"I don't think it is a good relationship, you know. I know Lisa and Al are friends, but you going out alone with Lisa is not helping her drinking problem. You are kidding yourself."
"Well, you don't know that. I like her and the others like her but won't go places with her. We have a good time. And I like going out with her. And since you had your affair, I am going to have a little fun once in a while, not hang around the house doing housework!"
Jill Kelly felt completely vindicated by this argument. She continued getting ready for Lisa to pick her up for a night at a club or two. She snapped the brassiere and tugged it around her waist, then pulled it up over her shoulders and settled her heavy breasts into the cups, leaning toward the mirror.
The pantyhose, she secretly knew, were a safety garment to help ward off errant men's hands in case they became too forward. In the bars of course, something like that could happen even if she did not encourage it at all. Her plan was simply to listen to the music, share complaints with her friend, have a few drinks and come home. The problem could sometimes be having too many drinks, but she did not let that thought linger.
Lisa rang the doorbell and Jill hurried to button the black dress and put on lipstick.
"Al's out of town, who knows where. I don't. He doesn't tell me shit, Ben, you know that!" She had a deep laugh but her blue eyes didn't laugh with it. "How have you been? How come you aren't out of town too?"
"Next week, Lisa, next week I am in Boston. You two will be careful, right? And don't forget you have to drive."
"Who knows, Ben, maybe we'll get lucky. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't say that, should I?"
Ben thought ruefully that she might just mean it, though.
Jill came down the stairs in a cloud of perfume. They were quite a pair. Both attractive, one brunette and the other blond with her hair up on top of her head showgirl style. Both dressed stylishly in black dresses that showed their impressive shapes. Jewelry sparkled here and there. Their high heels clicked through the hall and out the door.
"We won't be late! Make sure Jeffrey does his homework."
Ben knew they would in fact be quite late and probably quite tipsy, if not drunk. He could only hope for the best.
#
"Where is Al?"
"How would I know? He doesn't tell me anything! Well, maybe Atlanta, he might have mentioned it. I don't give a crap. Let's go to Johnnie's and dance a little."
"OK. I should be home before midnight, Lisa. Right?"
"Right."
They pulled into the parking lot that swung all the way around the low flat roof building with the tall sign announcing "Johnnie's Pastime Club in red neon script.
Their heels made a scrunching noise until it turned from gravel to pavement near the entrance.
"Wouldn't you think they could pave the damned parking lot?" Lisa grumbled. "They charge enough for the drinks."
"No cover charge ladies, it's Ladies Night" Chet was a familiar face and didn't charge these two at any time.
"Oh, Chet, you are so sweet! It's always ladies night, isn't it?"
"Yes for you two it is always ladies night. How are you Jill?"
"I'm fine. Nice to see you. Are there any seats left?"
"Plenty, if you can?t find one, come back and I will find you one."
They entered under the neon lights of the front and stopped a minute to let their eyes become accustomed to the darkness of the large bar and dance floor.
"Over there?"
"Yes."
Jill followed Lisa among the tables as she said an occasional hello or patted someone on the shoulder.
Lisa ordered a screwdriver and Jill ordered a Manhattan cocktail on the rocks. "Don't let me drink these all night!" she urged the waitress. "They make me crazy!"
"This is a nice band, eh?"
"Yes. Nice." Jill replied.
They put their heads together to talk above the crowd noise. Lisa complained about her husband and trouble with the children at school. She had been called to the school for her oldest not attending again. She really was a caring and concerned parent, but her demeanor and language was a bit of a put-off to many of Jill's friends.
Jill was a sympathetic listener and so after the second round of drinks, they were deep into commiserating.
"Can we join you ladies?"
Lisa smiled at the two men and motioned them to sit down.
Jill was not always comfortable with Lisa's easy ways but did not protest. She was the friendly outgoing person in her family. When she was out with her husband, she was always a little afraid of strangers approaching because Ben came across as not very friendly to strangers. Usually he was not in the mood for the small talk it required.
But Jill herself was at home with strangers and very engaging with small talk needed in a bar setting.
Jill switched to white wine when the waitress came back. They had a third round with Bill and Kyle and Bill asked her to dance. They all got up and went to the dance floor. Bill was a good dancer it turned out and they fell easily into step on the swingy country song being played. She was soon laughing at his jokes and teases and having a good time. She was feeling very happy and feeling the alcohol. She was a bit wary, but having a good time. They were becoming friends.
