It was a glorious summer evening and the mood was good. We had a couple of drinks before jumping into the taxi for the trip to the restaurant. Catherine was in the back wearing the dress she had brought just for a night like this. It was cut low at the front and split high on one thigh. I noticed as we drove along the dress fell away exposing plenty of brown leg. And whenever she bent forward to speak with our friend Mike who was in front seat, her nipples were exposed. She usually never minds when this happens and certainly did not this night. I noticed the taxi driver using the rear vision mirror to good effect as well. Her breasts aren't large but they are the prettiest I've ever seen. And she's in terrific shape, something which I know other people our age notice with envy, particularly husbands whose wives have let themselves go.
Like Catherine, Mike was also in a good mood. He had arranged to stay the night and was ready to relax. So was I. It had been a rough year and the Christmas break summonsed.
The meal was wonderful, we had the most expensive wine on the list just because we wanted to. We then headed back home. We sat outside to further enjoy the summer night. There was more wine and from out of nowhere came a suggestion we play strip poker. I think it might have been because I got the cards. I was soon down to my jocks. That left Mike and Catherine to do battle. She took off a couple of bits of jewellery and her shoes. There wasn't much left when she lost again and Mike said graciously "you don't have to go any further". But she insisted and off came the dress, leaving her in her lacy knickers.
