Ladies Night
The warm water pours over Tracy's silky smooth skin, rushing from her knee down her legs like a waterfall coming down a mountain. Washing away the soap and bubbles, revealing her tan skin. Her hand follows behind the rush of water, wiping away any remaining soap and feeling her freshly shaven leg. Her fingertips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and moving down to her soft mound. Under the water of the bath, she gently rubs herself. Moving from her lips up to her pelvis, she plays with and twirls the little patch of hair she has. As she plays, her nails graze her clit, sending a wave of warmth over her body. She lets her fingers move down and rub, gentle circles around, slowly applying more pressure. Thinking about the night to come. Another "Ladies Night" out.
This was going to be the fourth Ladies Night in as many months. Tracy was surprised when her husband was ok with it, in fact he encouraged it. Among the many things she enjoys about these nights is the fact that she gets to dress up. Bill and Tracy rarely go out anywhere nice. It's really just not their thing, but what woman doesn't like to feel classy and elegant now and then. She even bought herself a new outfit this month. She knows she will turn some heads tonight.
Tracy's bath ends with the euphoric high of an orgasm. She always likes to start these nights like that. It helps calm her and remove inhibitions. She steps out of the bath and looks at herself in the mirror. She always knew she was attractive, but didn't always believe it until recently. Turning to look herself over; she has pretty little feet, thin toned legs that look longer than they have any right to with her only being about 5'5", strong thighs lead into a nicely rounded ass that usually only reveals itself in a tight dress or when nude, her stomach flat yet soft and feminie, and her chest small but fitting of her figure. She dries off, watching herself in the mirror as she does. The soft fluffy towel moving over her body feels nice. She watches as her little perky tits bounce when she dries them. Her pink nipples erect, small little areolas contracted. She is very excited for tonight.
About thirty minutes later, Tracy is ready to head out. She comes out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen where Bill is pouring himself a drink. "God damn, I'm not going to have to worry about you tonight am I?" This is the first time Bill has seen this dress and he is stunned. The red dress has a plunging cowl front, giving a beautiful view of her cleavage and the top of her stomach. It is tight around the hips and thighs, stopping above mid thigh. A few inches below the bottom of the dress are the lacey tops of her thigh high stockings. A tight fishnet look that Bill cannot look away from, as she turns around revealing a back seam that catches his eye. He traces it down to her black heels and the back up her legs. Her little round ass filling out the dress just enough for the back of it to be slightly higher than the front and Bill can now see the dress is virtually backless with just a single halter strap around her neck. Her long brown hair, accented with blonde, falling gracefully over her exposed skin.
Tracy spins back around to face Bill, who has now taken a few steps to be closer to her. Biting her lip and looking down at the floor slightly, "Do you like it? You don't mind me wearing it out tonight, do you?" Bill finally reaches her and puts his hand on her hips, looking down into her eyes, "Of course I don't sweety. Who am I to deny the world of your beauty? Besides, you are just going for a few drinks with some friends, right?" Tracy just nods her head and then goes up on her toes a bit to kiss him. They kiss passionately, Bill's hands caressing her hips and ass before she breaks the kiss. "It's time for me to go honey."
Walking into the bar, Tracy can feel eyes on her. Even in the dim lights, she shines bright in the red dress. She finds a seat at the bar and orders herself a rum and coke. Her heart is always racing at the start of the evening and she needs something to calm her nerves. As soon as the bartender brings it over she takes a sip, then places it back on the napkin, tapping her finger against the glass. Her wedding ring clangs musically against the drink. "Shit," she says to herself and quickly takes this and her engagement ring off, putting them into her little clutch purse. Her hand always feels so naked when she takes her rings off. But on these nights out she's not Tracy Simmons, the 26 year old wife of William Simmons. She is whoever she wants to be. Single, sexy, and ready for anything.
