This is my Second Submission. Your feedback is appreciated.
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For a night out on a whim, the hotel room they reserved was quite nice. Upon entering the room was a black leather couch and a couple of matching chairs. A large flat screen TV positioned in the center wall. Further back was the fridge and minibar, a sink, and large full length mirror next to the bathroom, which contained a walk in shower. The attached bedroom had a large king size bed, plenty of room to walk around, with full mahogany bedroom furniture.
"This will do just fine," Jill commented as they set their overnight bags down.
As they frequently do when they plan a night out, a hotel room gets them close to the action downtown and relieves them of the worries of driving. It isn't often they get to venture into the city. Their suburban home, on the edge of town, makes it difficult to get to the bustle of the city. This is the only way to truly enjoy themselves and be free.
"I plan on us having a wonderful evening if I can just get rid of this headache. I've taken ibuprofen and it's just hanging on", Max said while rubbing his temples. "I won't let it get in the way of our festivities. I promise."
"Why don't you lay down and rest while I get in the shower and prep," Jill suggested. "We have plenty of time before we need to get going."
Rarely do they get a night to themselves, with stressful jobs, kids, friends, and family continually demanding their time. A night together is just what they needed to realign themselves and be able to face everyday life.
Max laid down and immediately dozed off. There was no doubt he wasn't feeling his normal, rambunctious self. Typically, he would have already suggested they make use of the big bed in the room and forget about any plans they had. It was not uncommon for him to turn a night out into a long night of love making in their hotel.
"Are you going to sleep all night, or can we get things moving along," Jill whispered in Max's ear as he lay sprawled out on the bed.
"I'm up. Let me change and get ready. We have dinner reservations soon."
Max took the typical 20 minutes to shower, shave, and prep his ever-perfect hair. Before long he was ready and awaiting Jill to finish in the mirror.
"Give me 5 minutes. I'm almost ready," Jill answered before Max could even ask the question. 20 years together leaves little unknown between the two.
"How do I look," she asked, already knowing the answer. The little black dress she bought the day before enhanced every part of her luscious body. Cleavage for days, perfect legs wrapped in fishnet poked out the bottom, and an open back that was on the verge of exposing her tight little ass.
"Stunning as always," he said. "Are you sure you want to leave this room? I would be perfectly happy removing that dress and staying in."
They grabbed an Uber and headed to a nearby restaurant their friends had been raving about. One of those trendy little places with subway tile everywhere and small, expensive courses. They were known for their infused alcohols and freshly prepared mixers. Max ordered both of them a drink as soon as they sat down. The male server was having a difficult time paying attention to Max with all that cleavage in the other seat, something Max has always loved. He was proud of the lady that hung on his arm for all these years. She was his trophy and he loved to show her off.
"I don't know if I will get anything at this place, but I'm sure you will be given great care," he told Jill when the server walked away. "He all but buried his face in those great tits of yours and who can blame him."
Jill blushed at his words, as the shy conservative flower always does. She dresses this way for him, even though she secretly loves the attention. "He's half my age, he wasn't looking at me. Look at all these gorgeous women around here. I'm old enough to be their mother."
"The sexiest mother I've ever seen," Max followed quickly.
When he returned with their drinks, Max caught him staring again and said, "Nice aren't they? You should see them in all their glory. Honey, show him a little more."
"Max! Don't embarrass him, or me for that matter," she exclaimed. But the submissive that she is obediently pulled one of her great mounds out so no one but he and the server could see. The server's eyes bugged out of his head like a cartoon and was caught in a trance at the shocking display at his table. She elegantly put it back in her dress and Max ordered for the two of them. The server stood there after he took their order, unsure of his ability to complete his job at this point.
The rest of the meal was a series of small dishes with exquisite flavor, hand crafted cocktails, and romance as they so easily reminded each other why their love was so strong. The server came and removed the dishes from their main course, making sure to catch as many glimpses of Jill's cleavage while at the table.
"Would you care for dessert tonight? I would be happy to bring the dessert tray if you would like," the waiter asked.
Jill immediately shook her head no. It is well known that Jill was one of the few people in the world that could live without sweets.
"I think we are going to skip dessert. I'm planning on a different sort of dessert tonight, if you know what I mean," Max smirked and both Jill and the server immediately blushed simultaneously. "Sorry friend, I can't allow you to see the rest this time."
The bill was paid and they were off to a night of drinking and dancing at one of their favorite bars. It was usually full of people their age and younger, loud but tolerable club music, and drinks flowing all around. Ladies were always dressed their best and the men varied. Max always hated lazy men that didn't take as much care in their appearance as their dates. A man should make a woman proud to be seen with him. First impressions and image were important to Max. If a man dressed like a slob, Max thought his life was likely also disheveled. "If my wife is going to take the time to look her best for me, it's my responsibility to do the same for her," Max would always say.
It was late enough when they arrived that the place was already starting to heat up. Luckily, they found a spot right next to the dance floor, which was their favorite place to be. Max went to the bar and ordered a couple drinks, Malibu and Cranberry for her and a Crown and Coke for himself. The two spent some time observing, enjoying their cocktails, and discussing the clientele there that night. A favorite pastime of the two, gossiping about this girl and that guy, pointing out the irregular ones, and commenting on the cream of the crop. Jill was the best at this. She was ever-observant and always knew what was going on around her.
A couple more drinks and Max had pulled Jill onto the dance floor. Max wasn't a great dancer, but with enough liquor, he would cut a rug with the best of them. Jill had training in dance and always made everyone on the dance floor look like amateurs, especially Max's two left feet. He knew she loved to dance, so it was never a question when the time came. He would make a fool of himself, while she glided across the dance floor like a swan.
