UBER ACTION
My wife Katy and I were at the curb when our Uber ride pulled up. The driver was a friendly young Indian guy named Jawal. We climbed into the back seat of his very spacious SUV. I don't know what make it was, but it was one of the big ones.
While Jawal drove, I talked about the evening with my wife. "It looked like you were having a good time."
She was drunk and slurred her words answering, "I'm exhausted, I must've danced with twenty different guys."
I was drunk too. I had been playing shuffleboard, a league semi-final that my team won. We had been to this tavern many times and knew several of the people there. We had come here for years and once we moved back to town after college, we made it a regular thing to spend Friday nights there. Katy knew a lot of folks and liked to dance. It was near Memorial Day and there was a hockey playoff game on TV with our Penguins playing. Consequently, the bar was crowded and rowdy. I had lost track of where Katy was most of the time. She was with her friend Gwen, so I wasn't worried about her.
We talked about who she had seen and I told her about winning the shuffleboard match. Being in a horny mood, I usually am, I reached over to unbutton one of the buttons on Katy's blouse. I undid another and my hand happened to brush against my wife's breasts, realizing that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"What happened to your bra?"
She told me the story. "You remember they have that area of the bar where different girls have hung their bras from the ceiling." I did. "Well, the guys talked Gwen and me into taking off our bras and hanging them with the others. I autographed mine and its up there from now on."
I supposed this was okay. My wife had been rather daring to do that, but she still had her blouse. But then, I noticed that the bottom buttons were not aligned properly. "What happened with the buttons?"
"I must've missed the alignment when I redid my blouse." She said.
"What do you mean, redid your blouse?"
She said, "Well they had me take it off when I did the thing with my bra. They said we had to do that before we hung our bras from the ceiling."
"So, you were topless."
"Yeah, but only for a couple of minutes."
"Did everyone see?" I asked.
"Well, not everyone, just the people who were watching. I think some of the guys took pictures with their phones if you want to see."
Okay, so my wife had been topless in the bar. Who knows how many people had seen her tits. I knew I would be seeing the photos. She was giggling.
She was sitting in the far seat and brought her leg onto the seat. I reached over and rubbed her leg, moving above the knee. My hand naturally moved Katy's skirt a bit and I got a glimpse up her skirt and saw she wasn't wearing panties.
"Where are your panties? I asked.
"Oh, I don't know." She replied.
"What do you mean, you don't remember losing your panties?"
She said, "Oh I remember losing them, I just don't know where they went. Probably a souvenir for someone."
"How did you lose them?"
"Gary took them off when we were in the booth."