Post by kingfaraday on Aug 6, 2017 12:03:34 GMT -6
Hot Flashes
Alexis sat naked on her bed thinking about what she was going to wear on her date tonight. The guy she
was meeting, Devan, had picked a place across town that she had never heard of to grab drinks. But
Devan, according to his pic on her hook-up app was smoking hot so Alexis didn’t care where she was
meeting him, she was just looking forward to having a fun wild night. Alexis took stock of her sexy 21
year old body from her long blonde hair that she had curled into loose ringlets in the front to her pouty
pink lips and big blue eyes with long eyelashes, to her amazingly perky teardrop shaped c-cup breasts
that defied gravity by floating perfectly above her flat trim stomach. She could put her hands on either
side of her waist and her middle fingers would almost touch. Alexis ran her hands over the smooth
round surface of her tight ass it was plump but not too-plump giving her the perfect bubble butt. Her
pubes were shaved into a neat little blonde strip. She looked down at her long toned legs, she liked how
smooth and suppled her calves looked and her cute dainty feet that she had just painted this morning
with magenta nail polish. She wiggled her toes admiring the hot pink and decided on high heeled
sandals for tonight to show off her sexy feet. Getting up and walking over to her closest all of her assets
bounced in the right way. She also picked out a slinky tie-in-the-back white top – no bra, she liked the
suspense of the girl popping out at any given moment. If Devan played his cards right he’d get a little
treat before they left the restaurant. She also grabbed a magenta colored string thong to match her toes
and a purple mini-skirt that would leave nothing to the imagination if she bent over.
She got dressed and purred at the thought of Devan drooling at the first sight of her. With a huge smile
on her face she grabbed her purse and hopped in an Uber.
When the car pulled up at the place the grin on her face evaporated. She got out of the car and looked
at the bar/resteraunt that Devan had picked. It had this ‘family eating place’ vibe to it from the beige
brick exterior to the large unindiginous plants lining the path up to the wooden doors to the big neon
sign that said “HOT FLASHES” in big letters. This place was practically an Applebees, not a place Alexis
would normally be caught dead in. Still, there was a college campus on this side of town and she saw a
lot of guys and some girls her age drunkenly staggering in. But there was definitely a strong showing
from the older crowd here too. She watched as one college aged guy opened the door and a pack of
cougars stumbled out practically savaging the poor kid who was young enough to be their child! They
were dressed really inappropriately too. One woman had a frilly microskirt on barely covering the top
half of her dippled sagging ass and another woman was wearing a red tube top that stretched and
pulled to contain her pudgy muffin top and flopping boobs. Hadn’t she considered that a bra would
provide more (any) support and been more flattering? It’s like these women stole their daughters
sluttiest clothes and then got trashed and went for a night on the town. She watched as they flirted and
groped the young man who held the door for him trying to coax him into the cab with them. ‘What a hot
mess’ Alexis thought.
“Got a light?” A voice asked. Alexis turned and saw a really hot looking woman in her mid 20s that kind
of looked like a more bad-ass Vanessa Hudgens. Alexis gaped at her for a minute and the woman looked
impatient. “While I’m young?” The woman said indignantly. Alexis snapped out of her trance and
rummaged through her purse pulling out a book of matches. She woman smirked at her. “Thanks.” She
stuck the cigarette between her bright red lips and struck the match on her leather skirt. “Do you want
one?” The Vanessa Hudgens look-alike asked Alexis after taking a long drag of her cig. “What? Oh no,
thanks, I don’t smoke.” Alexis said politely being distracted again by the cougars who were now
practically dry-humping the guy on the walkway. “You seeing this?” Alexis asked her new friend while
gesturing over to the women. Vanessa took a long drag of her cigarette and nodded solemnly. “Yeah
bitches get *crazy* when they go menopausal.” She said shaking her head. “God, I hope I have the wearwith-all
to not dress like *this* when I’m that age.” Alexis added motioning to her current outfit. “Ah
well, that’s why they call them desperate housewives I guess.” Vanessa said shrugging. Alexis looked
back at the restaurant and remembered her date, still debating if she wanted to go through with it or
not. “Hey is this place, like cool?” She asked biting her lip. The other woman exhaled a long puff of
smoke. “I have no idea. I just moved here a few weeks ago. Looks fine enough. Don’t let a few cougars
scare you. They go wherever the fresh pieces of ass are. So that’s probably a good sign, you know, if
you’re looking for a wild night.” With that she flicked her cigarette onto the pavement and began
walking toward the door. “Well, best of luck.” She said and heading inside.
Alexis pulled up a picture of Devan to remind her why she dragged herself all the way out here. She
sighed and decided to go for it. If things got lame she could always lie and say she needed to get to bed
early for work tomorrow.
The inside of Hot Flashes was no better than the outside. A strong fire motif in all the decorum looked
super tacky, the place had a weird smell of too strong perfume, and in general there was just an
incredibly weird vibe. The front of the place had restaurant seating. She saw a lot of young couples
waiting to be served she wished them luck because it didn’t look like anything here was done in a timely
fashion since every waitress she saw in the place looked like she was a few years passed retirement.
These old ladies were all shuffling around comically in unflattering flame red and orange cocktail dresses
trying to take orders and bring plates of food to patrons. Alexis did see some couples in the middle of
their meals they were almost all may/December relationships. She was actually shocked at the amount
of older women who were here with dates 10, 20, 30 years their junior. It must be some kind of
community hot spot like the local gay club, this was the local cougar club. Her suspicions were
confirmed when she looked toward the bar and the dance floor next to it. A sea of older women were
busting loose and jiggling their saggy assets at young men who seemed like evenly split between
enjoying the attention and creeped out by the age difference. Past the bar the was basically not a
woman under 40 in sight. She had one more sudden urge to turn and get the hell out of there but a
reedy voice behind her croaked “How many in your party?” She turned to see a short shriveled woman
in the restaurants uniform cocktail dress strain to look at the clipboard she was holding through the
thick spectacles resting on her crooked nose. Alexis could only assume that this ancient woman was the
hostess. “Oh I’m meeting someone here.” Alexis started to explain. “Whaaaaat?” the hostess strained to
hear. Alexis was creeped out by the woman’s caked on make-up on her wrinkled face and the long
straight white hair she had in a pretty youthful style. “I’m meeting someone. I’m meeting a guy here.”
