My sister is single...again and there isn't too much worse for her than to not have someone in her life. Thats not unusual but at times she is nothing but insufferable to everyone around her too.
We were originally going to the swap meet early along with brunch on a recent Saturday, then she didn't want to do that and wanted to go shopping later on then have dinner out. I asked her is she was sure this time and with a chuckle, she said sure.
So I got ready-I put on just a touch of makeup and played with my hair to get it the way I wanted, then some bangly jewelry.
I pulled my baby blue sheer underwire bra out of the drawer and hooked it on and then I found a freshly washed pair of tan nylons which I pulled onto each foot, calf, thigh and then my butt and tummy. I'll wear nylons or capri hose under leggings and yoga pants where the material is thinner or when they are a lighter shade like white, gray creme, that sort of thing.
Looking around in my walk in, I looked at all kinds of tops and finally settled on a bright red semi sheer casual blouse with a touch of orange in it and pulled it on, buttoning it up the back. Then I went to my drawers and found a cute pair of light tan leggings with some mesh cut outs up each leg, pulled them over my nylons and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I decided to let the blouse hang loose-it was one of those that was shorter in front and a bit longer in back-it hung about halfway down my butt. Not bad! Then I rustled around in my closet again and found some brown flats to wear out shopping.
Then I waited....and waited. Well after an hour, she called and now wanted to go out for dinner then drinks and dancing. Really? At first, I wasn't so sure as she just wanted me to help her find some guy and wasn't wanting to go out by herself. I thought about it some more as she was chattering about some semi underground club in Westwood that was full of fun high end people.
So the past few weeks, I kind of knew that my husband was dating someone. We have a great relationship and we enjoy swinging and the like and we've always had an arrangement where we can have a side dating thing from time to time, but we are pretty good about telling each other and being respectful to each other about it and not keep things from each other. As often as not these playmates have often ended up being swing partners or threesomes with us all playing together too.
I wasn't pissed or angry but was irritated at him nonethless and decided to myself "what the hell", he's fucking some cute young thing, I need to do something to let him know I'm sexy and desirable to sexy, hot and good looking people too, my sister and I haven't had a fun night out together much less meeting men in a long, long time so.....I stopped her short in her monologue and said yes of course we will.
I didn't want to go back and change into a dress or anything but I re did my makeup for dinner and a night out-specificly, I rubbed the faint eye shadow off and applied gold dust and slate eyeshadow, gave myself cats eyes, made my blush darker and then applied bright red lipstick. I added more jewelry, including my thin black steel necklace that was also a casual collar.
I belted my blouse with a gold toned belt and then decided to ditch my flats and I took a pair of over the knee brown boots out of the box and put them on. they are medium brown and have a high spiky heel. I tucked my leggings into the boots.I also threw on a black leather jacket. I looked like I was on the hunt for trouble.
Debbie was wearing a very sexy very sheer gray top and bright red bra and black jeans. She decided that she didn't like the boots she was wearing and I let her borrow my snakeskin pumps. Before leaving I changed my bag to something more evening like so I grabbed my gold clutch and almost as an afterthought, remembered to put in some breath mints, another edible, a spare pair of nylons and several condoms with my other stuff in the clutch in addition to my perfume and compact.
She finally came over and we shared an edible before heading out. As we drove from our home, she was talking about how she really needed this, how she really really appreciated me going with her and how she "really owed me one". Debbie also offered to give me money to cover an uber should she meet a nice guy. I declined and told her I'd be just fine if I needed to get myself home and told her I'd let her know somehow if I thought the guy was a creep or unsafe or something like that and we agreed on a safe word she'd use if we needed to get out of there fast.
During this, I played it cool. My sister knows that my husband and I have a healthy sex life-she's caught us making love more than once but she doesn't know too much about the kinkier aspects of our life. As far as I know, she's fairly vanilla and am not wanting her to know about any of that much less that I was entertaining the idea of a hook up. If she only knew half of what my husband and I have done!
We found a cute new Thai resturant on Ventura in Woodland Hills and had a blast matching wine with Thai food.
