With great care, Michael guided his car through the crowded parking lot. As expected for any school function, the place was a madhouse. Buses and cars were scattered throughout the place, with kids and their parents darting around recklessly. He had already dropped off his wife and kids, all he wanted now was to get out of here. They'd be going on an extended field trip, an annual event for the school.
Michael grumbled to himself, thinking that if this was an annual event, some bureaucratic fool would've figured out how to organize the drop off and pick up better. But, he figured, a few days alone was a few days alone, what with his wife chaperoning and all. He didn't envy her for that, dealing with his own kids was one thing, managing someone else's would be completely different. Eventually, he picked his way to the exit, and turned for home. What to do now, he wondered. Although this trip had been planned for quite some time, he had no idea what to do with himself first. No honey-do list this weekend, that was for certain.
He could sit on the couch and watch baseball all weekend if he wanted to, maybe even go to the games himself. Then there was always fishing...Michael steered his car towards home, mulling over all the possibilities, then setting them aside. What to do tonight mattered most, and he figured he'd share in his good fortune. His good friend and next door neighbor should be available, and if he could tear him away for the night, maybe they'd go out to Hooters for a few drinks, or perhaps the new strip joint that had finally opened. That seemed like a good idea, and he settled into his seat as he made the final turns into his development.
As Michael approached his house, he saw one thing that just might preclude him from going out with his buddy. His truck was missing, but his lovely wife Felicia was just getting home. Maybe she knew where he was. Michael waved to his neighbor as he pulled into the driveway. She smiled and waved back, and Michael surreptitiously eyed her up as he exited his vehicle. Felicia was a couple of years older than he, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. A stringent workout program had kept her in shape, it was rumored that she looked better now than she did before she got married, and that was despite having three kids. She must just be getting in from shopping or something, Michael thought, for she was dressed in casual clothes. In truth, it looked more like she had raided her oldest girl's closet, but the low rider jeans and tight short sleeved top suited her nicely.
Felicia certainly had the body to get away with such fashions, and she made no bones about it. During the summers, she usually had the skimpiest of bikinis for sunbathing or swimming in their backyard swimming pool, and she was the envy of many of the neighbors. Michael made his way across their yards to talk to her, and as he suspected, he was going to be disappointed. Felicia told him that her husband had taken the kids off to his parent's place. She had stayed behind because she thought she might have to work, but apparently that had changed. Michael mentioned that he too was alone this weekend, having sent his family on the school trip.
Felicia knew of the trip of course (her oldest had gone too), and casually suggested that they grab some dinner together. Michael was taken aback by her suggestion, but he figured he wasn't going to get a better offer, and he really didn't feel like going out alone. He asked if she needed to change, but Felicia replied that she'd be fine. They debated where to go for a few minutes, then in a flash, Felicia suggested they go to a new nightclub that had opened up a few towns over. She'd been dying to go, but with her husband and the kids, she never seemed to have the time. Besides, the place was fairly laid back, and she didn't feel like changing. With that, she and Michael piled into her mini van and headed out.
The night was fair, and Felicia had the windows down. Her auburn hair blew back in the breeze as they chatted away during the short drive. For his part, Michael tried to manage the conversation without overtly staring at Felicia's chest, which was displayed rather prominently by her tight top. He had seen her in less pool side, and marveled at how youthful her ample bosom appeared. If that top had indeed been appropriated from her daughter's wardrobe, there was no way that it had ever been filled out so nicely. Its scooped neckline revealed Felicia's well tanned cleavage, and that was what got Michael's attention.
If she noticed, Felicia certainly didn't seem to mind, and their pleasant conversation came to a halt only when they reached their destination. The two of them walked into the club after finding a parking space, and Michael wisely trailed behind a bit to get a glimpse of Felicia's gorgeous ass. The low slung jeans clung tightly to her body, they could have been painted on for all he knew. In the back of his mind, Michael wondered how she managed to get them on or take them off, but he shook off that thought for all the connotations it brought him.
Still, he mused as they made their way inside, she was turning heads, and he must be the envy of lots of guys in this place. While Michael was definitely in decent shape himself, he knew that a lot of people had to be wondering what he was doing with a girl like Felicia. Her husband, he knew was built like a bear, and it seemed only fitting that she was with him. Oh, he was no slouch, of course, but there was just that certain type you'd expect from a companion, and he wasn't it for Felicia. She didn't mind his company, of course, and as they made their way from the bar to the table, she returned the looks she was getting from the other patrons, coquettish little glances for the admiring men, and coy smirks for the daggers stared at her by other women. She worked hard to maintain this body, and they could all die of jealousy for all she cared.
Dinner was the standard fare for such a place, nothing spectacular but satisfying. The dinner conversation shared by Michael and Felicia was rather mundane, as they shared their views on child rearing and life in the neighborhood. During the course of their meal, both consumed a moderate amount of alcohol, but they were still in full control of their faculties. About the only noticeable effect by the end of dinner was perhaps a little more exaggerated flirting between the two, yet it was nothing to suggest anything improper. Clearly they had enjoyed the opportunity to just get away for awhile, and they were enjoying each other's company. With the meal ended, Michael rose and helped Felicia out of her chair. She accepted his graciousness, and when they turned to leave, she leaned onto his shoulder a bit and inquired as to whether he would be willing to go over to the adjoining dance club. Michael readily agreed, for he wasn't quite ready to call it a night, besides, the club was a well known meat market. While he couldn't actually do any ordering, he figured he may as well look over the menu. With Felicia on his arm, they headed over to the source of the steady din that passed for music these days.