Through the background noise, a voice cuts in, breaking her train of thought. "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?" Tracy doesn't even turn her head to acknowledge him, just raises her glass as she says, "Thanks, but I've already got one." A little smirk on her face. Feeling a bit strong and empowered by turning him down so easily, which was very counter to her normal personality of trying to please everyone. She glances out the corner of her eye and watches him walk back to his friends a little dejected. Taking another sip of her drink as she turns her attention forward again. Across the bar she sees two guys looking in her direction. As she looks over at them confidently, they look at each other pretending to have not been staring.
And this is how her "Ladies Nights" always start. At a new bar, getting attention from all the guys there. Feeling sexier than ever. And they always end the same way too. Crawling into bed with Bill, smelling of sweat and shame, having been fucked not long before but not in their bed. The anticipation and excitement are almost as amazing as the act itself. She squirms a bit in the stool as the feeling rushes over her. And then she sees him. She had glanced over at the door as he was walking in. Tall and well dressed with his hair pulled back and a perfectly groomed beard. He looked equally rugged and kind. His bright blue eyes smiled at everyone he looked at as he moved through the crowd to the bar opposite of her. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him once since he walked in when he looked up at her.
Just as she was about to look away, the bartender saved her. Walking in front of her and offering her another drink. She thanked him and agreed. But when he walked away, the man was still staring. The gaze of his eyes burned through her like two concentrated laser beams focused squarely on her face. She only lasted a second before looking down at her drink. His intensity was too much for her. Turning her head, being sure not to look back up in his direction, she looks back at the table of guys where the man that approached her earlier was sitting. Her admirer notices her looking and gives her a smile, which she takes as a cue to get up and head over.
"Hey there, I'm sorry I was a little rude earlier. A girl can't appear too easy though, you know. Do you mind if I sit?"
Standing up and pulling out a chair, the man offers his hand, "Of course, I'm John, this is Steve and Kevin."
"Tracy, pleased to meet you," she responds, shaking John's hand as she sits down. Tracy makes small talk with them, getting to know John and his buddies. They all work together, finance or something. She is only half paying attention. She can still feel the power of that man's look. As John goes up to the bar to get another round of drinks, Tracy decides to look up and watch him, taking a peak where the man was standing previously, but he is gone. She feels a sense of calm come over herself, but it doesn't last long. As Kevin cracks a little joke and Tracy looks up with a little giggle, she spots her man sitting at a table behind him. Any other time that Tracy has caught a man staring at her, they always look away. But not this time. Not this man. He had no reaction. His face remained stoic and emotionless as he glared into her eyes. Now she cannot look away. She is entranced, held in place. Her body is almost numb except for the butterflies in her stomach.
John places a drink down in front of Tracy as he sits back down. She glances over at him with a forced smile, and then back at the man behind Kevin just to see him getting up and walking away. Quickly losing him in the crowd, she tries to forget about him. There is a perfectly handsome and gentlemanly man sitting next to her trying to chat her up. Kevin and Steve start laughing at something John said, and Tracy joins in even though she didn't hear it. She leans into his shoulder, deciding to turn her attention towards flirting with him. Putting one hand on his forearm, she picks up her drink with the other and downs it fairly quickly. Then places her hand on his cheek, feeling his stubble, and pulls him in to her, whispering in his ear, "Take me out on the dance floor."
They danced for close to an hour. John's hands all over her body. Tracy grinding back into him. But she hardly noticed any of this. The entire time she was on edge. Looking around. Trying to spot the man in the crowd. Sometimes she would think she caught a glimpse of his intense eyes, but when she would look back they would be gone. He was either stalking her the entire time, or she was going absolutely crazy. As the alcohol and intensity of the situation caught up with her brain, Tracy almost collapsed into John's arms.
"Woah, woah, woah.....Are we ok there?" John asks with a laugh, himself somewhat intoxicated.
"I need to go to the bathroom, " she mumbles, pushing herself off of John and turning away. She pushes through the crowd to find the restrooms. Hands touching her as she touches the backs of people she doesn't know.
Could one of them be him?
As she gets disoriented in the crowd, she finds herself bumping into the corner of the wall. Before she can turn around to find her way, she is pushed back into the corner and a knife blade is pressed into her side.
"Don't you fucking say a word," his voice purred into her ear.
