The nightclub was fairly full on this warm Saturday night in June of 1986. The oldies and classic rock played as the crowd of mostly middle-aged party seekers mingled and mixed.

My buddies and I had decided to stop in and check out the crowd as we cruised bar to bar in search of some interesting ladies. As we were in our early twenties we certainly stood out as we moved throughout the club.

 I split from the group and worked through the bustling crowd to one of the stand up bars. The bartender looked me over quick and asked what I wanted.

"Rye and coke, double."

She nodded and gave me a smile as she mixed it quickly. She was around forty, with long blonde hair and a nice set of tits. The low slung jeans hugged her curvy hips tightly.

She put the glass in front of me and put her hand out.  I gently placed a folded ten in her open palm, my fingers lingering over hers as I gave her a wink.

"Thanks." 

"Anytime," she replied with a wry smile.

I turned away and found myself face to face with a tall, busty brunette. She was approaching fifty and her brown eyes were looking directly into mine.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, yourself," she replied with a slightly crooked smile. "You're a handsome young man."

"Thank you," I replied.

"Are you single?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," I chuckled. "Why do you ask?"

She stepped back a little and slowly looked me up and down, her eyes traveling my six foot frame.

"Hmmm," she murmured. "Tall, handsome, nice dresser, you look to be very healthy and fit..."

"And?" I quizzed with a grin.

"You would be perfect for my daughter," she giggled as she raised the glass of wine to her lips and emptied it. "She would like you."

"Let me get you a refill," I offered.

"Sure, whatever you say, handsome." 

I turned back to the bar and found the bartender waiting with the wine bottle. I looked at her as she poured the wine and gave her a smile. Her eyes twinkled brightly as she smiled back.

"There you go," she said with a wink.

 I handed her another ten and nodded my thanks before turning back to the lovely woman waiting for me.

"Thanks, handsome," she purred as she took the glass.

"So, what's this about your daughter?" I asked.

"Oh, she would be perfect for you," she said as her hand touched my chest. "She's about your age and very pretty."

"Pretty like you?" I asked.

She giggled and rested her hand on my chest again. "Prettier "

"I doubt it," I responded. "You are beautiful."

 She gave me a big smile and tossed her long brown hair.

"Oh, come on now..."

"No, really," I insisted. "You're a very attractive and appealing woman."

She smiled and blushed slightly. "About my daughter..."

"Is she tall like you?" I asked.

She nodded and took a gulp of wine.

 I stepped back slightly and looked her up and down, making it obvious that I was checking her out.

Black stylish heels and long, toned legs that led to a snug black skirt hugging her shapely hips. Her slightly thick waist tapered in and the blue sequin blouse strained to hold her ample cleavage in place.

"Is she as shapely as you?" I asked as I leaned closer.

She grinned and nodded before taking another large sip from her glass.

"Is she as sexy as you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Uh, I think so..." she replied.

 I put my hands on her waist and gently pulled her against me. My hardening cock pressed into her lower belly as I held her tight and whispered in her ear.

"Why would I want a copy if I can have the original?"

Her hot breath paused for a moment before it began caressing my neck.

"I would much prefer you," I continued as my hands slowly traveled her hips and ass.

"Really?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," I replied. "I want you. The original, not the copy."

She swallowed hard and her fingers began to clutch at my chest. I felt her pushing herself into me, her pelvis rubbing against mine.

"I want you," I whispered gruffly as we were moved by the jostling crowd around us. "Tonight. Now."

"Now?" she asked hoarsely.

"Now," I replied as I took her hand and put the wine glass on the bar.

 I led her through the crowd and out the exit door into the parking lot. I stopped just outside the door and pushed her gently up against the wall.

"I want you so fucking bad," I hissed as I pushed into her.

Her lips met mine and her hands went on my waist. She pulled me into her as we kissed passionately. I ran my hands over her curvy body, feeling the firmness of her mature flesh and enjoying every inch.

I pulled away and led her to my car. I unlocked it and opened the passenger door of the Chevelle, gesturing to the rear seat as I flipped the seat back forward.

She paused for a moment, looked at me and shook her head. I nodded and gestured to the back seat with my hand. She lifted her skirt and climbed into the car. I quickly followed, closed and locked the doors and turned to face her.

She began to speak as I gently took her face in my hands and began gently kissing her.

"Just go with it," I said between kisses. "Or do you want to stop?"

"Oh, no," she replied in a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop."

I moved my right hand down and cupped her breast, feeling the heft and fullness under the material. A large nipple poked into my palm as I gently squeezed and kneaded.

 I felt her left hand on my thigh, the fingers tentatively searching for the bulge she had created. She gasped as she found it and let out a little moan.

"Oh, you're big," she exclaimed in a throaty whisper.

 I slid my hand down and under her skirt. My fingers founds her soaked crotch and stroked gently over the wet material. Small, sharp gasps passed her lips as I rubbed, ending in a soft moan as I brought her to climax.

"Oh, my..." she moaned.

 I took my hand away, leaned back and undid my pants, sliding them to my ankles and freeing my swollen cock.

We continued kissing as she roughly stroked my throbbing cock, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hand slowed and she wrapped her fingers around the thick base.

"I have to taste you," she announced in a husky voice.

She lowered her head and I felt her tongue swirling around the fat tip of my engorged cock. It traveled my shaft top to bottom as she licked the full length.

"So thick..." she moaned before taking it into her hungry mouth. She sucked slowly, taking the first six inches past her lips and making me rock hard. After a minute she pulled away.

 She hiked her skirt up and climbed onto my lap facing me. She lifted up, grabbed my thick shaft and moved it into place before slowly lowering herself down. In a few strokes the full eight inches was buried inside of her hot, silky wetness.

We sat like that for a moment and kissed. I put my hands on her large breasts as she began to move her hips. Slow, easy movements became fast, hard fucking.

We kissed passionately as she rode me and I clamped my hands on her waist as I began thrusting. She moaned and quivered.

"Oh, fuck... I'm cumming," she moaned loudly.

 I felt her tightening up and her pussy clenched on my swollen cock, causing it to burst.

 We groaned loudly as my cock erupted and buried the huge load of cum deep inside of her. Spurt after spurt filled her up as we writhed and kissed in the ecstasy of mutual orgasm.

 She let out a deep breath and collapsed onto me, her head burying into my neck and shoulder. I felt her hot, heavy breath as she panted and we slowly regained our breathing.

 I hooked my finger under her chin and lifted her face up towards mine, gently putting my lips on hers. She gently caressed my face as we kissed, her soft brown eyes looking into mine.

"That was fantastic," she whispered. "And very, very special."

"Yes, it was," I agreed. "Would you like to come home with me tonight and enjoy some more?"

She let out a sigh.

"I want to... I really do," she said as she gently stroked my face. "My friend will be looking for me... and my husband is expecting me home soon."

"Oh... I didn't realize you were married."

"I should have told you," she sighed. "But I got caught up in the moment. Don't worry, it's okay."

She kissed me deeply before climbing off my lap. We fixed our clothing and climbed out of the car and into the cool air of the parking lot. I zipped up my pants as she straightened her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair. 

 She hugged me tightly for a moment and then kissed me once more.

"Thank you for making me feel like a young girl again," she said with a big smile. "You have no idea how special this was for me."

"It was for me, too," I added. "I won't forget tonight."

"You'd better not," she teased as she headed back to the club.

As I watched her go through the door into the club I realized I had never asked her name.