The hostess wet her lips and scanned down her clipboard, Alexis caught sight of a tattoo on the
woman’s forarm of a flock of blue birds around the word ‘Believe’, the colorful ink was a stark contrast
to the otherwise pasty pale skin. The woman brought her crooked finger to the bottom of the list. “No
I’m sorry there’s no reservation under that name.” The woman finally said in a shaky voice. “No, no
there’s no reservation! I’m meeting a guy, he’s probably at the bar!” Alexis said with a tone of
frustration and then looked to the bar and sure enough Devan was standing there waiting. She rushed
over to the bar leaving the hostess looking around confused.
“Devan!” Alexis rushed to hug the good looking 20-something guy in front of her. Seeing Devan in his
tight button down shirt and his chiseled features made her completely forget the weirdness of the place.
She pulled back after the hug flashing a smile and thrusting out her chest to get the full effect from her
date. He gave a bit of a forced smile back. Not what Alexis was expecting, nor used to. “Like my outfit?”
She purred at him subtly running her hands over her curves. “Yeah that’s great! You look really… young.”
Devan said with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Alexis attempted to laugh it off. “Well I am young. I’m 21
like you!” She and began to rub the arm her had resting on the bar with her soft manicured hand.
Maybe he was just nervous. “Hey want to get me a drink?” She asked with forced perkiness, telling
herself that in a couple hours, after sex she would be in a car on her way back to her apt and then she’d
never have to call this guy again. Devan ordered her a drink and they began talking and loosening up.
Alexis was pleased that Devan’s enthusiasm was picking up as the night went on. They were standing
close to one another at the bar talking and drinking. Devan had moved his hand to her bare midrift.
Alexis imaged that he loved feeling how thin and trim it was. Although she was a bit alarmed when he
gave it a little squeeze and she had a little bit of tummy to squeeze there. God, her abs had been rock
hard this morning. She instinctively ran her fingers over her stomach and felt the soft pouchy skin. It was
also a lot wider than it should be. She smiled trying to hide her alarm and tugged the hem of her shirt
attempting to cover it. This move almost popped her boobs from the top. Her tits felt much heavier than
normal and were practically bursting out of fabric covering them from the world. She blushed briefly at
the narrowly avoided wardrobe malfunction but Devan seemed less interested in her enlarging tits at
the moment and was more focused on her mouth. He moved his hand up to her face in a gesture that
could be seen as romantic but then he rubbed his thumb at the corner of her mouth. “God, do I have a
lipstick smear?” Alexis asked mortified. “No no, you have the cutest little lines on the corners of your
mouth. Alexis’ eyes widened. “What do you mean I have lines around my mouth!?” She grabbed her
purse quickly to take out her compact. Devan gently moved her purse away and kissed her. She melted a
bit at his kiss. She pressed her body into his placing her hand on his firm chest.
When they pulled out of the kiss he asked “Do you want to dance?” Alexis did want to dance but looking
out on the dance floor she saw a lot of fat, jiggling, cellulite riddled skin. “Uh with all the grannies?” She
asked nervously. “Nah they’re just men and women like us having fun.” Devan reasoned grabbing her
hand coaxing her toward the dance floor. “I don’t want to be only young woman out there.” Alexis
explained. “Trust me, you won’t be.” Devan said with a grin and led her out to dance.
Once she was out under the dance lights and feeling the buzz from her drinks her self-consciousness
subsided and she began to move in tune with the club music playing. She swished her hips seductively
and dropped her ass like it was hot. Devan danced with her looking like he had won the lottery. Alexis
twirled around and threw her arms up in the air swaying her body around and then jiggled and shook all
her assets at Devan.
As he grinded up on her body she looked around. She saw a lot of the older soccer moms around still
bumping and grinding as well but now she began to see some girls her own age enter the dance floor.
Two girls in particular, a red head and a very tan brunette caught her eye as they danced to the side of
her. She began feeling a little territorial, it may have been weird with all these women old enough to be
her mother dancing around her but at least she didn’t have to worry about any of these hoochies
hoarding in on her date. These girls looked thirsty and they were as young and almost as hot as she was.
Watching them shimmy around and grope each other in time to the music to get a rise out of the guys
around was just bush league in Alexis’ opinion. She moved Devan so that his back was facing the girls
and then turned around and dropped her torso to the ground clueing Devan in on the fact that Alexis
was wearing a thong. She shook her booty and Devan obliged by giving it a flirty smack. It jiggled a bit
more than Alexis was expecting.
She stood by up and danced closer to Devan getting an update on her rivals. She was very shocked to
see that she had really overestimated how young these women were. They were clearly well out of
college, likely in their late 20s or early 30s. Alexis guessed that they were probably some local 9-5ers
looking to blow off some steam after a long night at the office. The brunette was starting to sport a
muffin top between her skirt and halter and the red head, though thin was starting to prematurely grey
around the temples and a tired look to her face. They were still giggling and woo-hooing up a storm
though while twerking with one another. The red head spotted a guy on the edge of the dance floor and
pointed at him with her long sparkly finger nail and then called him toward them. The young man
obliged and the two women were quickly groping him up and down. He seemed happy at the prospect
of these slightly older ladies and Alexis was just happy that Devan was off their radar.
