Happy Hour...by nwarkcouple42@Adult FriendFinder
It appeared to be just another day in the life of a forty-something
wife and Mom...HECTIC! My teen-age daughter was running
late for the bus and, of course, couldn't seen to find
her brush, her math assignment....or her left shoe. My
husband was hurriedly packing for another business trip
in the afternoon and, even with a closet full of nice shirts,
just had to have the one that was still in the dryer. Of course,
I'm ironing his beloved shirt, making coffee, looking
under the sofa for the missing pump, trying to locate just
one postage stamp, feeding the cat ...and wondering just
how in the world that I was going to be able to dry my hair and
make it to work on time. Thank GOD it was Friday...and casual
day!
The office was absolutely NUTS that day...as usual! We
were trying to get caught up before the weekend, the phone
wouldn't stop ringing, One-finger Wanda,
of course, was filing her nails and chatting on the phone
with her latest, greatest boyfriend and Little
Hitler Henry, the department manager was regaling
us with his famous Teamwork pep talk, all
the while stroking his overgrown black mustache...before
quickly exiting the building for some important
business meetings, with a golf glove hanging suspiciously
from his back pocket. Our daughter called from school to
ask, Please, please, please? if she could
join in a sleep-over at her friends house that evening.
..ten
minutes before the painfully slow clock on my desk would
let me escape. I didn't waste a second when the magic-hour
finally arrived...O.J. Simpson couldn't have gotten
to his car any quicker.
It hit me as soon as I started my car and some lonely-heart
country song came out of the speakers...it would be an empty
house waiting for me. I told myself, Great!...a
nice, quiet evening...just me and the cat, but
somehow, I also remembered Judy asking me at lunch (for
the hundredth time) if I could make it to happy hour at Lou's
place, a local night spot. Of course I had answered
(for the hundredth time) that I had way too much to do at home...so
I thought that it would be the perfect time to just drop by...a
glass of Chardonnay sounded good and it would be great to
watch Judy faint when I came in!
I found Lou's Place easily enough, but was strangely
apprehensive when I approached the door by myself and thought
about changing my mind before I realized how silly I was
being...and remembering the big pile of laundry that was
patiently awaiting my arrival at home helped, too.
Lou's Place was nothing to brag about, one long bar
with mismatched barstools, a few tables on one side of a
six-person-maximum dance floor, a juke box and two pool
tables...but it happened to be only three blocks from the
office.
It took my eyes a second to adjust from coming in
from the daylight, as it appeared to be perpetually nighttime
inside of Lou's. It was only then that I realized that
I didn't recognize a single face in there...and that
they were certainly all looking at me. Just as I almost bolted
for the exit like a frightened rabbit, a husky voice from
behind the bar bellowed, Hey there, Little Lady...what
can I get'cha? I didn't bother wondering
what his name was...it could only have been Lou himself.
Not wanting to as look as out of place as I felt I answered,
A glass of Chardonnay, please?, to which
he responded, Chardonnay? ...That's the white
stuff, isn't it? Before I could compose myself
to reply, he chuckled and said, Just kidding, Little
Lady...one glass coming right up!
The choice of where to sit was made easy, as there was only
one open seat left at the bar. It was between an attractive
couple and a group of five or six mechanic-type guys, complete
with dirty, blue shirts with name tags. One of them was pretty
cute and when he smiled and slightly tipped his AC-Delco
ball-cap, I even forgave him for his grease-stained fingers.
One of his buddies though, older, balding and with a prize-winning
beer-belly hanging precariously over his too-tight Wranglers
... was managing to guzzle half of his Budweiser and all
the while leering at my chest.
I pretended not to notice
while, as nonchalantly as I could, hang my purse on the barstool
and settle in. Lou approached with my drink and as I reached
for my purse he whipped what was left of a pencil from behind
his ear, scribbled something down and proclaimed, Got'cha
on a tab, Little Lady!...and was off to the sink to
rinse a stack of empty beer pitchers...before I could protest
that I wouldn't be staying long.
