Sami and Jena did venture across the river that following week, as planned. Both were dressed to attract, and attract they did. Their plan was to dance and tease with some of the locals that hang out there, at the Loft, but the surprise turned out to be on them.
Even though it was the middle of the week, the bar was crowded with patrons; drinking at the bar, sitting in the darkened booths, mingling, or dancing on the dimly lit floor.
Jena and Sami squeezed in at the bar and Jena ordered for them both. The bartender looked at Sami for maybe a second or two, but fetched the beers, smiling at Sami when she handed one to her.
They found a spot off to the side and silently sipped at their beers while taking in the crowd. Butches, soccer-moms, older, younger, married or single; If you couldn't find a partner here, there was something seriously wrong with you.
Jena and Sami had plenty of offers to dance and they took most of them up. Each was having quite the time playing kissy-face on the dark dance floor with their many partners, each getting themselves worked up for what they hoped would be a monster fuck-session later on that night.
It turned out to be so, but not as they envisioned it.
Their eyes met, there, on the dance floor, as they were both being led around by their partners. Sami was dancing with a Butch, letting the Butch nibble on her ear and feel her ass as they danced to the slow soulful tune.
She, Dr. Michaels, Sami's fine-arts teacher at the college, was in the arms of one of the soccer-moms who was having quite the time kissing and licking Dr. Michaels' long, slender neck.
They stared for the brief second or two in recognition of each other, their eyes registering the knowledge, but without saying anything as they passed each other. Sami was thinking about whether or not she was surprised at seeing Dr. Michaels, and decided that she wasn't.
Funny thing is that Dr. Michaels was thinking the same thing.
Turning down an offer to go to a motel with the Butch, Sami walked back to the booth that she and Jena had finally secured for themselves shortly after arriving. Standing at the table, Sami sipped her drink-they had switched to Mimosas-and scanned the floor, looking for Jena. She found her, locked in a grope-fest with one of the Butch gals, both of them kissing and fondling each other lustfully.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise to find you here, Sami," the voice said from behind Sami's back.
Turning, Sami saw that it was Dr. Michaels, and smiling, she replied, "Yeah, well, I could say the same thing, couldn't I?" Sami jokingly said, adding, "How ya doing, Dr. Michaels?"
"Nope, outside of the classroom, you may call me Nikki; Dr. Michaels is locked in the classroom until eight tomorrow morning," smiling brightly at Sami as she said it.
"Sit down, Nikki, take a load off," Sami offered as she slid into the booth, dragging her drink along the table with her.
Nikki did and turning, called a waitress over; "I'll have what she's having and bring her another one, okay Bobbi?"
"Sure thing, Nikki, and by the way you look hot tonight, as always," Bobbi replied and blowing Nikki an air-kiss as she walked away.
"So, I guess this isn't your first time here?" Sami said jokingly.
"Oh hell no, Sami, I've been coming here since way before Katrina, almost from the first opening night," Nikki replied, her eyes taking in Sami's classic beauty.
Nikki Michaels was forty-two, single, and held a Doctorate in Fine Arts and had been teaching at the college for ten years. She was a brunette with medium length hair, and was 5' 7'ish and probably 130 pounds or so. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt that showed off her body nicely, especially her twins.
"You don't seem surprised to see me here," Sami threw out onto the table.
"Nor you, me," Nikki parried back to Sami.
"I sort of suspected that you preferred the ladies," Sami offered truthfully.
"And I, you," Nikki tossed back.
Interrupted by the delivery of their drinks, they toasted each other, and sipped, both staring at the other as they did.
"Dance with me?" Nikki asked when she put her drink down.
Sami answered by sliding out of the booth and holding out her hand to help Nikki from the booth. Taking Sami's hand, Nikki slid gracefully from the booth, revealing a pair of nice looking thighs as her skirt rode up her legs.
They danced close to each other, their arms wrapped tightly around the other. There were no words, no feels, nothing but the sensuousness of each other's body sliding across their own as they moved slowly on the floor.
Opening her eyes at one point, Sami saw that Jena had moved to a booth in a dark corner and was busily fondling and kissing with two Butches now, both of them with a hand up Jena's skirt, Jena's legs spread a bit to accommodate their play.
Smiling, Sami closed her eyes again, and pulled Nikki tighter to her body, loving the feel of Nikki's larger breasts as they pressed against her body. Feeling Nikki moving her head upward from where she had rested it on Sami's shoulder, Sami leaned towards her.
When Nikki's tongue slowly began its dance along the side of Sami's neck, Sami's response was to drop one her hands to fondle Nikki's ass. Planting her mouth on Sami's neck, Nikki sucked slightly while flicking her tongue on Sami's skin which caused Sami to moan acceptance and delight at the feeling.
Breaking her mouth from Sami's neck, Nikki whispered into Sami's ear, "Want to step out for some fresh air with me?" then kissed Sami's earlobe in punctuation.
