It felt good to be out. To be away from work and responsibility, and yes, it felt good to be away from her husband and child. Holly needed a night out and she was excited for the upcoming weekend with an old friend: Kim.
She had let Kim talk her into bar hopping. She loved San Francisco and she could hardly say no; even when Kim mentioned hanging out with people she didn't know. It was fun getting ready to go out; it reminded her of college. They tried on outfits and gossiped about people they both knew. She thought about how much her husband would have liked to have been a fly on the wall as they both put on makeup in their bras and skirts. He had remarked to her, more than once, that he would love to see Kim's boobs. Kim had mentioned to them both one night, while drinking, that her bra size was G and she had trouble finding nice bras. She debated telling Kim about her husband's wish but she knew Kim was uncomfortable with her large breasts so decided to keep it to herself.
Holly's breasts, though smaller than Kim's were full and curvy and she knew they looked good in the bra and top she had chosen to wear. She loved the shape of her neck and chest and would be showing plenty with the low cut top. It was a top her husband loved; she was aware of how much cleavage showed when she bent over. Paired with the skirt and her boots; she knew she looked good. Her husband's last words: "have fun" echoed in her mind as she and Kim caught a cab to their destination.
The bar was loud, but with good music and not that horrible club "noise". Kim had stuck close and all her friends turned out to be very nice. The alcohol was flowing and as she loosened up she began to enjoy herself. She found herself sitting next to an attractive co-worker of Kim's named John. He was funny and their conversation was easy. Without realizing it she began focusing on him alone. He was tall and well built and she enjoyed trying to make him laugh. His eyes seemed to sparkle and he would double over when he laughed really hard. She noticed he also started placing one of his strong hands briefly on her leg as he laughed. The last time he did that, his hand seemed to linger on her bare knee between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her boot.
She excused herself and made her way to the ladies room. Her heartbeat was rapid and, when she looked in the mirror, she saw that her face was slightly flushed. She could feel the alcohol. Kim walked in and smiled, "You ok in here?"
She smiled back, "I'm good. Just freshening up."
"Just making sure; you're already missed out there," Kim responded with a wink.
She smiled to herself. She loved making an impression. Her husband often gave her a hard time that she loved attention from men, and to a certain extent, it was true. She was fortunate that her husband was fond of her flirting with other men. She knew he would be excited to hear about her night.
As she left the bathroom she was met by John. "Come on, I want to dance," he said.
Without even thinking about it she let herself be led out to the dance floor. Most of the group they had come with was dancing. John pulled Holly close and they attempted a crude two step. They laughed as they bumped into each other (as well as others). Releasing John, Holly made her way around the floor, dancing a bit with some of the others. She and Kim garnered some cheers as they did a silly dance with each other.
The band slowed the tempo down so she started walking off the dance floor to get another drink. Just then, she felt a pair of hands on her waist pulling her back. She turned around and there was John; smiling at her. She hesitated a moment. She wanted to sit down. The alcohol was starting to affect her (which was probably part of the reason she let herself be dragged back onto the dance floor in the first place).
John pulled her in close, his hands around her back just above her waistline. She put her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. Gawd, he was good looking. He seemed to peer right into her and he appeared to know what she was thinking. She broke the eye contact and lay her head on his chest. He moved his hands down slightly, touching her ass and slightly grinding into her. Oh my! She could feel him now! She tried to ignore it, but he was large; much larger than her husband. Finally, the song ended and she hurried back to the table.
She was starting to feel nervous. Her guard was down and she knew John was trying to move in. He knew she was married but he obviously didn't care. Was she egging him on? She knew she was flirting, but was she putting out signals that she wanted something? Did she want something?
John sat down next to her and, again, placed his hand on her knee. She looked around but no one else had noticed his hand under the table. He started to caress her leg, stroking it and rubbing in small circles. She knew she should probably move his hand, stop this before it went too far. But really: what harm was it causing? It felt good, and it wasn't cheating.
Just then, his hand started creeping up her leg. It made its way under her skirt and, despite her reservations; she parted her legs briefly to allow him access. Then, coming to her senses, suddenly she closed her legs, moved his hand and stood up. She muttered, "I'm going to the bathroom" and walked off. She was breathing heavily, this had gone too far. She went to the ladies room, sat in a stall and tried to compose herself. She was surprised by how wet she was. This was unlike her; she loved to flirt, but she had let this get out of control. She thought of her husband and pulled out her phone to text him.
"Hey honey, miss you and love you."
It made her feel better just sending the text.
He always had his phone with him and texted right back:
