There was some conference activities prior to the dinner, and I ended up working with a former coworker on a problem most of the day and we didn't get back to town until 6pm. The dinner was supposed to start at 5:30, so I decided I wasn't going to bother with it, and I might as well head over the mountain towards Knoxville. Watching the band was going to be more fun anyways, as I used to play guitar in a rock band myself. Why turn down and opportunity to spend time with Amy, too? I have been married to her older sister for 15 years now, but always had a little thing for Amy. She had a short little frame, about 5'2" tall, but had an ass that won't quit, and a wonderfully proportioned chest. She had a pale complexion, but shiny dark curly hair. She tended to wear short skirts with her cowgirl boots, sometimes with a low cut tank or shirt. Other times she would have jeans and a low cut top of some kind on. It didn't really matter because it was better than the wrinkled T shirt and capri's and crocs that her sister usually had on.
I sent Amy a text as I was leaving. I had told her I would let her know once I was headed that way. I didn't hear anything back until I got to Sevierville. Usually she texts, but this time she called me. She wanted to know when I was going to be at her place, because some friends were already there, and they wanted to leave by 9 to get to the bar by 9:30. I was going to get to her place about 9, so I could just ride with them. When I got there, she answered the door wearing this little peach colored dress, low cut with spaghetti straps, and a short tight bottom that stopped just above her knees. I greeted her friends, Jack and Susan, whom I had met before on previous trips. I changed my clothes we all got in Susan's SUV. We drove down and picked a table out. I was just taking things as they came, and Amy ended up sitting next to me. She had her black hair in tight curls, just above the shoulders of her black leather jacket. Her pale white skin was accented by her red lips and brown eyes, and long black eyelashes. That low cut dress was just begging me to look at the tops of her breasts. Once the band started, it was loud enough in there that I we had to talk into each other's ears when we spoke. I didn't mind, I could get a nice smell of her perfume.
Amy was a dancer. Not ballet, but honky tonk dancing, normally at the Cotton Eyed Joe. I thought she would dance that night, and I was looking forward to dancing with her, but the floor was pretty full, and it wasn't the organized country dancing that she liked. We all had dinner, and stayed listening to the band for a couple of hours. The band did really well, and even pulled off Garth Brooks "Friends in Low Places". It was a good time. We all climbed back into Susan's car and headed back to Amy's place. Jack and Susan didn't come in, they just dropped Amy and I off and headed out.
I expected to just go to bed like I had Wednesday night, but I decided to just sit down on the couch in her living room. Amy took off her black leather jacket and threw it over a chair, leaving her shoulders bare. She sat down on the floor with her bare legs towards me, her ankles tucked up by her backside, letting her skirt ride up her thighs some. I was enjoying the opportunity to look at those legs. I thought I caught a glimpse of her black panties as she did so. Was that on purpose? The only thing she had on was that red dress, and whatever might be on underneath. She was sitting next to her black Labrador retriever, who was enjoying her attention. He usually didn't let me come near him. We talked about different things. A little about the projects I was going to do on the house the next morning. At one point she mentioned that her shoulders were stiff. I thought back to one time when I gave her a shoulder massage a few years ago at her parents place. She really liked it. It was innocent enough, but I enjoyed it. I know she did the way she had loosened up. I had tried to do it again a few years later at her place, but she wasn't interested at the time. I decided to give it one more try tonight, and offered to give her a shoulder massage. She surprised me when she agreed. I hadn't thought about it, but I was hard, having been sitting there and looking at her. I wonder if she had noticed. I stood up and enjoyed the view while I helped her up. She was just 5'2" to my 5'11. I moved behind her and started to work on her shoulders. There was just one spaghetti strap on each shoulder, and a zipper in the small of her back. I started working her shoulders, in to her neck, and back to her shoulders. I kept working farther and farther up and down her neck and shoulders. Then I rolled down her back as far as her dress would let me, occasionally going under her dress just a little. Other times I stayed out side and worked my way down to her waist line. I would let my hands roll around her waist, with my fingers wrapping around her, and my thumbs still working her back muscles. She had her head down, and seemed to be really enjoying what I was doing to her. I kept working my hands around, and accidentally knocked the strap off her left shoulder. She didn't make a sound. Hmm, maybe this could turn interesting?? I kept working my way around and knocked the other strap off.... The dress was tight enough around her that it stayed in place. I might have to fix that, I thought to my self...
