As the evening progressed Mark and Susan continued to fuck each other to the point of collapse. Susan who wasn't much of a drinker, usually, had finished three glasses of champagne and was feeling more than a little tipsy. This concerned Mark a little as she wasn't known for staying awake when under the influence.
"I want to go out!" she exclaimed slightly slurring her words.
"Where do you want to go?" asked Mark with a slight hesitation in his voice.
"A good bar that is close by with some good atmosphere, awesome music, and beautiful people." She chuckled raising her wine glass she had since topped off. "I think I better go get cleaned up."
Susan had been filled up with Mark's cum at least three times and his seed was dripping down her thigh. She drank some more champagne and entered the bathroom. Mark followed and joined her. Susan ran the shower and stepped under the spray. The droplets danced off her flesh, massaging every sensitive inch of her. She lathered up her soap and applied it to her body caressing each inch and taking care to ensure she was clean and pure. Mark watched her intently as his erection grew again with every stroke she took across her body. Susan noticed him watching her and looked at his hard cock standing upright for her to see.
"We can't go out with you looking like that, can we?" she said as she motioned for him to join her in the shower. She pushed him against the glass and took his erect manhood into her hand and began to jerk his cock hard. "I hope you cum soon....I need a margarita!"
Susan continued to stroke him and it wasn't long before he fired off a barrage of semen in her direction. Had she had not been paying attention she would have received his love juice across her face which really wasn't her thing. Instead she directed his cock down towards her full heaving breasts.
"Now look what you did. I have to clean them off again." She smirked up at him.
"Me? You didn't want me going out with a hard cock." They both laughed holding each other as the water danced off their entwined bodies.
Susan and Mark got cleaned up and began getting dressed. It didn't take Mark too long. He figured a simple pair of Khakis, his favorite black shirt and some loafers should do the trick. Susan however was surprised to see the little black dress and grinned from ear to ear. She was wearing a black lacey bra and nothing else when she walked into the room and asked Mark if this is what he wanted her to wear.
"Ummm yeah but put the dress on to at least cover the bra." Mark snickered.
Susan looked at Mark "Duh!"
She slid the dress over her head pulling it down until it hugged every curve and revealed her lush round breasts and visible cleavage to the world. The dress came about mid thigh and left nothing to the imagination. Mark had realized she wasn't wearing panties and found this to be exciting to him.
"Sans Panties?" he asked
"You know what. No I aint wearing any tonight. Screw it. That way if I want you to finger me, or taste me, easy access baby."
Mark could feel his cock throbbing. This was gonna be fun.
"Anywhere you wanna go?" he asked her hoping she just wanted to go get fucked by him somewhere.
"A bar that has big Margaritas." She demanded.
They left the room hand in hand and ventured through the hallway, into the elevator, where an older couple was riding down to the lobby. Mark and Susan smiled as Mark caressed her ass through the dress. She pulled him close to her and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue in his mouth knowing the old couple was watching. The alcohol from earlier had had a profound effect on her, releasing her inhibitions and causing her to let down her guard. She liked this feeling, it probably wouldn't be an everyday thing for her but to be so free and unrestricted made her feel so naughty. Her pussy was hot and beginning to get wet. She loved it. She wanted to touch herself right there but figured a night in the local jail really wasn't what Mark had planned.
Wait, she thought. What Mark had planned was beginning to take a back seat. This was more impromptu at this point and she liked it but she wanted to have some control. As they exited the hotel, Susan was plotting and scheming. She wanted to make this a night neither of them would forget. But she still wanted that margarita.
"Hey lets go to McKinleys" she suggested with a teasing look in her eyes.
"Really?" said Mark, confused but intrigued.
McKinleys was a known hub of activity for the local gay and lesbian scene but was frequented by straights as well. They had great music, a non threatening atmosphere and as Susan pointed out, great margaritas. Of course Susan was plotting.
"Yes really. And I promise I will make it worth your while." She winked as those words slid off her tongue.
"Ok...Sold!" As he grabbed her hand and headed down the street. Within five minutes they were inside McKinleys.
As they entered the door a wave of eroticism poured over Susan. She felt so unrestricted and liberated just by walking in the door. Mark, knowing his partner was wearing no panties felt so aroused the bulge in his pants was becoming visible. Susan began scanning the room, appearing to Mark as though she was looking for somewhere to sit, looking for the right one. Mark pointed out a booth over in the corner which was dimly lit and secluded. Mark thought if he could get Susan to the booth he could take full advantage of her current panty-less state. The images danced through his head, and picturing her legs spread with him fingering her juicy, throbbing pussy knowing people were this close was so erotic to him. His cock felt so restrained. Then he felt a hand grip the prison which contained his manhood. He looked down startled, unsure who had hold of him.
"Hey, Relax. I didn't think you would enjoy yourself so much in here." It was Susan, who winked while now rubbing his crotch. "I found somewhere near the bar. Shall we go and sit?" Mark's images exited his thoughts as quickly as they entered. "I guess." He replied with a slight sigh of disappointment.
Susan and Mark headed to the bar and he ordered drinks, for him a cold beer and for her a margarita. This would make her happy, or completely knock her unconscious. This was not a normal size beverage. This was a happy hour size and Mark knew why people were so happy after happy hour. Susan looked at her drink, smiled, giggled, and raising the large glass to her full freshly painted lips, took a large gulp. It was intense the balance between alcohol and other flavors were perfect. It was strong though, not usually how she liked it but tonight she didn't seem to care. Then she moved on to the real reason she had picked the seat at the bar.