She turned her attention back to Devan and began to nibble on his neck. They were swaying their hips
together and Alexis attempted to drop her ass like it was hot again. Except this time a sharp pain hit her
in her lower back she quickly grabbed with a loud “Ow!” Devan looked at her concerned. “As you okay?”
She definitely didn’t want to say that she thinks she pulled a muscle in her back, especially not when
there are women almost 3 times her age bumping and grinding just fine around her. “Yeah I think I bit
my lip.” She lied. Now that she had stopped dancing for a moment she was also beginning to feel really
winded. “I just need to um – go check my make-up. I’ll be back in two secs!” She told him and hobbled
as fast as she could off the dance floor.
As soon as she got inside the door to the woman’s room she winced in pain and rubbed the soreness in
her back while catching her breath. She noticed there was another woman in the bathroom at the sink
splashing water on her face. “Woo dancing huh?” Alexis said trying to make the situation less awkward.
“Yeah it can take a lot out of you.” The woman said dismissively. She then took a cigarette out of her
pocket and asked “Do you have a light?” The older woman asked as if she didn’t really care about the
answer one way or the other. Alexis stopped short and looked at the woman. “I don’t think you’re
allowed to smoke in here.” The woman shrugged and tucked the cigarette back in her pocket.
Alexis squinted her eyes sizing the woman up and down. She was a pretty heavy-set woman in her 50s
with grey-ish brown hair and a significantly wrinkled face. She was wearing a 10-sizes too small leather
skirt and black top very similar to the Vanessa Hudgens look-alike Alexis had met earlier than night. In
fact this woman looked basically like an older, much wider version of Vanessa Hudgens. But that could
only mean… “I think I met your daughter earlier.” Alexis told her. The woman looked confused and taken
aback. “My… daughter?” The woman furrowed her already wrinkled brow and wiped some sweat from
her loose neck. ‘God’ Alexis thought ‘Don’t tell me she’s one of those women who doesn’t like it when
people know they have an adult daughter. What is she expecting that they’re out drinking here and
people are just going to think they’re sisters?’ Alexis stopped herself short of rolling her eyes. “Well I
met someone who looks a whole lot like you in the parking lot, sorry I assumed she might be your
daughter.” Alexis said walking over to the sink. The woman raised an eyebrow at her assuming she was
drunk. “Lady, if I did have a daughter there’s no way they’d let her into a place like this at this time of
night.” The woman told her and then waddled toward the bathroom door. Alexis didn’t know what to
make of that comment but was distracted by the fact that above the sink there was just bare wall. “Hey
where are all the mirrors?” Alexis said out loud but the woman had already left.
Alexis exited the woman’s room a moment later dabbing sweat off her face with a damp towel. She
hoped that she hadn’t kept Devan waiting for too long. On her way back toward the bar she heard a
couple of women talking at the end of the hall. “Did you hear that dude call me ‘Ma’am’?” She heard
one of them say. “Uh yeah! So rude! Like he was way older than you!” The other responded. From the
other end of the hall she couldn’t see them so well for some reason – she must be tipsier than she
thought – but she could tell from their clothing that these were her two rivals from the dance floor. She
could see the red-head talking, though her voice sounded much huskier than Alexis remembered it
being when the girl had been shouting “Woo! Party!” at the top of her lungs. “Whatever, this place is
super lame. I can’t believe we left that dorm party to come here.” She said to her tanned friend. “You
said you wanted to go out Tina! This weekends going to be all about cramming for the midterms so you
said you wanted to go off campus and have fun.” “Yeah but like – did it just get wicked hot in here?” The
redhead began fanning herself and as Alexis approached the women she saw that she was completely
mistaken. These weren’t the girls from the dance floor at all. These women were about fifteen years
older than those other two. The redhead, if you could call her than anymore, had some reddish streaks
in her mostly white hair giving her long mane the appearance of a reddish hue from a distance. Her
freckled skin had a leathery feel to it. The tan brunette looked a bit younger but her tanned skin
emphasized all the wrinkles on her plump body. Alexis was astonished though, that these women were
wearing basically the same clothes as the two girls she saw before. Or at least similar clothes – Alexis
couldn’t quite remember now – But regardless, these two wannabe MILFs looked pretty inappropriate
in slinky club clothes about 5 sizes too small of them. And what were they talking about dorms and
midterms for? Do they have children at the university nearby?
The two older women gave Alexis forced fake smiles as she passed emphasizing the large crows feet
each had crowding around their eyes. ‘Sad.’ Alexis thought. She wouldn’t find it a lot of fun to be coming
out like this at their age either. She made her way back to Devan who was positively beaming at the
sight of her. She gave him a hug and a kiss as he reached around and gave her a playful squeeze on her
rear. She jumped and giggled giving him a knowing look. “So do you want to get out of here?” She
whispered in a low sultry voice. Devan smiled back at her “Soon but not yet.” Alexis smirked. “It would
just be a lot sexier if it didn’t feel like we were at an AARP conference.” Alexis quipped gesturing to a
couple of chubby white haired woman sipping drinks beside them at the bar and practically bursting out
of their mini-skirts.
