Effie and I were at one of our regular haunts. Effie is a good
friend, an occassional bed buddy. Though both in our early 50s,
we often go to the Globe Bar on Wednesdays. There we listen to
the Brazilian band, and dance until midnight.

Well, this night the bar seemed quiter than usual. We seemed to
be the only dancers. Then in walked two gorgeous Latina hotties.
Both were about the same height, 5'7'', both dark haired, slim and
sultry looking. They looked so similar I knew they had to be
related. Sisters? Cousins? The older looked early 30s and the
younger early 20s. Elegant, stove-pipe jeans that moulded to their
tight bums and mid-length coats. I couldn't get a look at their
boobs. Sigh! I'm a real tit-man. Must come from being bottle-fed
as a baby. Both had dark, laughing eyes, natural smiles. Very
easy on the optics.

They were checking everyone out, so of course I eye-balled them.
The older smiled confidently, while the younger peeked too, but
more shyly. I could see that there was some topic under
conversation. I sure hoped it was me.

The band struck up again, a Samba. The older (I later found out
her name was Paula) started to dance, slow and sexy. She saw Effie
watching, and came over asking Effie to dance with her too. The
younger (Lucy) initially just sat, watching them, laughing as they
tried to coax her onto the dance floor too.

Paula and Effie stretched out their hands to me, so I joined them
on the dance floor, then managed to get Lucy up on her feet too.
I asked "Are you Brazilian?" and she nodded. "Effie too" I replied.

Well, the ice seemed to be broken, and for the next couple of hours
we danced - all four of us - chatted a little and drank. Beer for
me, white wine for the ladies. It was all very pleasant, sociable,
nothing more. The only "dirty dancing" for me was with Effie.
We kind of fit together perfectly, I'm a good 6" taller than her.

There was still lots of eye-contact, "checking each other out" but
I thought little of it. I could tell that under those conservative
clothes, there just had to be hot little bodies, and was just ....
imagining. Midnight was approaching before we finally swapped
names. Paula and I kissed "Hello" the Brazilian way, cheek-to-cheek,
twice.

Lucy was at the bar, buying another round. I asked Paula "Is your
little sister old enough to drink?" Paula laughed, in a flattered
kind of way. "She's my daughter!". I must have looked stunned, I
couldn't remember the Brazilian word for "Bullshit" even.

"I'm 51" said Paula. There's just NO WAY, I thought to myself, but
she was serious. Lucy returned, and I asked them "Who's driving
home?" "Me" they chorused. Effie told Paula that Lucy should drive,
and Paula agreed, saying she was unused to more than a single glass
of wine.

Effie and Lucy headed to the loo before the bar closed, so Paula and
I were alone a few moments. Again she gave me that confident smile,
the "I know what I want and what you want" look.

"I have a suggestion that you might like. Give me your phone number,
and I will ring when I've got thought it out."

What could she mean?