This fourth installment in the saga comes after a series of firsts for the lead couple, Rick and Rachael. It is best to read the first three installments before delving into this segment. At this point, Rachael has had an intense lesbian experience with Marsha, a woman she and Rick met about a week earlier when she was their server in a hotel bar.
The title of the series "A missing button started it all" refers to an evening a few weeks before when Rachael had a minor wardrobe malfunction. That errant blouse created just enough exposure to generate some excitement between Rick and Rachael. Given how excited Rick was with that partial exposure, Rachael went much further during another dinner and provided quite a bit of exposure.
All further events follow from those two events.
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"This is the same restaurant where I was wearing the white blouse that lost a button," I teased Rick as we sat in the bistro, having just ordered our meals and wine.
"Trust me, I won't forget," my husband gave me a broad smile.
"I liked how you got such a kick out of my showing off a bit of bra and boob, even if it was by accident."
"I love it when you show off your body, especially in places like this where it is a bit unexpected."
"Oh, that was unexpected all right," I chuckled.
"Rachael," my husband of almost sixteen years said as he reached to take one of my hands from across the table. "you are a beautiful, sexy, slender, intelligent, and sophisticated lady and when you add in some exposure to the mix it is incredible!"
"I find it interesting how men who see their wives naked almost every day at home can get so turned on when she shows some skin out in a place like this," I glanced around me for emphasis.
"I know. But you did, Rachael. That second night when you exposed so much wasn't accidental at all and, yes, you didn't expose as much as you do when at home but in some weird way it is way sexier," My 42-year-old husband replied with a playful gleam in his smile and blue eyes.
"I like getting you excited like that," I said earnestly. "To be honest, it excited and turned me on as well."
"You also excited George, our waiter, and a few others who seemed to find excuses to linger around our table," he joked.
"Not to mention everything which happened later at the hotel bar where we met Marsha," I said her name with a bit of caring to it. Marsha and I were evolving into something which I could not put exact words to.
"Ah, yes, Marsha. Should we talk about her now?"
"Not yet," I said as I took the first bite of my salad which had just been served. "Not yet. There is too much to mentally sort through when it comes to her."
"That whole event with Marsha..." Rick started to say.
"Not now," I stopped him in mid-sentence. "Not now. So, how is your salad?" I tried to turn the conversation elsewhere.
Seeing that attempts to talk about my activities with Marsha two nights before, a Saturday, were futile, he dutifully switched topics. "As a reminder, I'm flying out to Denver on Wednesday and will return Friday evening."
"I'll miss you, but I have a lot to keep me busy," I responded.
"George will be there," Rick said simply, and I knew that those four words spoke volumes.
I had to laugh. "So, my attempts to get you to not discuss our recent activities was a total failure, right?"
"Pretty much, Rachael, and besides, you started it by reminding me of the blouse incident." He paused, took a sip of wine, and continued. "Do you really believe that I could think of anything else?"
"No, I don't because it has been the same for me," I said and also took a sip of my wine, a Bordeaux red.
"We seem to have quite a variety of curious topics we could be talking about right now," Rick said and glanced around to make sure no one could hear them.
