I am thirty five and consider myself a pretty good looking gal. I try to stay in shape and work out every other day. My boyfriend, Sam and I love to have sex and we are always looking for new adventures.
About a month ago, we were invited to a wedding for one of his friends. I love weddings and I love getting dressed up. As I got ready, I noticed Sam was unusually horny. We were running late and there was no way I could take care of him and be ready on time. He insisted, so I gave him a quick blow job, which seemed to make things a little better, for him, but unfortunately, not for myself.
I slipped on my panty hose, but decided to go pantiless. I didn’t want any unsightly panty lines showing. As we headed to the car, I noticed a run in my panty hose.
We decided to stop off at Walmart and I told Sam to “hang on”, that’d dash in grab some replacement panty hose and make a quick change in the car. I left Sam sitting in the car, curb side.
I dashed into the Walmart, grabbed some replacement panty hose, dashed through the self-checkout and back out to the truck. I hopped in, hiked up my dress, around my waist, tore off my panty hose and started to put on the fresh pair. I was freshly shaven, so I was sure Sam was just sitting there, enjoying the view. He was like that.
The truck wasn’t moving, so I barked out, “We need to get going!”
Then a stranger’s voice replied, “Sure lady, where to?”
OH MY GAWD!
Poor Sam – he had to go back and retrieve my shoes and my purse.
We hurried off to the wedding. Sam was a mess. He couldn’t believe what had just transpired.
All through the wedding, Sam would break out in uncontrollable snickers.
“Behave!” I scolded. Sam just couldn’t get over what had occurred.
After the wedding, at the reception, Sam’s friend brought his dad over to the table to introduce him to us.
I froze. It was the guy from the truck at the Walmart.
OH MY GAWD “Moment Number 2.” What are the chances?
He was cool and didn’t say anything and neither did Sam. As he turned and walked away, after our brief introduction, I grabbed Sam’s arm and asked him if he knew who the guy was.
As I stepped out of the ladies’ room, as luck would have it, he was standing right there.
I quickly apologized.
He smiled.
“It’s all good,” he answered good naturedly.
I was happy that he understood.
“So you’re not married?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “Not yet.”
Sam and I had a good relationship, but it had not progressed to the point of solidifying it. We had our ups and downs.
“Well,” he replied, “If you ever want to have a drink, just look me up.”
He handed me a business card. I studied the card. “John Sweeny, Attorney-At-Law.”
“I might just have to share a drink with you,” I shot back. He was a few years older, with a little gray on the side, and wrinkles beside his eyes. I looked towards Sam and saw him heavily engaged in a conversation with three of his buddies. I looked back at my new friend.
“In fact, I’m fine for a drink right now,” I said.
I stepped out a side door on to the patio of the venue and waited for my handsome prince charming to bring out a drink. It didn’t take him long to return with two drinks in hand. By the time he stepped out to greet me, I was more than ready for him.
I took a sip of my drink, as he stood beside me and did the same.
“Where is your wife?” I casually inquired.
“Oh, “I’m not married,” he replied. “I’ve been divorced and single for years.”
That was all I needed to hear. I stepped in closer to where he stood, leaning on the balcony railing and peering out over a vast expanse of nothingness. I casually leaned in against him.
“I don’t think my boyfriend has a clue that I’m even here,” I said.
“Yeah, I can see that,” he replied.
“Do you want to blow this place and go somewhere else?” I asked. It was, a bold request. He didn’t answer right away, so I pressed my case.
“I’m still not wearing any panties,” I whispered. I took his hand in mine and placed it square on my ass.
He patted my ass and smiled.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said and meet me at my truck. “I think you probably already know it.”
I had to chuckle. He was right.
