“Just hold on, mom. One more place. And I bet you’ll find it interesting.”
We didn’t even dance again, though I would have liked to, but something was telling me this dance was not over.
Back in the limo he had his hands all over me, and he was kissing my neck again. He had one leg between mine, and his thigh was pushing my skirt far up my legs. At one point even I could see the white of my panties. And yet I didn’t stop him.
“Let’s have a drink,” he declared as he sat up leaving me all hot and bothered.
“We drank all the champagne,” I said as I tried to orientate myself.
“Let me ask the driver.”
Earlier he had put the divider up between us and the driver for privacy, but now he was slowly lowering it.
“Driver?”
“Yes sir?”
“Is there any more champagne?”
“No sir just the one bottle, but there is beer back there.”
“Where?”
“Under the arm rest there’s a cooler. Just holds a six pack though.”
“That will be enough. Thanks.” And then I heard the partition move back up. Jack was quick to find the beer and opened a bottle for the two of us. I’m not usually a beer drinker, but it was so cold and I was so thirsty. How can you drink so much, and be so thirsty?
We finished one bottle and Jack opened another.
“Let’s do body shots,” he proposed.
“Where?”
“Right here. You can lay down on the seat, and I can do them out of your belly button.”
“Jack.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun. It’s not vodka and lime, but it’ll do.”
I just shook my head in disbelief, but I did it. I laid down on the back seat, and pulled my blouse up so that he could get to my navel. But he wasn’t happy with how high I pulled up my top, so he pushed it up some more. So much so that I had to stop him from pushing it up over my bra. And as he did so I rolled my eyes because of his brazenness and my lack of will power.
“Relax. Hold still,” he said as he sat on the floor of the limo and meticulously started to pour the beer onto my stomach. It felt cold and wet which wasn’t surprising since the beer was right out of the ice.
“Ah, that’s cold.”
“Stop you’ll spill it,” he said and then I felt his lips on my stomach. That sensation was even more alarming than the cold beer.
“Let me have some,” I said still thirsty.
“Here.” He gave me the bottle, but kept his lips on my stomach.
“What no body shots off of you?” I asked.
“Can’t. My stomach’s too hairy.”
I just laughed and drank the beer until his lips started to wander down my stomach, and his hands were pulling my skirt down.
“Ah, Ah, Ah!” I chided him and put my hand on my skirt.
“I was just getting where it spilled. You don’t want beer down your skirt.”
“I’m afraid that’s not all that was going down my skirt.”
He just laughed, and then I felt the car slow down to almost a stop.
Jack popped up and looked around. “We’re here.”
“Where is here,’ I said finishing up the last of the beer.
We got out of the limo, and I straightened myself up as best as I could.
“You look sensational,” Jack said to ease my fears of looking like some tart who just had sex in the back of a limo.
I looked up at the name of the place blazoned with red neon lights.