“Ah you’re focused on the bud of beauty but in order to truly behold the wonder of femininity you have
to look at the whole metamorphosis.” Devan explained while taking her hand and gently kissing it. Alexis
didn’t know what was happening but she liked being wooed so poetically. “Uh that sounds nice…” she
says while Devan looked soulfully into her eyes. “Take a woman’s face for example. In youth it is a
smooth blushing blank canvass of hope and aspiration. The plump lips-“ He runs his thumb across her
lips “The rosy cheeks” He brushes his hand down Alexis’ cheek “The twinkle in the eyes” He runs his
fingers along the sides of her eyes. “After half a life time – struggling to make your mark on the world,
years of sexual conquests, perhaps raising a family – your face begins to show the true story of who you
are. Thinner pruned lips with lines that show your frowns, droopier cheeks that hold all of your smiles,
crinkles and bags around your eyes that show your wisdom and weariness to the world.” Alexis was
picturing her face as he described it and was surprisingly getting a bit turned on she liked the way
mature, confident world-weary Alexis looked in her head. She bit her lip “Um keep going. What else
about a woman do you find beautiful?” Devan grinned and took her arm in his hand as if to
demonstrate. “Your lovely arm, delicate yet toned with muscle, strong and smooth. Your hands pristine
and your fingers long and graceful – after decades of holding lovers, carrying children, lifting the weight
of the world – these arms will grow lax, the skin loosening into flab that dangles downward with every
wave showing a new kind of strength, the strength of the matron. Your hands over time will show veins
and your fingers will become plumper, knobbier but they will be capable to directing lovers to so much
more.”
Alexis was being mesmerized by Devan’s words “And-and my tits?” She blurted out without thinking
about what she was saying. She blushed with embarrassment. Devan just smiled and slipped a hand
under her garment cupping her left breast. “Your breasts stand at attention, two perfect orbs in your
youth but over time they migrate further and further south, expanding and flattening as if to say “we
will no longer be bound to one shape, we will no longer stand at attention. We have worked for you long
enough. Love us no matter how far down we go, lift us up and we will reward you.” Devan squeezed her
tit then slipped his hand out, now moving his arms around her to cup her ass. “And your ass, your cute
little heart shaped derrière that bounces through youth. Over time it expands as well and each new
season it rests a little lower above your thigh and brings new dimples and cellulite with each sway of
your tush. Cellulite is also something those toned thighs will be welcoming when you are a mature
powerful woman.” Devan releases his embrace and Alexis pants for a moment as the intensity of the
moment subsides.
“Woo you talk about a womans body like it’s a really great bottle of wine… please look me up again in
30 years I will certainly need this pep talk again.” She smiles and leans into him. “Hopefully after tonight
you understand that women are beautiful at any age.” Devan replies. “Well I have a long time to ease
into that ‘other’ kind of beauty. Let me show you the advantage youth has over experience- OW!” Alexis
stumbles in the middle of her seduction and looks down at her feet. A sharp ache emanated from her
foot as she slipped it out of the shoe. The light wasn’t great but Alexis’ foot didn’t look like it normally
should. The toes bunched together unappealingly and it appeared she had a bunion on the side of her
big toe. Her cute delicate ankles were seemingly missing. She knew it was a crazy thought but from this
vantage point it looked like she had cankles. Her ankles must just have swollen from – spraining them?
“Do you need to sit down?” Devan offered helping her over to a booth. “That would be amazing
actually.” Alexis said as she hobbled over. Sitting in the booth she took her other shoe off as well trying
to ignore how leathery the skin looked. She flexed her crammed-together toes and then tried to tuck her
older looking feet behind her – they were no longer going to be viable tools in seduction tonight.
Worried that she lost ground with Devan she turned back to him and exclaimed “Kiss me!” in a breathy
voice. The man didn’t need to be asked twice and two began to make out in the booth. Devan wrapped
his hands around her expanding waist and gently squeezed some of her new back fat. Alexis began
moaning in between kisses. She was feeling incredibly turned on but also like she was burning up. She
rubbed her hands across his leg and over his crotch. Alexis was sweating profusely all over, the ringlets
of hair were tumbling messily in front of her face and she could swear they looked gray for some reason.
She brought her hand up to wipe more sweat from her face and under her chin which felt loose – her
neck shouldn’t feel loose. She fumbled backward in the booth while still kissing Devan and dislodged her
right breast. She looked down shocked for a moment. The plump fun bag drooped over her top and
pointed downward. ‘That – that isn’t right.’ She thought and brought her hand up to feel the dangling
mammary. Devan had the same idea and began to massage it vigorously. ‘Screw it!’ Alexis thought and
popped the other one out and thrust her sagging chest into her dates face. Sweat poured down her
cleavage as Devan kissed and fondled her neck and breasts. Alexis moaned loudly grabbing the edge of
the table as her body trembled. People around them stared. Alexis suddenly became aware of her
surrounding and quickly tried to squeeze her saggy tits back into her supportless top. They looked
ridiculous flattened down against her chest and belly inside the fabric. She and Devan stood up and
brushed themselves off trying to pretend like they hadn’t just made a spectacle out of themselves. “Let’s
go back to my place.” Devan offers and Alexis nods still catching her breath. She grabbed her shoes and
purse and waddled toward the entrance. The elderly hostess held the door open for them. “Don’t forget
to try our early bird special!” the senile woman yelled to them as they exited.
Outside Alexis saw a lot of other people leaving. She saw the woman in the bathroom leave with a
young man who was lighting a cigarette held between her wrinkled lips. The two women that were
talking in the hallway seemed to be trying to get a cab. One of them was on the phone. “I am! Mom! I’m
totally studying! No I don’t have any boys over! Mom! God! I’m not a little kid anymore!” Alexis agreed
with this, if she had to guess she’d say that the wrinkled tan woman with salt and pepper hair was in her
mid-fifties. Alexis saw some girls her own age approaching the club they were pointing at her. She
wondered if she knew them. She could just barely make out what they were saying. “God, promise me if
we’re still friends at that age that we’ll have more dignity than that. What was that woman thinking
when she went through her closet and pulled THAT outfit out?” Alexis was taken-aback. They couldn’t
be talking about her. She looked around to see if one of the cougars was standing behind her, she
instead saw Devan who had a car waiting. As he helped her into the car he said “Let me tell you what
we’re going to do when we get back to my place.” As he whispered in her ear she blushed and then
peed a little in her thong panties.
