Jim’s mouth dropped as Jessica came down the stairs. He could see her hard nipples punctuating the bodice, and the overlapping front panels of the skirt splitting open as each knee came forward exhibiting her thighs and the beginnings of the lace tops of the stockings. “Are you going to show the whole world your body?” exclaimed Jim. Jessica ran her tongue across her pink lips and replied, “I wanted to really dress up for you. We’ll just have to see where this leads Jimmie-boy!” Jim felt a little reflexive jerk in his pants, and just smiled as he thought of coming home after dinner.
The reservations had been made at Mattalio’s, and the place was buzzing. Jessica got lusty stares from the men, and envy and hate from the women as she strutted back to their table. As they ordered and ate, Jessica enjoyed glancing around and catching the many eyes staring at her. The waiter seemed to hover over her shoulder and she caught him several times looking down the top of her dress. As men walked by and looked at her, she would shyly drop her eyes and stare at their crotches. She played a game at trying to guess how big a rod they were packing. She didn’t see any she couldn’t live without.
As they were walking out after their delicious dinner, Jessica grabbed Jim’s left arm crushing her right breast against it. She brought her mouth to his ear, flicked it a couple of times with her tongue, and said in a sultry whisper, “Let’s go over the Hyatt for a night cap. I hear that they have a great band there.” “Oh honey,” Jim whined. Pushing her tongue in his ear, she breathed, “You never know what I’ll be in the mood for with a couple ‘between the sheets’ in me.” That little jerk occurred again in Jim’s groin and he complied with his wife’s wishes.
The “Heaven’s Gate” was pretty crowded, but fortunately there was no line. Jim started to walk to a table on the side when Jessica tugged his arm and commanded, “Let’s sit at the bar.” It was a long bar that extended out into the middle of the dance floor so that everyone could check on the revealing clothes and the shaking bodies. They found a stool about in the middle on one side, with a space next to it. Jessica hopped on the stool and the man to her left enjoyed the view as her dress split revealing her silk covered legs. And then, as his eyes came up her body, he reveled in her round smooth breasts above the top of her dress. He ginned when he looked into her beautiful face, but Jessica just gave him a quick cool smile, and turned towards Jim. They were served their drinks, and Jim turned his back to the bar to survey the scene and all the eye-candy. Jessica, meanwhile, looked up and down the other side of the bar, and at the dancers on the other side of the room. Just in the time they had been there and ordered their drinks, it had gotten much more crowded.
To Jessica’s right, towards the end of the bar at the wall on the opposite side, she suddenly noticed a tall man, probably 6′ 2″ or 6′ 3″, with short dark curly hair, a thick black mustache, white teeth, and a broad chest covered by a fancy dark gray silk tee-shirt, and some gold chains around his neck. He looked very well-to-do and fit, and he was black. She felt a gut reaction as her abdomen contracted, sucked in a quick breath of air, and looked away.
When she looked again in his direction, she had the feeling he was looking back at her. The third time she glanced toward that end of the bar, Jessica was sure she had caught his dark brown eyes, and then he raised his glass towards her. She felt warm, giddy, and mischievous. The next time she looked his way, she greeted him with an audacious smile. She protruded the tip of her tongue between her open lips and slowly ran it around the oval formed by them.
She and Jim were talking periodically, but he was still leaning with his back to the bar watching the dancers, and could not see her flirting with the man down at the end of the bar. Jessica turned slightly to her right, rested her elbows on the bar, and leaned forward. Her position exhibited more of her deep cleavage to the gentleman, and by pressing her arms against the sides of her breasts; she forced more of her supple tanned flesh above the bodice of the dress. Jessica made it unmistakable that she was exposing herself to him. Seeing this, the man slowly licked his lips back at her with his big tongue.
Jim finished his drink, and turned around to put his glass on the bar. He was about to ask Jessica if she was ready to go, when the bartender placed two fresh drinks in front of them. Jim asked, “Where did these come from?” The bartender turned towards the end of the bar to point out the gentleman who had paid for the drinks, but he couldn’t find him. As the barkeep turned back, he saw the black man standing to Jessica’s left, and said, “Oh, it’s him.”