It was awkward being at the bar by myself and getting more
uncomfortable by the moment, as Leering Larry
was still engaged in a stare-down with my
chest. I was already starting to look forward to finishing
at least half of the wine before making a polite, quiet exit.
With nothing to do, I lit a cigarette and casually studied
the couple sitting next to me in the other direction. He
was very well-dressed and handsome, much younger than
her... obviously she must dress him, I thought.
She was near my age, give or take...and very attractive.
She had long, almost black hair in a pretty, wild tangle,
piercing green eyes and a generous smile. I was admiring
her nails as she took a sip of her wine and laughed at something
that he had said. I suddenly realized that I must have looked
at her for a second too long, for I looked back in her eyes
and she was still smiling, but looking right at me! I quickly
broke eye contact and looked away, but felt like a peeping-Tom
that got caught.
I almost wanted to gulp the rest of my wine
down and make a hasty escape. Just as I was planning my exit
strategy, her date stood up and kissed her, left a twenty
on the bar, picked up his designer sunglasses and Gucci
billfold and left the bar, giving a wave and calling out
to the bartender, See 'ya, Lou!
I was just about to follow his lead, but Lou was a not only
a good bartender, but a mind-reader as well. He was there
in a flash , Can I get 'cha another, Little Lady?
Before I could answer, the woman interrupted, She'll
have another, Lou...and this one's on me. He
was off to the wine rack and I didn't know what to say...I've
never had a strange woman buy my drink before. I smiled at
her and said, Thank you. You're
most welcome she replied...and then leaning over
and talking lower so that only I could hear added, You
better sit over here honey, before that creep's eyeballs
fall out! Oh, you noticed, huh? I laughed,
moving to the bar stool next to her. I was soooo glad
when you got here, babe...he was staring at mine for the
half-hour before you came in....I'm Christie, by
the way. Nice to meet you, Christie and thanks
again for the drink...I'm Diana, I replied.
We girls have to stick together you know she
said, taking a sip of her wine. Out of nervousness, I pulled
another cigarette from the pack and was surprised when
Christie quickly lifted her lighter and lit it for me, giving
me a chance to admire her nails again.
Thanks,
I said exhaling...while trying to think of something to
say to her. Was that your boyfriend? I asked,
not expecting the reaction I got. Mark!?
she exclaimed laughing, Oh I wish...he's a
total babe! No she laughed again,
I'm sure that my husband wouldn't approve...and
besides, he's gay, she said matter-of-factly.
I laughed too and said, Really? You're so lucky...I've
always wanted a gay boyfriend! She agreed smiling,
Oh, they're great...never have to worry about
them wanting to get in your pants. Besides that, they love
to exchange recipes she joked. I'm a
little mean though...sometimes I try to seduce him just
to watch him squirm. Before I could reply she asked,
I see your ring there Diana...where's your
husband? You know, when you're trying to get a little
on the side, you're supposed to put it your purse
she teased. I laughed and said, Sorry to disappoint
you Christie, but it's not nearly as exciting as that...he's
out of town on a business trip and I was expecting some friends
from work to be here. She was very easy to talk to.
Mine's gone too she sighed, then added,
Of course, he's always gone...he's a truck
driver. How can you stand it? I asked.
Oh, it gets lonely sometimes she said. Especially
now...he's been on the road for three weeks and my girlfriend's
husband got transferred to Chicago last week...and I'm
already missing her.
It's hard when
your best friend moves away, isn't it? I consoled,
to which she surprised me again by saying, Oh, she
wasn't my best friend, honey...she just saved me a
fortune in batteries, that's all!
It took me a second to get it, but when I did I found myself
laughing out loud, but at the same time, very excited. You're
a big fan of the Energizer Bunny, too? I joked, but
she was obviously lost in thought and then she suddenly
reached over and started playing with my hair. I'd
just love to have a go at that she said. I was excited,
but pulled away instinctively and didn't know what
to say. She was quiet for a moment and then burst out laughing.
Oh my God! I'm sorry, she laughed, I
should have said something! I own the place behind the bank...Christie's
Salon...hair is my business...you thought...
Oh my God! I said laughing, cutting her off.
