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Getting felt up at a Valentine’s Banquet
My youngest son (17) and girlfriend planned a Valentine’s Day Banquet for their friends. It was a formal event, guys wore a suit & tie and the girls wore prom dresses. Masks were required for everyone except when eating or drinking. The parents paid for the event center, DJ and food. Originally, I’d planned to leave once the DJ and caterer got started so I wore a mid thigh LBD with comfortable ballet flats.
One of the parents gave a quick tutorial on ballroom dancing. Everyone needed a partner but a Logan didn’t bring a date so I volunteered to dance with him. He’s a high school senior (18) at an expensive private school, got invited last minute and didn’t bring a date. He’s over 6ft tall, blue eyes, muscular and tall. I’m 44, vegan, 5”1” 32B. I work hard so I can still wear size 2/small. I raised three athletic boys so I’m always playing soccer with them. I also played soccer in college.
The lighting was dark and we positioned our hands. He put a hand on the small of my back. While counting off the steps he’s slowly moved it down to my **. I didn’t say anything at first then he asked what school I go to. ‘he thinks I’m still in high school’. I showed him my ring, told him I was married and G**’s mom. He squeezed my ** and said, “You’re ** is tighter than my ex’s.” For a women my age, that’s a high compliment! I could feel I was blushing but it was dark and we wearing masks. The tutorial was over and we danced once before the meal. I tried to step away but he asked me to continue because he didn’t have a date. We danced and he kept squeezing my **. The couple’s tables were spaced wide apart for social distancing. He asked me to have dinner with him. I thought ‘what the **’ didn’t want him to sit alone. My husband was either working late or at home drinking bourbon & watching college basketball.
It was a ‘tasting meal’ designed to get each couple involved. We sat next to each other and turns feeding each other. He put his hand on my thigh and slowly slid it up. I’ll admit, I was enjoying so I let him explore. I don’t know why but I uncrossed my legs and open them a little. I was wearing pantyhose and he found the road block. He rubbed his fingers up and down my **. whew!! I felt my ** getting wet. **! who wouldn’t! He knew it too. After the meal, it was back to dancing.
We slow danced and his hard ** was pressing against me. His hand slid up my dress and squeezed my **. Now I was REALLY turned on! He whispered I have a great body, his parents were gone to Charlotte for the weekend and asked me to come back to his place to have **. (I cleaned that last part up lol). I took a deep breath then I showed him my ring and politely declined. He never stopped begging me to have ** with him.
Since this is anonymous…. I confess, I was tempted because it’s been 3 months since I had **. I had thoughts ‘oh the things I could teach this young man!”
The next morning, he found me on instagram and sent a DM. It was a rose emoji with compliments. We message using SnapChat daily actually we are sexting. Any advice?
Cont.
BTW: That gave me great memories of my first year of marriage, my husband used to call his stuff ‘**’ and each time he left me a ‘deposit’, he’d say, “turn the oven on and start cooking!” I told a group of female friends that one time. They got offended and said they’d divorce if their spouse ever said anything like that.
I take it as a compliment. I miss being pregnant! I’d carry Logan’s child if I could.
TMI: I had to dash to drain. Sorry. Let me know if I need to stop that detail for you.
To tease, I put on my heels, made the bed and straightened the room while naked. I looked at the the family photos and noticed Logan’s mom and dad are an adorable couple. There were many photos of Logan as a baby up to his senior photos. I walked around the house naked too. I even went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I stood by the rear sliding door and admired their back yard.
When it was time to go, I put on my **. They were on the kitchen table. I walked to the living room and put on my dress with a built in bra.
He took me back to my car.
We can meet Sunday. The church letter came in the mail on Saturday and it’s my turn to read scripture before mass at both services. It’s too late to get a replacement and Logan’s parents are scheduled to come home around 2pm.
Andrea, thanks for all of your advise! Logan and I had a great time! I’m sure Logan will never look at the kitchen island, his dad’s favorite chair and their bedroom the same. I’m glad I took your advise and said ‘mommy’ to him. He told me ‘that did it!’.
He want’s to go on another date soon! OMG! He’s so mature for his age!
Sorry for the length. It’s late. I’m exhausted physically and mentally.
I hope we can meet someday!
Love
M
Sorry. I meant to say we can not meet on Sunday. It's really late. TTYL
M