Tony came over and took our drink order. He started chatting with us now that the bar was clearing out. “How do you know Michael? He doesn’t usually come by here, but I talked him into it. He and I go to the gym together.”
“I ran into him and he seemed nice. He invited himself over and we just chatted.”
“He’s a great guy. Maybe he will stop by more often. He hasn’t had much luck with the ladies lately.”
“Really?” I think I said with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Yeah, he’s been going through a bad divorce for a few months now. Soon to be ex was cheating on him. Now he just works all the time and hangs out at the gym. I think this might be the first time he’s gone out since it all started happening.”
“That’s a shame. She sounds like a real bitch,” John chimed in.
I felt his hand grip my knee tightly, then run up my thigh. Just as he got to my crotch, I felt my phone vibrate on the bar. I picked it up and read the reply. I leaned in to John and whispered in his ear, “He just responded. He was checking on his mom just up the road. Asked me if I wanted more company. What should I say?”
I felt his fingers press into the crotch of my pants, putting a little pressure on my clit and my opening. It felt so good being caressed that I let out a little moan. “I want to, but I think we should go somewhere else, where we all aren’t known as well.”
“Where did you have in mind? I don’t think we should be driving very far.”
“We have been talking about checking out that new bar just down the street from the house. It looks pretty quiet most of the time.”
“Sounds good to me, but you have to drive.”
I felt a decent buzz, but I could see John was starting to get drunk. He was slurring a little. I knew he could handle his alcohol, and he has always been able to perform, and I would think that with all this teasing, he would be good to go no matter what, but I knew he shouldn’t be driving.
“Ok, I’ll drive there, but you need to sober up a little, cause I plan on having a few more drinks and I will want you to drive home. This is your fantasy after all.”
“Agreed!”
Tony walked over and asked how we were doing. I ordered a couple bottles of water for the road, then asked for our check.
“It’s all been taken care of. I told you Michael was a great guy. When will you guys be back?”
“Really? That’s crazy. Please tell him thanks when you see him,” I tried not to grin as I said it. “Tomorrow or Saturday night. We’ll let you know.”
“Great, I’ll tell him. I might try to get him back over here when you do. Just let me know.”
“Will do,” I said as I grabbed my phone.
I looked down at the screen, it was now or never. I felt butterflies building up in my stomach. “Of course I would love more company. We are heading over to Jimmy’s Bar at the corner or Olive and Peachtree. Do you know where that is?”
Tony handed us our waters as my phone buzzed again. I took the last drink of my Martini, grabbed the water and slipped off the barstool. I felt a little wobbly, but I gained my composure back right away. I only had 3 drinks, Tony must be pouring them strong tonight.
John followed suit as I pulled up my phone and read the message.
“I know right where that is. I should be there in about 30 minutes.”
“Great, see you then.”
John and I made our way out to the car. The drive would only take 5 minutes. As we approached the car, I felt john grab me and pull me to him. He kissed me deeply as I felt my back press up against the cold car. It made me press into him harder than usual, but I felt a very hard cock press against my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I could feel my pussy dripping from all the attention I was getting.
John let up on his grip of me, kissed me again, then whispered in my ear as he pulled away and walked to the other side of the car. What he said left me weak in the knees. I opened the car door and sat down. I started the car, then pulled out of the parking lot. I turned just before getting to the bar, but onto our street. John was surprised when I turned down our street and pulled up into the driveway.
“I thought about what you said and I agree. I need to change if this is going to be an official date. Are you sure you don’t want to go? What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Sober up a little, then if it gets late, drink some more. I might watch a movie or read, but I will be thinking about what you are doing the whole time. Can you keep me up-to-date? Do you think he will want to come home with you?”
“Sounds like fun baby,” I said as I squeezed his hand. “I’ll try to keep you up to date and I really hope he does.” I opened the car door and got out. We walked silently towards the front door as he held my hand. It felt very surreal.
He opened the door and let me in, then closed the door behind him. I walked towards the room, he walked into the kitchen.
I closed the bedroom door, then made a beeline to the bathroom. I stripped completely naked, used the toilet, then used a clean wipe to clean myself off. I had been wet all night long and I wanted to feel a little better when I met up with him.
Once cleaned up I fixed my makeup and hair, then walked into the bedroom. John hadn’t followed me, which surprised me, but we had never done anything like this before, so I didn’t know what he was thinking.
I walked over to my underwear drawer and pulled out a clean pair of panties. I had never worn these out of the house before, but I knew they drove John crazy when I had worn them for him under my nightie. I had a matching garter and bra that went with it, but didn’t have time to put the stockings and garter belt on. I grabbed the bra and walked over to the bed. I slipped the panties up my legs, then adjusted them in the back and the front.
They had a pearl bead that ran down the middle and 2 bands that ran down the sides of my pussy to the thong in the back. The thong part had a bead of pearls that ran up the middle of the thong, putting a little pressure all over. I could almost cum just from wearing these and bending over. I knew I had to be careful, but I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and my inhibitions were very low already.
I wanted to be the slut that John fantasied about. I was also thinking how handsome Michael was and how sad his predicament was with his ex. I wanted to make him feel alive again. Like he was wanted. Everything about this situation was turning me on.
I reached down carefully and grabbed the bra. I slipped it over my arms, then pulled it over my breasts, clasping the silver connector in between my breasts. It was a very sexy bra, almost completely lace, except small satin patched that covered my nipples. It had straps that connected the center to the shoulder strap that helped frame my breasts and give them a little extra perk.
I walked into the closet, scanned all my dresses, then settled on the one I had bought for our anniversary last year. It had a deep V neckline, but since it was cold, it came down to below my knees. I slipped it on and relished in the fact that it felt looser on my than last year. I zipped it up the back, then slipped into my 3″ slingbacks.
I walked out into the bedroom and checked myself in the mirror. I looked like a high-end hooker, but felt really good about it for some reason. I grabbed my purse and started for the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door.
I walked over and opened it, I started laughing when John was standing there. “Why are you knocking?”
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise! I see you are already dressed. Do you want a drink before you go?”
I looked at my watch, I still had 10 minutes until I had to be there. “Why not.”
John held my hand all the way to the kitchen, then turned and kissed me deeply. It was probably one of the most sensual kisses we had shared since the honeymoon.
“You look amazing. Was that the dress for our anniversary?”
“Yes, it is. How does it look?”
“He won’t be able to keep his hands off you!”
“I don’t know about that. I’m glad you like it. Please don’t drink too much and pass out tonight! I am doing this for you and I want you to enjoy what comes after.”
“I won’t, and I know you are doing this for yourself as well as for me. Please be safe and keep me informed.”
“I will. I promise. Every chance I get I will text you. We won’t go anywhere but there and I will come home after the ‘date’.”
He leaned in and kissed me. “I appreciate that,” he said, then leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I hope you won’t be coming home alone!”
“We’ll see,” I said. I took my last drink of the martini he had made me, kissed him one last time, then walked towards the door. “I love you!” I said.
“I love you too!” I heard him reply from the kitchen.
I got into the car, adjusting myself as I felt the pearls make contact everywhere. “Maybe I should have worn a different pair” I said to myself as I checked the mirrors and looked around to make sure it was clear.