One.
I stood in front of the mirror for a final check before my friends arrived with the limo. The person that stared back at me, wow, is not who I expected. I have gotten dressed up before but never have I felt so sexy and beautiful. My long, silky, chocolate brown hair fell in soft curls to the middle of my back. My make up was fresh and natural with just a hint of red color on my lush lips. Red crystal drop earrings sparkled as I fluffed my hair. The short denim skirt hugged my curves to perfection and the black poet shirt with the top three buttons left undone, added a sexy, feminine quality. My DD breasts were encased in a sheer black lace bra that allowed freedom of movement, not much support, but hey what can I say it feels so nice and the matching black thong constantly reminded me I was practically naked underneath. Three inch black heels added to my 5 foot 4 inch height, and the devilishly red toe nail polish finished the look.
Ding dong, the doorbell chimed. I quickly spritzed on my favorite perfume. With a final wink of my root beer colored eyes, and a dimpled smile at myself in the mirror, I headed to the front door, excited about a night at the dance club. It was just the way to begin the New Year. One would think that at 40 years old I would have gone to a club before, but not me. I had married at 18 and then had children, what can I say, it just never happened. So now here I am divorced for two years and have a chance to do the things I should have done in my youth.
The four of us climbed into the black limo. The door was held open by a gorgeous, 30 something man. He was above average height, about six foot six; his dark blue suit fit his slender muscular frame nicely and a chauffeurs cap atop his slicked back hair. I greeted him with a smile as I slid into the seat. Our eyes locked. I could feel a subtle tingle throughout my body as he returned my smile. He reached across me to make sure my seat belt was secure. Not exactly something I thought was in his job description, but hey...it was nice to have male hands on me, even if for just a moment. I breathed in his sexy spicy scent, part cologne, part his own unique smell. It made me slightly dizzy with lust. He closed the door.
We headed to the City for a night of fun. We popped the cork on the champagne and toasted to the night ahead.
"To US and a night to remember," I said. Just as the last word left my mouth, I look up and catch the driver as his intense gazed looked at me from the rearview mirror. I shivered in awareness; the sexual energy that I denied myself for such a very long time was in full bloom.
"To US, "their happy reply affirmed.
We all giggled, giddy with excitement. I looked at my friends, amazed at the beautiful women that have been there for me through all the good, bad and ugly. We have known each other since the sixth grade. Jen, tall and slender with curly blonde medium length hair, is married. Her hubby is going to meet us at the club. Kat, average size and height, luscious long rich coco brown hair and cute freckles sprinkled across her nose is in a relationship. Her boyfriend is out of town on business. Last but not least is Ally, short, sexy red hair, plump hour glass figure and single. We laughed and chatted as we drove towards our destination.
"Ok everyone, we are going to have to do this a bit different this year," Ally said, "Here's some paper and pens. It's time to write down everything you want to let go of from the past and to write your hopes and dreams for this wonderful new year. Instead of the fireplace, we can torch then with this." She smiled as she held up her lighter. "I think we should burn them when we arrive. I know it's a bit early but hey, girls gotta do what girls gotta do."
I contemplated what I wanted to write. I tapped the pen on my lips. I have worked hard on myself these last few years since my divorce and feel like I am headed in the right direction. Once my decision was made I quickly finished. I reviewed what I have written; I wanted to let go of; the first was my marriage and the damage I spent two years with my nose in self help books to resolve. Second my body image, ok so I'm chubby, but I am healthy. Third is my shyness. I want to be able to socialize better, not be such a wall flower in larger groups. Now for my hopes and dreams; one, ok silly but I want to win the lottery....I know I write it every year but, you never know when it might work. Two, sex, sex and more sex.....I have not been with any man other than my ex. The sex, yes SEX we shared was mostly one sided. I felt more like a servant than a partner most of the time and I want to experience more...a lot more. It's been much longer that I cared to count. I want to fulfill some of the fantasies I have. Third, to hell with the third.....what more is there .....Sex and money....love will come later...it's all about me this New Year.
Here are at last, we gazed out the window at the entrance where many people mingled about. He opened the passenger door on the driver side this time. One by one we climbed out of the limo. Each and every time the sexy driver wished us a wonderful evening as he helped us from the car. When it was my turn, I scooted to the edge of the seat, my skirt rode up to my upper thighs, I leaned forward to grasp the drivers hand, I looked up into his deep blue eyes and noted he had a birds eye view down my shirt. My large tits swayed with my movement. I felt the heat as a bright red flush crept up my neck and face. He smiled at me. I shyly smiled back embarrassed.
"Nice," he whispered as he tugged my arm to assist me out. I pushed with my legs. With a little too much strength, his or mine I'm not sure, I surged from the black car right into his solid chest. My nipples instantly hardened at the unexpected electric contact. His arm caught me around the waist to steady me and for just a moment we were intimately close. I could feel his swollen package against my lower abdomen. My head came up and he dipped his head next to mine and inhaled softly as if to savor my essence.
"Ummmm, you look and smell very sexy," he whispered for my ear alone.
I separated our bodies and with a final grin. I smoothed my skirt to make sure it was back where it should be, suddenly conscious of just how short it was. "Thanks." I winked at him as I replied. My perfume, Very Sexy by Victoria Secret was indeed an attitude I adopted for the night ahead. I planned to enjoy it immensely. He stepped aside and retreated to the door of his limo, he stood at ease, as he observed our yearly ritual.
We gathered together in a tight circle in front of the club and lit our papers.
"Ouch!" I yelped, as the heat of the flame kissed my fingers. I shook my hand to extinguish it and dropped the paper. I watched it flutter to the ground, time to let go of my fears and enjoy. We engaged in a group hug and entered the building. The driver watched as we made it safely inside. He called after us, "Have a great time, be safe." As he opened to door, he dropped his keys and bent to pick them up. We, I never saw the mischievous grin and twinkle in his eyes. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he planned the rest of his evening now that he was done with work.
Two.
The first thing we did was split up, two to the bar for drinks and two to secure a place to park for the night. With Ally in the lead we pushed our way through the crowd. I had always been a little fearful in crowds; I get anxious when the bodies invade my personal space just a bit to close. Ally grabbed my hand and tugged my along when she sensed my discomfort. How she always knew I will never know. I twisted my body sideways through two cute guys. I tried to roll my shoulders forward enough to pull my chest inward but the space was to narrow and my tits brushed against a very male chest. My nipples tingled in arousal. I pulled back and bumped into a very hard male groin. A hand cupped my shapely ass; it squeezed gently a few times. I shivered. I loved the feel of sexual arousal more than my fear of being trapped in a closed in space. Not that I liked being groped, but I did want to experience more sex, what's wrong with a little foreplay, who says there has to be a conclusion. Before I could make a comment to the two of them, Ally pulled my arm again and I landed in a small clear spot next to the bar. Oh the possibilities......was my first thought.
We quickly caught the bartender's attention and ordered the drinks. Once again we wove our way through the many bodies, on the look out for Jen and Kat. A pair of hands wiggled above heads like a beacon. We joined them at the cozy booth in the corner, shocked at the great spot she found.
