“You look great,” I said. She did, and I wanted to encourage her.
“Don’t I?” she said with a giggle. It looked like she wanted to tell me something, but we were already headed into the club.
It was early, and we had no trouble getting a table and drinks. We were downing the first round and feeling very little pain when Jennifer grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor, with Ken and Olivia soon following. Jennifer and I don’t dance much, but after a few drinks, everyone is a dancer. We were enjoying ourselves thoroughly when Jennifer came a little closer to me and said, “So you like the dress?”
I just smiled and nodded.
“It’s a little tight.”
“Tight looks good on you.”
“It’s way too tight for any of the bras I brought.”
“I’m totally okay with that,” I said, probably a little more eager than appropriate.
“But guess what else?”
“What?”
“Olivia said I couldn’t wear it with any of the underwear that I brought. She wouldn’t let me leave without seeing what it looked like without the underwear. So I just took it off while we were standing there just to see what it would look like. I wasn’t actually going to not wear underwear, but she just told me that it was perfect and practically pushed me out the door!”
Wow. I was impressed that Olivia pulled that off, but Olivia’s skills were becoming less and less surprising. I’m not sure where she was going with all of this, but it seemed that Olivia and I were pushing in the same direction.
“So now I’m stuck here wearing nothing but a tight dress while my panties are sitting on the floor of someone else’s room.” She laughed about that, which was a good sign. “I wonder what Ken is going to think of that?” Her voice was more playful than concerned.
I smiled, but mostly I thought that you will never see those underwear again if Ken finds them.
I usually like to down a few drinks before hitting the floor, but seeing as how we were well into the alcohol phase of the night and feeling fine and the music was playing, we stepped out onto the floor and found a place that we could dance. We didn’t have any problem finding a place for the four of us on the floor since it was early. There were only a few other people dancing, so we probably stood out, but we didn’t care. The combination of being slightly older and slightly drunk meant that we were very capable of having a rocking good time without giving a crap about what other people were thinking. And if other people were thinking something, it was that those two chicks were totally hot.
At some point, we took a break and headed to a table to cool off with another well-deserved round of drinks. We had gotten in some serious exercise moving around like we did, and the women had a bit of a sheen about them that looked ridiculously sexy. Jennifer was sitting next to me, but Olivia was sitting across from me. The sides of Olivia’s breasts were glistening and it was impossible to look her in her eyes for more than a couple of seconds at a time. Jennifer had cleavage that was also drawing the attention of Ken and I, but it was a little harder for me to casually glance at my wife’s breasts without totally turning my head. And as far as I was concerned, it was their job to distract Ken while I was checking out his wife.