryan shouted obscenities into the now crowded entrance which, unfortunately for him, attracted the attention of the Garda, earning him a seat in a police car and, after questioning the bouncers and Marina, a trip to the local police station. Todd asked Marina if she knew where Craig and Millie were, she lied, telling him that she thought they'd left. Todd nodded, decided to call it a night and left for his apartment, thinking that that was where he would find them. Upstairs: Craig could hear cheers and boos from the bar below, but he wasn't paying attention to them; he was tracing his finger over bruises old and new on Millie's arms and sides as she sat astride him. He sat up and held her close, kissing her neck and her earlobes softly, gently nibbling them as her hips rocked in his lap. He whispered to her that he was close to cumming and he had condoms, she kissed him. "We're safe." She said, "Ryan's been trying to get me pregnant so I'll stay with him, so I've been secretly taking the pill since we got engaged." She pushed him back gently and positioned herself with his cock at her moist lips. Pushing back, her mouth open as he entered her; impaling herself fully on his erection, this time with no resistance, she rocked herself to a powerful orgasm. Her cunt muscles rippling and milking his penis as she rode him, his hands on her breasts, fingers tweaking and pinching her nipples. She screamed out a name that wasn't his, and wasn't Ryan's, gripping his sides with her thighs as her climax ripped through her. She collapsed forward, breathing heavily, he was still inside her and hadn't yet had his own release. He rolled her onto her back and raised her legs to his shoulders. He started slowly, getting her used to this new position, she could feel him penetrating deeper than before. Through gritted teeth she cried, "Harder! Fuck me!" He ploughed into her, slamming his cock into her slick wanton pussy. They came together in a cacophony of lustful grunts and groans as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum erupted from him, sending her over the edge again as another orgasm swept through her. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him trapped in her as she revelled in the sensation of his cock still pulsing and shrinking from her. A rivulet of cum ran from her pussy, down her bum and onto the bed as his flaccid penis fell from her. She sighed, sad that they were no longer connected carnally, and she released him from her grip. He collapsed by her side and kissed her tenderly. She rolled to him and nestled in the crook of his arm as he held her tightly to him. Twice more that night they made love; the last time quietly and tenderly, the din downstairs had stopped, no longer needed to mask their copulation as her last scream of ecstasy died. They parted and then fell asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms. Sunlight poured through the open window and fell across Craig's face, waking him. He turned over and faced the empty pillow next to him, he took a moment to realise that Millie wasn't there. He reached out and his hand brushed a hastily scrawled note: "Craig, I'm sorry I had to leave. Last night was the last of my holiday and thanks to you, it was wonderful. My flight leaves at 10 so I had to go. If you're around Sheffield, please call, I'd love to see you again. Ryan won't be there, I've promised myself that I'm leaving him as soon as I get back. These last two weeks with him have made me realise that he's not the one, and I can live without him. Thank you. Love, Millie." She'd written her address and phone number underneath and signed it with a smiley face. Craig was sad; he didn't want to be the cause of their break-up, but he knew their relationship was doomed, that Millie would have a better life without Ryan. He held the note to his chest for a moment, then got up and dressed. His footsteps echoed hollowly as he descended down the metal steps and around the building to the front of the bar. Marina was there, hosing down the excesses of the night before into the gutter. "You caused some trouble last night young man." She said to him as he handed her the key. "Really?" He replied, "All I did was show a girl a good time." She chuckled and told him of Ryan's adventure and ultimate ride in the back of a police car. "I'm not pressing charges though, it was partly my fault, but I knew you'd treat her better." She nudged him, "There's something about you kiddo!" Craig shrugged. "I'm not sure how he'll get home though? If he's spent the night in the cells, he'll have missed his flight." Marina didn't care. "It's his own hard luck." She said, "If he were a nicer person I'd probably feel sorry for him, but I can't even find the strength to pity him!" Craig agreed. Marina gave him a motherly hug and he left for his apartment. Millie sat next to an empty seat as the plane accelerated and rose into the clear sky. Looking out of the window she thought she could see the bar where she'd finally decided to be happy and take control of her life, but she wasn't sure from this distance. She didn't know why Ryan hadn't turned up for the flight home, but she was glad he wasn't there; it made this all easier. At the baggage carousel she rang her mum; both parents ran to see her as she stepped off the train in Sheffield, her mum exhaling a sigh of relief as Millie told her she'd be moving back home. They went back to Millie's flat the next day and removed all her stuff. She left a note on top of the TV remote saying, "I've gone. Don't try to find me. Don't try to contact me. I won't be back. M." She closed the door, posted the key through the letterbox and walked away.