She noticed the three husky guys as she left the Mexican restaurant. She had been to a spontaneous dinner party that turned into huge plates of food; beans, rice, enchiladas, rellenos, tacos, salsa, chips, fundido – which she was developing an unnatural affinity for – and several tasty Margaritas. The restaurant had some great Chicanas playing on the overhead speakers.
Kristie couldn’t help herself. She started wiggling in her seat keeping time to the music, shaking her shoulders and fanny, bouncing her legs and even doing some fancy foot work all the while sitting, eating, and talking to her neighbors.
She had her long blond hair tied up with a clip in a helter skelter mess as usual. She was wearing a simple cotton blouse, some sandals, and a pair of black pedal pushers. Nothing fancy, no make up… but it was her inner spunk that the men liked.
They probably thought she was younger by the sway of her hips and the youthful look of her hair in the evening breeze. When she turned to get up, she was still shaking her bon bon to la musica while holding on to her cane. The men were not deterred by the realization of her actual age or the use of her walking implement.
“Hey,” the older man said by way of being friendly, “We were gonna ask you to dance…”
Kristie held her head up and gave them a taste of a few good shimmies and figure eights with her hips. She was naturally flirty and could see the power of her movements in their approving eyes. She loved Mexican men. They were such good lovers. They really knew how to appreciate a woman. She knew they would eat pussy for an hour like they were praying to the Madonna. Back in the day she might have bedded least two of them just for the fun of it.
A man in his forties or fifties is a treasure for a woman. They have been through enough life to know how to treat her. She couldn’t resist the urge to dance for them. She shook her fanny, waved her arms in the air, and threw in a couple of pelvic thrusts to show she still had it in her. The men all laughed finally realizing her age as a young crone. Jack came back to the table after paying the bill to escort her to the car.
“I don’t think they realized how old I was until I turned around,” she explained.
“They would have done you anyway,” he said.
When they got home, he made sure she knew how sexy she was by taking her to bed in the evening’s waning light. She counted five orgasms; one for her, one for Jack, and one each for the three Mexican guys frolicking in her mind. Shake your Bon Bon, Baby!
(First published 7/26/12)
