In front of the bandstand, a swarm of dancers moved to the beat of the primitive music. The dancers' bodies pulsed together like a living percussion instrument. Ann's body was responding to the beat and if no one asked her to dance soon, she would have to find a good-looking kid, and ask him. A long bar, with drinkers two deep, stretched along one side of the place. Ann made her way towards the bar to get a drink.
As she fought her way through the crowd, salacious comments were hurled at her by several men, and some very young ones, too. Ann had the feeling that she was in for a good time. Squeezing into the piles of people lining the bar she waved a five-dollar bill to attract the bartender's attention. As the men standing around her noticed her, they began to move back a little so they could get a look at her.
Ann got her drink, and stood there while she drank it. Her eyes scanned the sea of people, and several studs caught her eye. She quickly finished her drink, and called for another. With two or three drinks in her, she could be a wild woman, not that she was tame when sober.
She was attracting the stares of dozens of men, and some women, but she only encouraged the ones who looked like they were too young to be in the place. She saw three handsome studs sitting at a table, and smiling at them, she lingered near them, trading smiles and stares. Finally, one of them got up and walked to her, asked her to dance and led her to the dance floor when she accepted. The kid was a good dancer, and Ann let herself go, dancing up a storm.
When the music stopped, Ann didn't let the kid get away. She asked him to dance again, and he was more than willing. The dance floor was crowded, and Ann kept bumping people with her wildly swinging ass. No one minded, though.
After a few fast songs, the band began a slow, bluesy piece. The kid said he didn't know how to dance slowly, mid tried to lead her away, but Ann didn't let him get away with that. Telling him that she would teach him, she grabbed him and held his body to hers. As soon as he felt her tits press against his chest, he seemed eager to get a dancing lesson; Ann led him around the floor, and he was a fast learner.
The mass of her big jugs was squeezed between them, and her lower belly pressed on his crotch. As she expected, the bulge in his pants began growing and g4ting hard. When she felt it, she increased her movements until she was really.giving him a good rub-down. The boy clung to her as his passion increased. Ann was beginning to feel hot again, and she knew it was going to be easy to score this kid, and maybe his friends, too. All the couples on the dance floor were holding on to each other fervently, but somehow, Ann and her partner were attached more sensuously. Maybe it was the way she moved the boy around, but whatever it was, it didn't go unnoticed by the people watching. Guys all over the room were getting hard-ons just imagining how those huge melons must feel pressed against the lucky kid's chest.
When the song ended, Ann let the boy take her back to the table where his friends were. There was a drink waiting for her and she thanked them for it.
They all wanted to ask her who she was and what she did. All the usual questions. She told them her name, and as an explanation of what she did, she said she was a tactile sensualist. She could tell that that had the desired effect on them; they got an idea of what she meant, but weren't exactly sure. Out of a sense of protocol, she asked them what their names were and what they did, but she really didn't care, and when they told her, she forgot what they said immediately. All she cared about was that they were virile young men and that they wanted to fuck her.
The band had taken a break, and Ann decided to make small talk with this bunch until the music started again, have a few dances, and then, STRIKE. As she talked with them, she kept a roving eye scouting for other candidates for her hungry cunt. She figured she could handle this bunch in fifteen or twenty minutes, and since she was drinking and feeling very loose, her appetite was going to be huge.
As they all talked, Ann began to notice that the boys seemed to be starting a subtle competition for her. The one she danced with was hinting that the other should recognize his right to her, and they seemed to be trying to make their own claims. She knew that there were problems in dealing with young kids, but they made up for it so well, it was worth the trouble.
"Look, guys," she said to them with an authoritarian tone, "there's enough to go around, so stop squabbling. When the band comes back, we'll have a few dances, then I'll take you all on." She followed that announcement with a smile and wink.
The kids were flabbergasted, and Ann hoped that she hadn't scared them away. But remembering the stiffness of the cock that poked her in the belly as she danced, she knew that they would be ready when she was. It seemed that her admonishment worked; they stopped arguing, and sat quietly waiting for the band to return. Ann was able to sip her drink, look around and savor the coming fuck. Her cunt was moistening in anticipation.
The band came back, and started playing another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her another rocker. Ann told the guys to came dance with her. She could handle all of them. The four of them wen! to the dance floor and started gyrating to the music. As they danced, Ann moved close to one of them and gave him a whack with her swinging tits. The weird attack made the boy open his eyes wide in surprise. Then she danced over to another of them and gave him a smack on the arm with her wrecking-ball knockers. Then the third kid got a taste of the same. The boys were beginning to realize what a mad woman they were dealing with.
When the music stopped, the boys stood and looked at Ann to see what she would do. but she didn't do anything. She merely waited for the band to start another number, then started dancing again. They were horny, and eager to get started on her, but she seemed to be more interested in dancing. Actually, Ann was enjoying herself dancing and she also enjoyed their impatience. She knew that a young stud kept waiting was turned into a wild animal, and the animal energy would be released on her when she decided it was time. The thought of being ravaged by these three kids, turned into horny maniacs by frustration, thrilled her and her pussy was soaking in anticipation.
They danced about three dances, then the band started a slow number. Ann looked at them, turned her back and started walking towards the door. Like a litter of puppies, they followed after her.