Walking into the kitchen John smiled to himself as he thought about the night ahead.
He and his girlfriend, Laura, had spent the last hour drinking together, pre-gaming before heading out to the bars. He was on his way to pour one more shot for each of them before they went out, and he was eagerly anticipating a night out with his sexy girlfriend.
John filled two shot glasses and set the bottle back on the counter before handing Laura a shot and picked up his own. "Ready?" he asked. In response Laura raised her shot glass to tap against his and together they tossed them down, both reaching for their chasers to clear the aftertaste of the alcohol from their mouths.
Setting his chaser down John picked up both shot glasses and headed to the sink. "Okay, I'll clean up, go finish getting ready and we'll head out."
"All right, I'm almost ready." Laura replied, walking back to her bedroom. As she walked away John couldn't help checking out her gorgeous body. Tonight she had chosen a pink, or "coral," form-fitting dress that barely made it to mid-thigh, displaying lots of her long, thin legs. Atop those magnificent legs she had a fantastic, firm, perfectly shaped ass that most girls only wished they had. Her chest was the kind that John loved best, small, pert, and perfectly shaped. Above all this she had a cascade of curly blond hair.
Watching her walk out of the room he was tempted to change their plans and go take her out of that dress and into bed right then but knew that a fun night waited. Tearing his gaze away from her he quickly put the kitchen in order and followed into her bedroom.
"Which shoes?" Laura queried, gesturing to a couple options she had set out. The first was a pair of black shoes with five-inch heels that she liked to call her stripper heels. Next to them was a pair of knee high black leather boots, her hooker boots.
After a moment of thought John pointed "The boots."
He sat down of the bed to tie his own shoes as she pulled the boots on. Standing up he checked his pockets, making sure that he had both of their IDs, his credit card, plenty of cash, her house key, and of course a pair of condoms. "I think I've got everything." He often wound up with his pockets full of stuff because Laura wasn't fond of carrying a purse, especially when hitting the bars.
Together they walked upstairs and out of Laura's house, John locking the door behind him. After a short walk they came to their first stop of the night, a little bar with a good view of the street and sidewalk so they could people watch, as they liked to do when drinking.
They stepped up to the bar to order their drinks, Laura a cosmo and John a rum and coke. Drinks in hand they sat down on stools at the window. As they sat, chatted, and made fun of people walking by John rested one hand on her bare thigh, below the hem of her dress. Halfway absently he gently rubbed her thigh, his fingertips gently brushing her inner thigh. He loved the feel of her smooth, firm thigh under his hand, plus he knew that his touch would get her a little aroused, a state he hoped to keep her in and build all night.
Finishing their drinks they stood to leave the bar to make their way to their next destination. As the stepped out onto the sidewalk John wrapped one arm around Laura's waist and in this fashion they walked to their next destination and stepped up to the end of the line at the door. Being one of the few bars in town where you could dance there was often a line.
Shortly they came to the front of the line, paid their cover charge, and walked down the stairs into the bar. As was their usual procedure they stopped at the bar for a drink for each of them before finding a table with a good view of the dance floor. They sat down and John made sure to position his chair immediately next to hers so that their hips and shoulders touched and he could again rest his hand on her thigh. They sipped their drinks and commenced their usual banter, making fun of the really bad dancers, the people who were obviously already horribly drunk, and the awkward or creepy guys on the fringes of the dance floor.
Eventually they finished their drinks and John stood up. He offered his hand to Laura and asked "Care to dance."
"I'd love to." She replied with a smile.
They made their way out into the middle of the press of bodies and began grinding on each other to the music pumping through the speakers. As they pressed bodies together, grinding their hips into one another John felt himself getting hard and knew that Laura would be able to feel his erection as she pressed into him. In confirmation she modified her motions to press her ass more firmly against his cock through their clothing. He pulled her hips harder into him and could tell by how she arched her back and the way she moved that their dancing was turning her on too. She was also clearly feeling the alcohol they had consumed.
They continued dancing and John let his hands roam her body, from her hips up her sides to cup her breasts then back down to her thighs. As she danced the hem Laura's dress got pushed farther up her thighs, as it often did, and John let his hands enjoy the smoothness of her bare thighs, only occasionally tugging the bottom of her dress back down so it didn't ride up too high.
As one song ended Laura turned to face him and he pulled her into a kiss, sliding his tongue into her open mouth. They remained facing each other as the next song started, and John positioned one of his legs between Laura's. He could tell she was horny, and drunk, by the way she ground her pelvis against his thigh as the continued dancing. In this position John was able to let his hands enjoy her back, lingering mostly on her ass, and on the backs of her thighs.