It's OK, Christie...I'm such a prude!
We both laughed for a moment and then she touched my hair
again and said, I mean it, your hair is gorgeous...is
it your natural color? It's my most natural
color that money can buy I deadpanned. She laughed
and then was thoughtful for a moment and finished her glass
of wine. Look, she said, my shop is
only two blocks from here. That animal behind you is totally
creeping me out and I would absolutely love to do you...your
hair that is! she said with a flirtive wink, How
about it? Are you sure? I asked, hoping
that she was.
I mean, well, you do that all day...and
it's Friday night. I'm positive,
Diana she replied without pausing and adding, There
isn't anything that I'd enjoy more while
looking directly in my eyes. I surprised myself with my
eagerness...I was already standing up. Well, then,
let's do it! I said, smiling.
We took care of Lou and left Leering Larry
behind, feeling his eyes on our backsides all the way to
the door. C'mon, let's take my car!
she said exuberantly. She grabbed my hand and almost pulled
me along. I was feeling a little giddy, too.
The sun had just set and the rush-hour traffic had quieted.
Christie opened her passenger door for me and admonished
me to just throw anything in your way to the back-seat.
I had to move a box of styling products and a few music CD's
and jumped in.
Christie's Salon was only two blocks away and when
I realized that we had just passed it I said, So...how
many glasses did you have back there? I think we just passed
your shop. She laughed at that. I only had
three itsy-bitsy glasses she joked, grossly slurring
her words on purpose. Before I could inquire further, she
pulled into a liquor store and parked, leaving her car running.
Now don't run off!, she said as she got
out...and I suddenly felt just like Leering Larry
as I found myself admiring her shape as she practically
skipped to the entrance.
She even paused at the door and
raised one leg backward in her best Marilyn Monroe imitation
and playfully blew me an exaggerated kiss, then laughed
when I covered my eyes in mock-embarrassment. I was laughing
in her car by myself, yet was tingly all over. I used the mirror
on her visor to quickly check my makeup and freshened my
lipstick. I calmed myself by saying out loud to the mirror,
She's just going to do your hair, you idiot!
Even though that was probably the truth, I knew that I already
hoped that it wasn't. Christie emerged from the store
and hopped in, putting a bag on the floor and proclaiming,
One bottle of very good Chardonnay and two cheap,
plastic glasses...we're going to have fun!
We parked right in front of her shop in the now deserted parking
lot. She unlocked the front door and then locked it behind
us upon entering. Even that made me excited. It was very
dark and Christie told me to wait right here
as she went to the back and turned on a few lights and I could
see her resetting the alarm panel. The Salon was small,
yet clean and posters of beautiful models with perfect
hair were displayed abundantly on the walls. She came back
and took my hand and led me past several open booths and past
a manicurist station to a private booth that she obviously
did her work in. There were not only the barber's chair
and numerous styling tools, but a small desk and computer
in one corner with stacks of receipts and magazines scattered
about.
OK babe, have a seat! she said with
a smile and then busied herself by turning on a small stereo
system to a 70's station, lit several candles on the
counter beneath the mirror and then opened the wine, pouring
each of us a glass. She handed me a glass and then raised hers
in a toast. Here's to our husbands...I hope
they're not having as much fun as we are! I laughed
and said, Amen! before we clunked
the cheap, plastic glasses and each took a sip. She then
exclaimed, To hell with the codes! and playfully
kicked her pumps off, each of them landing across the room
and then surprised me by kneeling in front of me and taking
mine off while smiling up at me. She walked behind me and
swiveled me towards the mirror. Now...just what
am I going to do with you? she said, talking to herself
while running her long fingers through my hair. Her touch
was electric...I could feel myself getting wet as I watched
her fingers playing with my hair and caught myself undressing
her mentally as her ample breasts occasionally touched
my hair and shoulders as she worked.
She rested her hands on my shoulders and said, OK
Diana, let's give you the owner's special
and began massaging me. I laughed and replied, OK
Christie, I leave myself in your capable hands.
I closed my eyes as she slowly, yet firmly massaged my shoulders
and neck. Her touch sent very pleasant chills through my
body.
