She smiled back, or sort of, and that was enough for Richard. The mystery MILF was dancing half dreamily, weaving her seducing paths with her suitors, or wannabe dancing partners, catching and leaving them in a pattern known only to her. But she smiled back to him, and only to him.<em>This counts as a victory.</em>He kept close to her shapely body for a moment or two, just to let the tiny satisfaction soak in, when she slowed down and brushed him. It was quick, light, but probably on purpose.<em>Well, wow! One more point for me!</em>he thought, for a moment feeling arrogantly better than all the other guys drooling after Mystery MILF.<br/><br/>Her b side was simply mouthwatering. For an instant, boosted by the bourbon boiling in his blood, he fantasized about sinking his teeth in those round, juicy buttocks in a sensually painful bite, like a hungry werewolf enjoying his prey. Then using his mouth, his tongue mostly, on another sensitive spot of her strong body.<em>Shit, am I really getting turned on just because this woman brushed me? Calm down dude, sure she's hot, but it's not very useful looking like a drunk sex offender...</em>When her fingertips casually touched his thighs, he realized that she was actually indulging on him on purpose. Definitely.<em>Well, maybe this night will be surprisingly interesting!</em><br/><br/>His eyes focused for a moment on her hands, those graceful hands that half an instant before were lightly touching his legs. Ring.<em>Holy fuck she's married. Oh come on, this is so unfair! You cannot turn everyone on so much, turn me on so much, just dancing and brushing, and then be married! That's cruel!</em>he smiled to himself, seeing how he got played, fair and square. Mystery MILF just enjoyed some attention, she had every damn right to.<em>Well lady, no matter how juicy, you're forbidden fruit.</em>He stepped back a few inches, just to give her more dancing room, and thought that he really had to tell the Mystery MILF story to Nick and the guys.