After I graduated from college, I landed a job as a salesman for a plumbing supply company. It was a great job with a lot of traveling and a great bunch of co-workers. I made a lot of friends. The receptionist was a hot 25 year old. Cindy was tall at 5'8" and very athletic. She had a great rack, a firm round ass and a great face to go with it. She wore short tight skirts to work and showed some cleavage. Generally speaking, it was not that hard to see some tit or get a beaver shot or see the outline of her panties beneath her skirts. She was a real turn on. A lot of guys would have given anything for a quick go with Cindy. She knew it and enjoyed teasing the guys. However, she was married so the rest of the guys and I could only drool.
Once when I called in from a business trip, Cindy was crying when she answered the phone. I asked her if she was okay, but she refused to talk about it. When I returned home, I learned that Cindy and her husband were divorcing. I had met her husband a few times and he was a complete idiot. I could tell he had no idea how hot his wife was. Some guys just do not have a clue. At least they did not have any kids. We all tried to console Cindy as best we could, but I could tell she was broken hearted.
A few weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, Cindy came back from lunch late and announced that she had just appeared in Court and her divorce was final. She asked if anybody wanted to party with her to celebrate. The whole office volunteered.
Cindy had a very tight short skirt on which showed her ample round ass to perfection. I was sure I could make out the outline of some very skimpy panties beneath the tight fabric. She also wore a very tight sweater which showed off her large breasts. I complemented her on how good she looked and she told me that she wore the outfit especially for her ex- husband so that he could see what he would never have again. She was pretty sure she made her point when she showed up at the court house for the divorce hearing. She said a lot of men were gawking at her at the court house and her husband looked plenty sheepish.
It was Friday and everybody, men and women, took Cindy up on her offer. There were about twenty of us at the local watering hole. The women were talking to Cindy about what asses men were and the men were trying to figure out who had a chance to get lucky with Cindy on her first night as a divorcee. All of the women and some of the guys were married and they had to leave early. Cindy was just getting loosened up at that point and made it clear that she was ready to party. There were ten of us who were single. Jim suggested that we head to a club in a nearby town which had a good band and a big dance floor. Cindy was all for it. She said she had not danced for a long time.
We had to take two cars. I made sure to stick close to Cindy and jumped in the back seat of a Lincoln Continental with her in the middle. Before we started, Bart produced a pint of Jack Daniels and passed it around. Cindy took a big pull on it and I could tell she was getting pretty drunk.