With the kids at summer camp for two weeks, my wife and I decided to spend some time at our summer home in Northern Wisconsin. It's on a lake near a fairly small town.
After being on the lake and completely alone for a few days, we decided to go out for dinner and drinks. There are a couple of decent restaurants, and we went to our favorite casual place where we didn't feel compelled to change from what we had been wearing on the boat and dock.
With no kids to return to, we took our time and finished a bottle of champagne. That, along with the drinks we had on the boat earlier in the day, put my wife a good deal more drunk than usual for a Saturday evening.
She's only 5'1 and about 100 lbs. At 40, she's as beautiful as she was at 20. A petite brown haired, brown eyed stunner. Tiny boobs, a tight body, and a regular waxing keeps my attention to her constant.
As we drove home we were about to pass a bar overlooking a river that runs through town. It doubles as a canoe rental outfitter for river trips, so off the back of the building and below a deck, it has a large grassy area with a sand volleyball court that runs down to the river along which there's a bunch of canoe racks.
The front of the bar has a large dirt parking lot that I pulled into and said,
"Hey let's grab another drink before heading back".
She said, "Here? Are you sure"?
The place has a reputation as a respectable bar and outfitter during the day, but is known to be a pretty rowdy place for locals to party in the evenings.
With a dance floor, DJs, a pool table, the large deck out back, and yard area, it draws in a crowd of locals and group vacationers like the girls' or guys' weekend crews who come up to the area.
The parking lot was jammed. Much more than usual.
"Must be an event," I said.
"Are you sure we should be here? Didn't you say they do some raunchy stuff on weekends?" she asked.
"Only heard rumors, baby, and I hope they are all true!"
After an eye roll and an "ugh," she smiled as I found a spot in the far corner of the lot.
Sliding out of the seats, I got a great look at her inner thigh. It was a warm late June evening and she had worn a short, tight cotton navy blue and white striped dress with skinny shoulder straps. It was actually something she generally wore as a beach cover-up, but since we were up north where things are fairly casual, she was ok wearing it to dinner.
Normally she's a more conservative dresser, so getting a look at her tanned upper thigh as she got out of the car was a thrill.
The tiny shoulder straps showed off her petite frame, especially her little collar bones. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, but it wasn't necessary with her small tits. Small, but fun to see outlined.
As we walked across the dirt parking lot she said, "I'm not sure we're going to blend with this crowd."
Looking at her and smiling, I said, "Let's not be snobby, there are probably people we know in there. We met a couple bartenders here last summer when we went canoeing, and there's plenty of people we've hired in town who could be here. Maybe even some vacationers we know from the city."
When we got to the door there was a guy sitting outside at a folding table with a small metal cash box and a cardboard box at his feet.
"Welcome, it's $10 per person and as you probably know, it's NPS at the Riverside!"
"NPS?" I asked.
"NPS means No Pantie Saturday!" he said with near glee, "If the ladies come wearing panties, they have to drop them here in this box before entering. Most locals know not to come with them on, but some do because later on there's a surprise drawing for those that leave them here, and don't worry, we'll get them back to you at the end of the evening."
Eyes wide, she looked at me with a questioning look.
Without returning the glare, I said to him, "Sounds awesome, we're in!"
Hands on hips and eyebrows raised, she looked at me and said, "Ok, you asked for it."
She then turned to the guy at the table and lifted her tight dress just enough so she could grab her panties and pull them down. As she was pulling them down she gave the table guy a glimpse at her bare little pussy lips.
Behind us, a small line had formed. A group of men and women. When she bent over to take her panties down, she gave them a brief flash of the bottom of her ass.
When she got the panties down to her sandals. I noticed she was pulling off her tiny pink g-string. She rarely wears that pair, and if so, it's because she was doing it for me and was signaling a more-fun-than-usual kind of evening for the two of us. She looked me in the eye as she stepped out of them.