After that, we drove her car to the club. It was definitely underground as it was located in a strip center on the second floor that was empty except for this club, a dispensary and a 24 hour donut shop. Before we got out, we gobbled the other pot brownie as the first one was starting to wear off on us.
There was the customary line with a bouncer outside. He let us in after we'd waited about 5 minutes for him to notice us and wave us in--unattached women tend to get in right after celebrities in my experience. I knew we must have looked good to him as he "had" to pat us both down rather than just do a cursory check of our handbags.
The club was large and loud and very full, even for a Saturday night. There were multiple rooms that were separate from the main dance floor and bars-some were set up with other bands and others still were meant for conversation when you didn't want the music blasting.
We found a spot at the bar where we could see and more importantly be seen and ordered 2 glasses of wine.
The club was full of pretty people of different ages, races, men, women-it was a kalidoscope of nice looking people wearing all kinds of different clothes from jeans like my sister all the way to nice cocktail wear and suits as well as sexy clubwear too.
We met several guys we danced with and who bought us drinks but the interest just wasn't there. I'd been texting my husband, letting him know we were safe and having a good time, when this guy came up and right away I knew they'd hit it off. Nice guy, I think his name was Ron or Roger or something. He and Debbie shot off to the dance floor and were having a good time together, kissing and hugging and all that so I knew that unless he turned out to have that creep factor, they'd be going somewhere togther and I'd either drive Debbie's car home or I'd Uber it and we'd figure things out Sunday. They came over and wanted to find a table, Roger found one and we went over. Turned out they wanted it so thay could make out. I was ok with the kissing and all but it was when he managed to take her bra off and was fondling her boobs that I decided to give them some relative privacy. I told them I was getting some fresh air and Debbie waved a hand at me that she understood as she was too busy sucking on Rogers face to answer me.
I wandered around the club a bit, checking out some of the other rooms and ended up in one of the "quieter" rooms looking at some fun post modern art. There was also a cigar bar where a few folks were hanging out. I liked the smell and so slowed my pace at looking at each piece more carefully when a strong melodious voice whispered in my ear "my friend thinks you are wearing white cotton panties and I think you are wearing a sexy tiger striped thong". I was in my own world and could only stutter "what"?
He repeated himself and I turned, regaining my composure answered "so you just really want to see me naked or something, right?" He blushed a bit and I told him "buy me a drink you cutie and you may find out-if you are lucky!"
He introduced himself- his name is McLean and we went off to find the nearest bar. He was tall-had to be about 6'3" or so-he was way taller than me in my boots and had long thick red hair and had an athletes build- in our conversations he told me he was a college baseball player somewhere and was working as an architect in Santa Monica. He was wearing an expensive suit with a white dress shirt and pocket square. I liked how he looked a great deal.
I looked at my phone-i hadn't heard back from my husband for a while -was he banging that bitch now in our bed or hers I thought to myself, but my sister texted a little after 11 to let know that her and her new friend were heading out to another club.....riiiiigggghhhhtttt. I knew from experience they were going to either her home or wherever her new friend lived.
Turning back to McLean, I smiled as he brought two glasses with a bottle of wine to the table he found for us. We had a drink and then he asked me to dance. I ditched my jacket as he put his hand on the small of my back to guide me. We had fun dancing several fast and slow dances and we went back to our table and drained that bottle dry. We snuggled up a bit and he kissed me lightly on my cheek then hit my lips full on. Oh he was an amazing kisser and soon we were making out. He was rubbing my back and finally fond my butt which he fondled. His arms were like steel bands and I felt like he might be a lot of fun tonite. McLean was bold and played with my boobs through my blouse. My hand sort of accidently brushed his crotch and felt a strong bulge. I grabbed it hard let go then grabbed it harder now and gave it a squeeze.
We broke apart when a scantily clad waitress asked if we wanted another bottle and he said yes. I saw McLean sneak a peak at her ass and brought him back to me with another kiss. We went back out on the dance floor and caught a few more tunes. During the last slow song his big hands found themselves on my butt while we were kissing. He slid a hand down my leggings and felt my butt through my hose. I liked that and he did too although he had a quizzical look on his face.