Alexis sat naked on her bed thinking about what she was going to wear on her date tonight. The guy she
was meeting, Devan, had picked a place across town that she had never heard of to grab drinks. But
Devan, according to his pic on her hook-up app was smoking hot so Alexis didn’t care where she was
meeting him, she was just looking forward to having a fun wild night. Alexis took stock of her sexy 21
year old body from her long blonde hair that she had curled into loose ringlets in the front to her pouty
pink lips and big blue eyes with long eyelashes, to her amazingly perky teardrop shaped c-cup breasts
that defied gravity by floating perfectly above her flat trim stomach. She could put her hands on either
side of her waist and her middle fingers would almost touch. Alexis ran her hands over the smooth
round surface of her tight ass it was plump but not too-plump giving her the perfect bubble butt. Her
pubes were shaved into a neat little blonde strip. She looked down at her long toned legs, she liked how
smooth and suppled her calves looked and her cute dainty feet that she had just painted this morning
with magenta nail polish. She wiggled her toes admiring the hot pink and decided on high heeled
sandals for tonight to show off her sexy feet. Getting up and walking over to her closest all of her assets
bounced in the right way. She also picked out a slinky tie-in-the-back white top – no bra, she liked the
suspense of the girl popping out at any given moment. If Devan played his cards right he’d get a little
treat before they left the restaurant. She also grabbed a magenta colored string thong to match her toes
and a purple mini-skirt that would leave nothing to the imagination if she bent over.
She got dressed and purred at the thought of Devan drooling at the first sight of her. With a huge smile
on her face she grabbed her purse and hopped in an Uber.
When the car pulled up at the place the grin on her face evaporated. She got out of the car and looked
at the bar/resteraunt that Devan had picked. It had this ‘family eating place’ vibe to it from the beige
brick exterior to the large unindiginous plants lining the path up to the wooden doors to the big neon
sign that said “HOT FLASHES” in big letters. This place was practically an Applebees, not a place Alexis
would normally be caught dead in. Still, there was a college campus on this side of town and she saw a
lot of guys and some girls her age drunkenly staggering in. But there was definitely a strong showing
from the older crowd here too. She watched as one college aged guy opened the door and a pack of
cougars stumbled out practically savaging the poor kid who was young enough to be their child! They
were dressed really inappropriately too. One woman had a frilly microskirt on barely covering the top
half of her dippled sagging ass and another woman was wearing a red tube top that stretched and
pulled to contain her pudgy muffin top and flopping boobs. Hadn’t she considered that a bra would
provide more (any) support and been more flattering? It’s like these women stole their daughters
sluttiest clothes and then got trashed and went for a night on the town. She watched as they flirted and
groped the young man who held the door for him trying to coax him into the cab with them. ‘What a hot
mess’ Alexis thought.
“Got a light?” A voice asked. Alexis turned and saw a really hot looking woman in her mid 20s that kind
of looked like a more bad-ass Vanessa Hudgens. Alexis gaped at her for a minute and the woman looked
impatient. “While I’m young?” The woman said indignantly. Alexis snapped out of her trance and
rummaged through her purse pulling out a book of matches. She woman smirked at her. “Thanks.” She
stuck the cigarette between her bright red lips and struck the match on her leather skirt. “Do you want
one?” The Vanessa Hudgens look-alike asked Alexis after taking a long drag of her cig. “What? Oh no,
thanks, I don’t smoke.” Alexis said politely being distracted again by the cougars who were now
practically dry-humping the guy on the walkway. “You seeing this?” Alexis asked her new friend while
gesturing over to the women. Vanessa took a long drag of her cigarette and nodded solemnly. “Yeah
bitches get *crazy* when they go menopausal.” She said shaking her head. “God, I hope I have the wearwith-all
to not dress like *this* when I’m that age.” Alexis added motioning to her current outfit. “Ah
well, that’s why they call them desperate housewives I guess.” Vanessa said shrugging. Alexis looked
back at the restaurant and remembered her date, still debating if she wanted to go through with it or
not. “Hey is this place, like cool?” She asked biting her lip. The other woman exhaled a long puff of
smoke. “I have no idea. I just moved here a few weeks ago. Looks fine enough. Don’t let a few cougars
scare you. They go wherever the fresh pieces of ass are. So that’s probably a good sign, you know, if
you’re looking for a wild night.” With that she flicked her cigarette onto the pavement and began
walking toward the door. “Well, best of luck.” She said and heading inside.
Alexis pulled up a picture of Devan to remind her why she dragged herself all the way out here. She
sighed and decided to go for it. If things got lame she could always lie and say she needed to get to bed
early for work tomorrow.
The inside of Hot Flashes was no better than the outside. A strong fire motif in all the decorum looked
super tacky, the place had a weird smell of too strong perfume, and in general there was just an
incredibly weird vibe. The front of the place had restaurant seating. She saw a lot of young couples
waiting to be served she wished them luck because it didn’t look like anything here was done in a timely
fashion since every waitress she saw in the place looked like she was a few years passed retirement.
These old ladies were all shuffling around comically in unflattering flame red and orange cocktail dresses
trying to take orders and bring plates of food to patrons. Alexis did see some couples in the middle of
their meals they were almost all may/December relationships. She was actually shocked at the amount
of older women who were here with dates 10, 20, 30 years their junior. It must be some kind of
community hot spot like the local gay club, this was the local cougar club. Her suspicions were
confirmed when she looked toward the bar and the dance floor next to it. A sea of older women were
busting loose and jiggling their saggy assets at young men who seemed like evenly split between
enjoying the attention and creeped out by the age difference. Past the bar the was basically not a
woman under 40 in sight. She had one more sudden urge to turn and get the hell out of there but a
reedy voice behind her croaked “How many in your party?” She turned to see a short shriveled woman
in the restaurants uniform cocktail dress strain to look at the clipboard she was holding through the
thick spectacles resting on her crooked nose. Alexis could only assume that this ancient woman was the
hostess. “Oh I’m meeting someone here.” Alexis started to explain. “Whaaaaat?” the hostess strained to
hear. Alexis was creeped out by the woman’s caked on make-up on her wrinkled face and the long
straight white hair she had in a pretty youthful style. “I’m meeting someone. I’m meeting a guy here.”