Jim looked up into the tall black man’s face, and Jessica turned, dropped her chin in surprise, and then blossomed into a dazzling smile. “I’ve been admiring this beautiful lady from the end of the bar, and I just had to view her splendor up close.” Jim was at a loss for words at the man’s bravado, and finally stumbled out a “Thanks for the drinks.” Jessica stared, enthralled, into the man’s eyes, and could feel her body tingling. She finally got out a “Yea, thanks,” and kept beaming.
As she turned back to Jim, she felt a tickling on her left ear. It was the moustache of their new acquaintance, and then warm breathes, and then a few caresses by the tip of his tongue. Then a deep whisper, “I wanted to see those great tits up close, and those hard nipples poking through your dress.” Jessica shuddered at the lewdness of his comment, but a wicked excitement surged through her body centering down between her legs.
Jim was irritated at seeing the man murmur to Jessica and retorted, “Thanks for the drink again, but, stop bothering my wife.” “Now Jim,” Jessica responded, “He’s just being sociable. He seems like a nice man. And look how he’s built, I bet he played football!” said Jessica as she took her left hand and ran it up his chest. Jim just shook his head at his wife’s flirtatious behavior and looked back at the dance floor. Jessica’s fingers felt the ripped abs, and then slid up to his cut pecs. There, she could feel his rigid nipple, and she tenderly rolled it between her thumb and forefinger before she moved her hand away. “What’s that?” Jessica asked as she touched a gold chain around his neck with the number 11 hanging from it. “Was it your uniform number?”
He grinned back at her. “No, you’ll have to find out about that number for yourself.” He noticed the lust in her bright blue eyes, and the tip of her tongue wetting her lips side to side. He looked down at her magnificent breasts trying to escape from the top of her dress, and the deep cleavage between them. Further down, her long left leg crept out from between the front panels of her dress as she crossed it over the right one, displaying her stocking clad flesh and the beginning of the lace stocking top.
She learned that his name was Marcus, that he was a sales VP with a major pharmaceutical company, that he was divorced with grown children, and dated a number of women back in Atlanta. I bet he’s got a whole stable back there! she presumed. They chatted about weather, politics and travel. Their conversation was spiced with sexual innuendoes. As they talked Jessica would occasionally touch Marcus’ face with a soft caress of her finger tips, rake his arm with her nails, or give him a playful push on the chest. Jim would occasionally try to interject a comment, but they seemed to ignore him, so he would turn and watch the “meat” on the dance floor some more.
Marcus’ right hand would occasionally touch Jessica on her bare back where the spaghetti straps split into four strands and crossed each other forming a web. These touches became caresses, and then a constant stroking of her pliant smooth bronzed skin. Jessica felt astonishing shivers run up and down her spine as the contact became more intimate. His hand slowly worked its way over her dress down to the swell of her hip. Jim was oblivious to these sensuous touches as his vision was blocked, standing on the other side of Jessica, leaning against the bar.
Marcus’ fingers could feel through the soft material of her dress. At her hip, his fingers slid along the slippery silk of her garter belt. He gently rubbed back and forth, letting Jessica know that he knew what she was wearing under her dress. She could feel a gnawing between her legs that stemmed for her awareness that he knew she had dressed sexily tonight. His little finger traced along the bottom edge of the belt, pressing into the flesh of her firm ass cheek. When he reached the suspender strap that went over the outside of her curved hip, he ran his hand down along it over her curved globe, one finger tracing the strap and the others feeling her ass. He went down to the clip at the top of her stocking at the back of her thigh, and then returned, and down and up. In the middle of a sentence, Jessica took a sharp intake of air as electric sensations his finger play went down her legs and to her core. Coming back to the garter belt, he ran his index along the bottom edge and trailed his fingers over her butt, until he ran into the band of her thong running down the crevice between her ass cheeks. He then took his middle finger and ran it down along her thong pushing his finger between her spheres. Laying his finger in her crack, he rubbed it up and down, pushing the material of her dress into the split, until the tip touched her anus, and his other fingers were grabbing her butt. Jessica was squirming; trying to stimulate her pussy by rubbing her lips against the bar stool.