They both giggled when and said, “What a gentleman, now go.” It was almost as if everyone, including these young men, was trying to forget the previous night had ever occurred, or at least pretending to.
A couple of times Gina came out and grabbed another color of polish making a playful face at us as if to say, “Kiss my butt, I need my perfect color.” Let me tell you, when she pranced out with her beautiful dress three-fourths up her beautifully tanned thighs, with it perfectly hugging her ass, everyone went silent.
She was stunning. There was no shred of doubt in my mind that they were immeasurably turned on by her being the sexiest older woman they had ever met, but most assuredly they were more turned on by the fact that they had both fucked her less than twenty-four hours before.
The ten minutes I suspected she would be tweaking her nail polish turned into more like forty minutes, especially now that she was talking to her mother on her cell phone. Gina, even while speaking to her mother, at one point said, “I’m out, bring me another.”
The two guys almost fought to see which one could take her another drink first, when one spilled half the one he was carrying just taking it to the bathroom, while the other spilled half his reaching it in the door.
Gina finally came out after hanging up with her mother. I could tell she was as bubbly as ever and in a great mood as she said, “Oh, I see you hogs forgot about me again and decided to drink without me.”
They both again began making her a drink as she smiled at me with a wrinkled nose as if she had two slaves. One of the guys then began to say, “We should actually wait until about 10:00 P.M., because you are sitting elbow to elbow with people before then. You’ll have to wait for a half hour to get a refill on the crab plate.”
Gina got a bummed look as she heard that and began saying, “We need to slow down on our drinking or we’ll be crawling in that place.” As she said it, she took a huge drink of her “Cape-Codder.” We all began razzing her telling her to practice what she preached.
Around 10:30 P.M., and after lots of playful banter back and forth about who was drinking too much, one of the young men said, “We better be careful or we might find ourselves in the same situation as last night.”
Gina was taking a huge gulp as he said it straight at me replying, “You realize that’s not happening again; is it, Scott?”
I quickly began pouring myself another drink snidely replying, “Not until after we have some crab legs.”
They both began whooping, “Oh, no, you are in trrrr-oooub-llll… Oh, damn, dude; you’re so in for it… Hey, we didn’t say a thing about it, it was all Scott. We are being perfect gentlemen.”
At this point Gina gave a straight-faced grin and said, “Let’s just go for crying out loud.”
We all began taking our last gulps when, as Gina passed by me for the door, I grabbed her and slowly spun her towards me holding her ass, and began kissing her. She returned the kiss for a few seconds and then broke it off saying, “Ok, let’s go already.”