The hostess wet her lips and scanned down her clipboard, Alexis caught sight of a tattoo on the
woman’s forarm of a flock of blue birds around the word ‘Believe’, the colorful ink was a stark contrast
to the otherwise pasty pale skin. The woman brought her crooked finger to the bottom of the list. “No
I’m sorry there’s no reservation under that name.” The woman finally said in a shaky voice. “No, no
there’s no reservation! I’m meeting a guy, he’s probably at the bar!” Alexis said with a tone of
frustration and then looked to the bar and sure enough Devan was standing there waiting. She rushed
over to the bar leaving the hostess looking around confused.
“Devan!” Alexis rushed to hug the good looking 20-something guy in front of her. Seeing Devan in his
tight button down shirt and his chiseled features made her completely forget the weirdness of the place.
She pulled back after the hug flashing a smile and thrusting out her chest to get the full effect from her
date. He gave a bit of a forced smile back. Not what Alexis was expecting, nor used to. “Like my outfit?”
She purred at him subtly running her hands over her curves. “Yeah that’s great! You look really… young.”
Devan said with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Alexis attempted to laugh it off. “Well I am young. I’m 21
like you!” She and began to rub the arm her had resting on the bar with her soft manicured hand.
Maybe he was just nervous. “Hey want to get me a drink?” She asked with forced perkiness, telling
herself that in a couple hours, after sex she would be in a car on her way back to her apt and then she’d
never have to call this guy again. Devan ordered her a drink and they began talking and loosening up.
Alexis was pleased that Devan’s enthusiasm was picking up as the night went on. They were standing
close to one another at the bar talking and drinking. Devan had moved his hand to her bare midrift.
Alexis imaged that he loved feeling how thin and trim it was. Although she was a bit alarmed when he
gave it a little squeeze and she had a little bit of tummy to squeeze there. God, her abs had been rock
hard this morning. She instinctively ran her fingers over her stomach and felt the soft pouchy skin. It was
also a lot wider than it should be. She smiled trying to hide her alarm and tugged the hem of her shirt
attempting to cover it. This move almost popped her boobs from the top. Her tits felt much heavier than
normal and were practically bursting out of fabric covering them from the world. She blushed briefly at
the narrowly avoided wardrobe malfunction but Devan seemed less interested in her enlarging tits at
the moment and was more focused on her mouth. He moved his hand up to her face in a gesture that
could be seen as romantic but then he rubbed his thumb at the corner of her mouth. “God, do I have a
lipstick smear?” Alexis asked mortified. “No no, you have the cutest little lines on the corners of your
mouth. Alexis’ eyes widened. “What do you mean I have lines around my mouth!?” She grabbed her
purse quickly to take out her compact. Devan gently moved her purse away and kissed her. She melted a
bit at his kiss. She pressed her body into his placing her hand on his firm chest.
When they pulled out of the kiss he asked “Do you want to dance?” Alexis did want to dance but looking
out on the dance floor she saw a lot of fat, jiggling, cellulite riddled skin. “Uh with all the grannies?” She
asked nervously. “Nah they’re just men and women like us having fun.” Devan reasoned grabbing her
hand coaxing her toward the dance floor. “I don’t want to be only young woman out there.” Alexis
explained. “Trust me, you won’t be.” Devan said with a grin and led her out to dance.
Once she was out under the dance lights and feeling the buzz from her drinks her self-consciousness
subsided and she began to move in tune with the club music playing. She swished her hips seductively
and dropped her ass like it was hot. Devan danced with her looking like he had won the lottery. Alexis
twirled around and threw her arms up in the air swaying her body around and then jiggled and shook all
her assets at Devan.
As he grinded up on her body she looked around. She saw a lot of the older soccer moms around still
bumping and grinding as well but now she began to see some girls her own age enter the dance floor.
Two girls in particular, a red head and a very tan brunette caught her eye as they danced to the side of
her. She began feeling a little territorial, it may have been weird with all these women old enough to be
her mother dancing around her but at least she didn’t have to worry about any of these hoochies
hoarding in on her date. These girls looked thirsty and they were as young and almost as hot as she was.
Watching them shimmy around and grope each other in time to the music to get a rise out of the guys
around was just bush league in Alexis’ opinion. She moved Devan so that his back was facing the girls
and then turned around and dropped her torso to the ground clueing Devan in on the fact that Alexis
was wearing a thong. She shook her booty and Devan obliged by giving it a flirty smack. It jiggled a bit
more than Alexis was expecting.
She stood by up and danced closer to Devan getting an update on her rivals. She was very shocked to
see that she had really overestimated how young these women were. They were clearly well out of
college, likely in their late 20s or early 30s. Alexis guessed that they were probably some local 9-5ers
looking to blow off some steam after a long night at the office. The brunette was starting to sport a
muffin top between her skirt and halter and the red head, though thin was starting to prematurely grey
around the temples and a tired look to her face. They were still giggling and woo-hooing up a storm
though while twerking with one another. The red head spotted a guy on the edge of the dance floor and
pointed at him with her long sparkly finger nail and then called him toward them. The young man
obliged and the two women were quickly groping him up and down. He seemed happy at the prospect
of these slightly older ladies and Alexis was just happy that Devan was off their radar.
