It was about 6:00PM, Friday night and having just got home from work, we were scrambling to get ready for a dinner reservation we'd made at the City's newest "In" restaurant.
Kay had picked up this beautiful little champagne colored evening dress that was just perfect on her diminutive frame. It had spaghetti straps over the shoulders, the length was "sexy-perfect" down to just a couple of inches above her knees and had zipper down the back that was so long, that when fully unzipped, the top of her perfectly formed ass was visible.
In her inimitable form, she was too busy trying on every conceivable combination of shoes, belts, purses, bra's, panties and thongs that she had no idea that I'd been watching her all along and was starting to develop a hard-on while enjoying the show.
Of course, we were late. Something about an earring on the loose which finally turned up next to her computer. Luckily, we were not late enough to lose our table which would not have been good as I spent weeks trying to get a reservation.
The food was fantastic and I felt we deserved to splurge a little with some champagne. Cristal, thank you very much! Afterwards, we danced to some Cole Porter provided by a very capable trio tucked up on a little mezzanine above the dance floor. All in all, we had a great time.
My only complaint was that Kay has this tendency to talk at length about either her work or about these two friends of hers I've never met and don't really have any particular interest in, either. Ok, so I'm a little jealous. If it gets to be too much, I can usually steer the conversation around those 2 speed bumps easily enough.