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"Hon, did you pack any of my underwear?" I called from the hotel bedroom into the living room.
"Didn't you pack your underwear?" I heard the amused reply and knew with a sinking sensation that all the underwear I had for this trip was what I had worn on the plane.
I looked around the nice bedroom I was in of the Plaza Hotel in New York and realized I was in a bit of a quandary. We were scheduled to go out with friends of my girl's and I didn't have a lot of time. I certainly couldn't go out and shop for the underwear of choice, Victoria's was probably closed at this hour anyway. Dammit! I knew I should have packed for myself but I had been in a hurry and she generously had offered, so to save time I made assumptions. It wasn't like I could borrow her's though, she was way more petite than I was in the bottoms and way bigger on top. I'd look like a clown and I really wanted to impress my girls friends from when she lived here.
Why is it when we know something is not where we put it we continue to look anyway? It's like when you do find something you say "it was in the last place I looked," well, do YOU continue to look after you've found whatever you were searching for? Fruitlessly I searched through my suitcase for the missing underwear. It wasn't there. Slacks, blouses, jeans, shirts, and shoes, but no underwear. I wanted to rant and rave about the oversight but she had helped me out by packing for me so really I couldn't. I seriously considered wearing one of my blouses that had a built in shelf bra but it didn't go with the rest of the outfit I was wearing tonight and I didn't have a lot of time to change my mind about what I was wearing, she was waiting to leave to meet up with them and as I am NEVER late, I wasn't going to start NOW!
That's when I spotted one of my bikini's. Well, bikini's are like a bra and panties aren't they? Without a second thought I grabbed a matching pair in royal blue. They would hold the twins up and I wouldn't have my crotch rubbing all night against my skirt, I just hoped for no panty lines. As I slipped the bikini on and then the skirt and blouse I gazed into the mirror and was relieved to see no lines. Only I knew that I was wearing this sexy little bikini and it actually made me feel sexier with it on underneath my clothes, like good Victoria's Secret underwear does for you.
Quickly I put on heels, brushed my hair and applied eyeliner, shadow, and lipstick and I was ready to go. I checked my teeth to make sure there was no lipstick on them and slipped the makeup into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I was ready and I looked nice, for my girl, to impress her friends, and for me to feel good. I was wearing a pink satin blouse cut down to there. The bikini top was raising the twins up to a good degree and it's cut allowed the buttons of the blouse to be open down to there too. A hint of the royal blue satin could be seen if you looked down my blouse but I didn't care about other's looking, only my girl, and this would entice her if she saw it. My black wrap skirt swirled around my hips, held up by a shiny leather belt. Matching heels and I knew my girl would be proud.
She whistled at me when I came out of the bedroom "find that underwear?" she teased and promptly forgot the question since she must have been sure I was teasing, if she only knew!
"You look nice!" I complemented her looking at the black crossover dress she was wearing. She looked hot actually but I knew I would want to touch too much to emphasize my words if I told her so I refrained.
We actually complemented each other nicely. Me, with my red hair, white skin, pink blouse, black skirt and shoes. Her with her Latino looks, her black crossover dress, emphasizing those delicious orbs, small firm waist and buttocks, and black shoes. She was a few inches shorter than me but we looked great together. We both felt great too as we left the little suite we had rented for the weekend.
"So, where did you say we were meeting them?" I asked to make conversation. I knew we were headed into the Village as we got into the cab.
"A little dump called Presley's and then later we will hit some clubs" she said as she gave the cabby the address.
I looked around curiously as we hurtled through New York traffic in the city. It never failed to amaze me the amount of people, day or night, who were driving or walking through this city at all hours. It never seemed quiet and yet I enjoyed the chaos, on a limited scale. This was the first time I was here with my girl but I had been here before on business. New York City could be frightening but I was fairly well traveled and enjoyed it in small doses.
Presley's turned out to be a pleasant little dump. It was off the main drag and you had to really know it was there to find it. Apparently everyone knew about it though as the place was packed. My girl's friends had commandeered a couple of tables and we were welcomed in as though they had seen us a few hours ago. Introductions were made all around and I felt like I was among friends in no time. I knew it was because of my girl but I accepted it at face value anyway. We snacked on chips, dip, and salsa and drank beer before they brought us dinner. Some ate steaks, some just salads, some a mixture of the different items on the menu. I chose a steak and salad and washed it down with Corona, my beer of choice. I have a thing for all things Latin...but then you know my girl, lol.
The place was really a hole in the wall and yet all of New York seemed to be there in some shape and form. I enjoyed people watching and chatting with my new found friends. Dinner was delicious and I was delightfully surprised. I was feeling mellow from the beer and good food and looking forward to the rest of the evening, someone had mentioned dancing.
"Hey, she says she hasn't ever been into the Village for the shows!" one of them shouted across the table to everyone who could hear. New friend's and strangers alike all heard it was loud enough despite the clatter of dishes and the chatter of people.
"Well, then we have to show her the SHOW!" someone else called out to immediate nods and a few laughs.
I smiled my approval of the plan. I was looking forward to anything they wanted to show me. Some places were like going to the zoo, you enjoyed the animals, you watched them do strange things, and you laughed about it. People watching was the same and I figured wherever they wanted to go was fine by me. My girl would make sure I was taken care of. She glanced at me and gave me an odd little smile.
Settling up after our dinner we left the place en masse and our table and chairs were immediately confiscated by the crowd.
"Should we take a cab or two?" someone asked.
"No, let's walk off dinner and the booze and save the fare" someone else suggested and everyone else pretty much agreed.
I held my girl's hand as we walked among the crowd around us. We bantered and chatted with her various friend's as we walked along. I assumed we were going to 'the show' and wondered what it was that we were going to see.