She turned her attention back to Devan and began to nibble on his neck. They were swaying their hips
together and Alexis attempted to drop her ass like it was hot again. Except this time a sharp pain hit her
in her lower back she quickly grabbed with a loud “Ow!” Devan looked at her concerned. “As you okay?”
She definitely didn’t want to say that she thinks she pulled a muscle in her back, especially not when
there are women almost 3 times her age bumping and grinding just fine around her. “Yeah I think I bit
my lip.” She lied. Now that she had stopped dancing for a moment she was also beginning to feel really
winded. “I just need to um – go check my make-up. I’ll be back in two secs!” She told him and hobbled
as fast as she could off the dance floor.
As soon as she got inside the door to the woman’s room she winced in pain and rubbed the soreness in
her back while catching her breath. She noticed there was another woman in the bathroom at the sink
splashing water on her face. “Woo dancing huh?” Alexis said trying to make the situation less awkward.
“Yeah it can take a lot out of you.” The woman said dismissively. She then took a cigarette out of her
pocket and asked “Do you have a light?” The older woman asked as if she didn’t really care about the
answer one way or the other. Alexis stopped short and looked at the woman. “I don’t think you’re
allowed to smoke in here.” The woman shrugged and tucked the cigarette back in her pocket.
Alexis squinted her eyes sizing the woman up and down. She was a pretty heavy-set woman in her 50s
with grey-ish brown hair and a significantly wrinkled face. She was wearing a 10-sizes too small leather
skirt and black top very similar to the Vanessa Hudgens look-alike Alexis had met earlier than night. In
fact this woman looked basically like an older, much wider version of Vanessa Hudgens. But that could
only mean… “I think I met your daughter earlier.” Alexis told her. The woman looked confused and taken
aback. “My… daughter?” The woman furrowed her already wrinkled brow and wiped some sweat from
her loose neck. ‘God’ Alexis thought ‘Don’t tell me she’s one of those women who doesn’t like it when
people know they have an adult daughter. What is she expecting that they’re out drinking here and
people are just going to think they’re sisters?’ Alexis stopped herself short of rolling her eyes. “Well I
met someone who looks a whole lot like you in the parking lot, sorry I assumed she might be your
daughter.” Alexis said walking over to the sink. The woman raised an eyebrow at her assuming she was
drunk. “Lady, if I did have a daughter there’s no way they’d let her into a place like this at this time of
night.” The woman told her and then waddled toward the bathroom door. Alexis didn’t know what to
make of that comment but was distracted by the fact that above the sink there was just bare wall. “Hey
where are all the mirrors?” Alexis said out loud but the woman had already left.
Alexis exited the woman’s room a moment later dabbing sweat off her face with a damp towel. She
hoped that she hadn’t kept Devan waiting for too long. On her way back toward the bar she heard a
couple of women talking at the end of the hall. “Did you hear that dude call me ‘Ma’am’?” She heard
one of them say. “Uh yeah! So rude! Like he was way older than you!” The other responded. From the
other end of the hall she couldn’t see them so well for some reason – she must be tipsier than she
thought – but she could tell from their clothing that these were her two rivals from the dance floor. She
could see the red-head talking, though her voice sounded much huskier than Alexis remembered it
being when the girl had been shouting “Woo! Party!” at the top of her lungs. “Whatever, this place is
super lame. I can’t believe we left that dorm party to come here.” She said to her tanned friend. “You
said you wanted to go out Tina! This weekends going to be all about cramming for the midterms so you
said you wanted to go off campus and have fun.” “Yeah but like – did it just get wicked hot in here?” The
redhead began fanning herself and as Alexis approached the women she saw that she was completely
mistaken. These weren’t the girls from the dance floor at all. These women were about fifteen years
older than those other two. The redhead, if you could call her than anymore, had some reddish streaks
in her mostly white hair giving her long mane the appearance of a reddish hue from a distance. Her
freckled skin had a leathery feel to it. The tan brunette looked a bit younger but her tanned skin
emphasized all the wrinkles on her plump body. Alexis was astonished though, that these women were
wearing basically the same clothes as the two girls she saw before. Or at least similar clothes – Alexis
couldn’t quite remember now – But regardless, these two wannabe MILFs looked pretty inappropriate
in slinky club clothes about 5 sizes too small of them. And what were they talking about dorms and
midterms for? Do they have children at the university nearby?
The two older women gave Alexis forced fake smiles as she passed emphasizing the large crows feet
each had crowding around their eyes. ‘Sad.’ Alexis thought. She wouldn’t find it a lot of fun to be coming
out like this at their age either. She made her way back to Devan who was positively beaming at the
sight of her. She gave him a hug and a kiss as he reached around and gave her a playful squeeze on her
rear. She jumped and giggled giving him a knowing look. “So do you want to get out of here?” She
whispered in a low sultry voice. Devan smiled back at her “Soon but not yet.” Alexis smirked. “It would
just be a lot sexier if it didn’t feel like we were at an AARP conference.” Alexis quipped gesturing to a
couple of chubby white haired woman sipping drinks beside them at the bar and practically bursting out
of their mini-skirts.
