I attended the wedding of my wife's cousin in Florida a few years back. The reception was at a medium sized hip restaurant on the water. The food was good, drinks were flowing, and people were dancing. The place was over crowded and dimly lit. I wound up in the corner of the bar hanging out with the groom's aunt. She was 42, I was 29. She was petite with brown curly hair, she had on a shimmery dress, with black nylons, and silver heels. We drank and laughed and the more we talked the more touchy she became. First my shoulder, then my hand, then my thigh. I figured I would take a chance and placed my hand casually on her nylon covered thigh. She turned her body towards me and slightly opened her legs. I glanced around the room and then raced my hand up her inner thigh and the tips of my fingers grazed her nylon clad mound.
I was so turned on. I excused myself and I took a tour around the restaurant looking for a place of privacy. I found an upstairs coatroom that was being used to store extra tables and chairs. I went back down to the bar and told her I would be upstairs in 10 minutes. I waited and sure enough, she showed up.