The music slowed and they stayed on the dance floor. Jill felt his prick bumping into her tummy. She was sure she should back away... But they were being friendly and she relaxed against him. It was just enough that she was aware of it as their bodies moved together with just a little movement side to side. She could feel it slide slightly against the dress and the pantyhose underneath it. Just a nice pressure. What is he thinking? She wondered. Was he thinking about the feel of the dress against the nylon underneath, or was he not aware of that at all? She was not naive, but she always had a positive thought about things like that.
"Like the music, Jill?" he asked, turning his face so that she would hear.
"Yes, I love it, don't you?" she replied, aware that she was probably blowing in his ear. He pressed his cheek against hers and pulled her just a little closer. She felt the warmth of his prick, which seemed to be getting firmer... warmer. Jill pressed her tummy against it... just a little. After all, that's natural when you dance.
"That's a pretty perfume." He said.
"Thank you! Not too heavy, is it"?"
He took a deep breath with his nose nuzzling her hair. "Mmmm, perfect."
Jill put her head on his shoulder, and squeezed his hand.
They had another round waiting when they came back to the table holding hands.
"It looks like you two are hitting it off!" Lisa whispered.
"Oh shush. We?re just dancing."
"But he's nice?"
"Yes, he's very nice. Cute, too."
"Want to go to the little girls' room?"
They excused themselves and went off to the Ladies' room.
"She's hot!" Kyle said.
"Jill" or Lisa?"
"I meant yours, Jill. But mine has great tits!"
"Yes, Jill is good. Nice rack on her, too. Good dancer, too."
"Think she'll do it?"
"You never know. I would like to though. She is one hot MILF."
"I'll bet. How long has your old lady been gone?"
"Six months."
"Shhhiiiit!" Kyle laughed and slapped his thigh.
They didn't feel the need to get up when the girls came back.
"Jeeze, look at those things sway when she walks!" Kyle said quietly turning his head to the side. The two did look statuesque in their high heels. They were dressed a little better than most of the women and attracted a lot of men's eyes.
They had another round of drinks and Jill could feel her face was a little flushed and her words flowing easier. Her laugh was more frequent and her smile very open and friendly. Her knee touched both men when they leaned in for conversation. She made a point while talking and placed her hand on Bill's wrist when she talked.
They went back on the dance floor for a slow number and didn't move very much except against each other. She felt his prick now and it was quite firm against her tummy. Jill knew that it was making her moist between her legs and she enjoyed the feeling. He seemed very nice and she let him kiss her. They stopped while the kiss soaked in... how long? She wasn?t sure. It was pleasant. She let the tip of her tongue barely slip out between lipstick lips. It wasn't much, but he felt it and slipped his tongue against her lips, her teeth. She opened her mouth and let him give her a deep soul kiss... there, right there on the dance floor, with all those others doing similar things. Rubbing her mound against him and taking his tongue into her mouth. Her married mouth. She suddenly thought about that... and decided not to mind. His hand was below her waist, the top shelf of her bottom. He traced her panty-line, through dress and pantyhose; he found the trace of her panty leg over the cheek of her ass. She knew what he was feeling. There was a plane on the side of the cheeks of her ass and she knew that it was a fascination for men. Not completely round, her flank had a flat spot that was quite sexy. And he had found it and was fondling her there. She enjoyed the light touch across her bottom and slipped her hand across his broad back under his jacket in a sensual caress.
Bill rotated his hips in a clearly sexual way against her mound and felt her softness against the underside of his cock. He had carefully adjusted it to stand vertical under his pants before they got to the dance floor. In a few seconds, he felt the pressure returned. The attractive woman was fucking him back! She looked up into his eyes and they kissed again. Her tongue dueled with his and he was afraid he might ejaculate right there against her tummy. He tried to calm down. He moved his hand across the width of her bottom, caressing and exploring across the lovely double loaves of her ass and into the interesting crease between them.
There was something almost innocent about her. He almost thought that she wasn't thinking of the meaning of pressing her pussy against him like that. It just seemed the natural thing to do. He had no idea why he thought that, but it was just a fleeting thought because mostly he was thinking how nice it would be if she let him put his eager cock into that pussy and let him pleasure both of them. He was breathing a little heavy, and finally let her lips escape his. He smiled down into her brown eyes and she smiled at him. She was slightly drunk, he was aware of that. He brought their hands up between them so he could feel her tits. They were real. Real and soft and firm at the same time. Would he get to take her brassiere off tonight? He thought of that and traced the wide band across her back. Wide because she needed a strong brassiere to hold that load, he thought. Maybe a Maidenform that he used to look at in his mother's catalogs and in his mother's clothes basket.