“Ah you’re focused on the bud of beauty but in order to truly behold the wonder of femininity you have
to look at the whole metamorphosis.” Devan explained while taking her hand and gently kissing it. Alexis
didn’t know what was happening but she liked being wooed so poetically. “Uh that sounds nice…” she
says while Devan looked soulfully into her eyes. “Take a woman’s face for example. In youth it is a
smooth blushing blank canvass of hope and aspiration. The plump lips-“ He runs his thumb across her
lips “The rosy cheeks” He brushes his hand down Alexis’ cheek “The twinkle in the eyes” He runs his
fingers along the sides of her eyes. “After half a life time – struggling to make your mark on the world,
years of sexual conquests, perhaps raising a family – your face begins to show the true story of who you
are. Thinner pruned lips with lines that show your frowns, droopier cheeks that hold all of your smiles,
crinkles and bags around your eyes that show your wisdom and weariness to the world.” Alexis was
picturing her face as he described it and was surprisingly getting a bit turned on she liked the way
mature, confident world-weary Alexis looked in her head. She bit her lip “Um keep going. What else
about a woman do you find beautiful?” Devan grinned and took her arm in his hand as if to
demonstrate. “Your lovely arm, delicate yet toned with muscle, strong and smooth. Your hands pristine
and your fingers long and graceful – after decades of holding lovers, carrying children, lifting the weight
of the world – these arms will grow lax, the skin loosening into flab that dangles downward with every
wave showing a new kind of strength, the strength of the matron. Your hands over time will show veins
and your fingers will become plumper, knobbier but they will be capable to directing lovers to so much
more.”
Alexis was being mesmerized by Devan’s words “And-and my tits?” She blurted out without thinking
about what she was saying. She blushed with embarrassment. Devan just smiled and slipped a hand
under her garment cupping her left breast. “Your breasts stand at attention, two perfect orbs in your
youth but over time they migrate further and further south, expanding and flattening as if to say “we
will no longer be bound to one shape, we will no longer stand at attention. We have worked for you long
enough. Love us no matter how far down we go, lift us up and we will reward you.” Devan squeezed her
tit then slipped his hand out, now moving his arms around her to cup her ass. “And your ass, your cute
little heart shaped derrière that bounces through youth. Over time it expands as well and each new
season it rests a little lower above your thigh and brings new dimples and cellulite with each sway of
your tush. Cellulite is also something those toned thighs will be welcoming when you are a mature
powerful woman.” Devan releases his embrace and Alexis pants for a moment as the intensity of the
moment subsides.
“Woo you talk about a womans body like it’s a really great bottle of wine… please look me up again in
30 years I will certainly need this pep talk again.” She smiles and leans into him. “Hopefully after tonight
you understand that women are beautiful at any age.” Devan replies. “Well I have a long time to ease
into that ‘other’ kind of beauty. Let me show you the advantage youth has over experience- OW!” Alexis
stumbles in the middle of her seduction and looks down at her feet. A sharp ache emanated from her
foot as she slipped it out of the shoe. The light wasn’t great but Alexis’ foot didn’t look like it normally
should. The toes bunched together unappealingly and it appeared she had a bunion on the side of her
big toe. Her cute delicate ankles were seemingly missing. She knew it was a crazy thought but from this
vantage point it looked like she had cankles. Her ankles must just have swollen from – spraining them?
“Do you need to sit down?” Devan offered helping her over to a booth. “That would be amazing
actually.” Alexis said as she hobbled over. Sitting in the booth she took her other shoe off as well trying
to ignore how leathery the skin looked. She flexed her crammed-together toes and then tried to tuck her
older looking feet behind her – they were no longer going to be viable tools in seduction tonight.
Worried that she lost ground with Devan she turned back to him and exclaimed “Kiss me!” in a breathy
voice. The man didn’t need to be asked twice and two began to make out in the booth. Devan wrapped
his hands around her expanding waist and gently squeezed some of her new back fat. Alexis began
moaning in between kisses. She was feeling incredibly turned on but also like she was burning up. She
rubbed her hands across his leg and over his crotch. Alexis was sweating profusely all over, the ringlets
of hair were tumbling messily in front of her face and she could swear they looked gray for some reason.
She brought her hand up to wipe more sweat from her face and under her chin which felt loose – her
neck shouldn’t feel loose. She fumbled backward in the booth while still kissing Devan and dislodged her
right breast. She looked down shocked for a moment. The plump fun bag drooped over her top and
pointed downward. ‘That – that isn’t right.’ She thought and brought her hand up to feel the dangling
mammary. Devan had the same idea and began to massage it vigorously. ‘Screw it!’ Alexis thought and
popped the other one out and thrust her sagging chest into her dates face. Sweat poured down her
cleavage as Devan kissed and fondled her neck and breasts. Alexis moaned loudly grabbing the edge of
the table as her body trembled. People around them stared. Alexis suddenly became aware of her
surrounding and quickly tried to squeeze her saggy tits back into her supportless top. They looked
ridiculous flattened down against her chest and belly inside the fabric. She and Devan stood up and
brushed themselves off trying to pretend like they hadn’t just made a spectacle out of themselves. “Let’s
go back to my place.” Devan offers and Alexis nods still catching her breath. She grabbed her shoes and
purse and waddled toward the entrance. The elderly hostess held the door open for them. “Don’t forget
to try our early bird special!” the senile woman yelled to them as they exited.
Outside Alexis saw a lot of other people leaving. She saw the woman in the bathroom leave with a
young man who was lighting a cigarette held between her wrinkled lips. The two women that were
talking in the hallway seemed to be trying to get a cab. One of them was on the phone. “I am! Mom! I’m
totally studying! No I don’t have any boys over! Mom! God! I’m not a little kid anymore!” Alexis agreed
with this, if she had to guess she’d say that the wrinkled tan woman with salt and pepper hair was in her
mid-fifties. Alexis saw some girls her own age approaching the club they were pointing at her. She
wondered if she knew them. She could just barely make out what they were saying. “God, promise me if
we’re still friends at that age that we’ll have more dignity than that. What was that woman thinking
when she went through her closet and pulled THAT outfit out?” Alexis was taken-aback. They couldn’t
be talking about her. She looked around to see if one of the cougars was standing behind her, she
instead saw Devan who had a car waiting. As he helped her into the car he said “Let me tell you what
we’re going to do when we get back to my place.” As he whispered in her ear she blushed and then
peed a little in her thong panties.