She was making me feel very comfortable and relaxed,
yet excited in a way I'd never been. Her long fingers
would occasionally stray just beneath the edges of my light
sweater on the bare skin of my chest and I couldn't help
but hold my breath in anticipation, secretly wanting her
to explore further. She leaned down, moving my hair gently
to the side and lightly brushed her lips against the nape
of my neck. I instinctively tilted my head slightly to accommodate
anything that she had in mind. She whispered, You
smell absolutely delicious while playfully tracing
my ear lobe ever so slightly with the very tip of her tongue.
Thank you, I whispered back, adding, I
think I like the 'Owner's Special' already.
She laughed and said, And we haven't even done
your hair yet!
She was good. After telling me that she liked how long my
hair was, she just trimmed the ends a little... to perfection,
and then styled it with the intensity of an artist as she
worked. I'm pretty picky about my hair, but she made
it look, well...ravishing. You know you're having
a really good time when you totally lose track of time...well,
I lost track. We spent at least the next hour laughing, talking,
doing each other's nails, flirting... and embarrassingly
enough, even some impromptu karaoke to an
old Aerosmith song...complete with air
guitars. The wine bottle was nearly empty.
I was starting to say Christie, I'm really having
a... but she cut me off abruptly when a new song came
on the radio. She ran over to the radio, saying, This
song used to be my absolute favorite! and turned
up the volume until the scissors' started rattling
on the counter. It was Shake Your Groove Thing
and she started doing just that. I was having so much fun
that I joined her out on the dance floor and
we started getting down. We were laughing,
dancing, singing out loud and even doing the bump.
About halfway through the song she suddenly stripped off
her blouse and started twirling it over her head, acting
like a teenage girl at a rock concert. I joined her without
hesitation and pulled my sweater up over my head while shaking
my groove thing for all it was worth. We were really
having a girl's night out...just the
two of us, dancing with just our bras on. The song ended and
we were laughing and catching our breath when another song
began...a slow love song. Uh oh! I said laughing,
A slow dance! She winked flirtively and extended
her hand graciously and asked, May I? We wrapped
our arms around each other and began dancing, at first still
giggling from the other dance, but we both fell quickly
silent as we held each other close and began swaying rhythmically
to the music. It was exciting to have my breasts pressing
against hers and having her hair touching my face as I enjoyed
her perfume.
Neither of us said a word as we spun a slow circle
in the room, gently exploring each other's soft, bare
skin and holding each other so close.
The song had finished and we were halfway through the second
commercial before either of us became aware of it and stopped
dancing. Christie was smiling as she turned the radio off
and dimmed the lights, just the flickering candlelight
silhouetting her curves as she moved. My excitement had
increased and I was very wet but wasn't nervous at all
anymore, she made me feel so at ease. Are you going
to seduce me now?, I asked playfully. She answered
me without words...by letting her skirt fall to the floor
and then stepping out of it, coming to me and wrapping her
arms around me as she kissed me. We kissed softly at first,
but it quickly became passionate. I had never kissed another
woman before...it was so soft, so feminine. I explored
her with my hands while we kissed, feeling how soft and smooth
her skin was. She unbuckled my slacks and kissed her way
down my chest...then my bare stomach as she removed them.
She paused and playfully tugged on my panties with her teeth.
I was so ready for her!
She kissed her way back up my body and kissed me again, with
her fingers massaging me through my panties. She stopped
and took me by the hand and led me back to her styling chair.
I unhooked her bra and kissed and licked my way down her chest
as I removed it before sitting down.
She stepped back and
smiled seductively at me while she very slowly slid her
panties down her long legs. I was almost reaching for her
as she came to me, climbing completely naked on my lap, swinging
her long hair to one side and kissing me again, while unhooking
my bra and removing it. She took her time, kissing and licking
my neck, my ears and my lips and tongue as we enjoyed each
other. Our nipples would occasionally brush each others'
as we explored, sending little shocks of excitement down
to my already soaked pussy. She must have known, for she
reached between her and my legs and pulled my panties to
one side and slid her fingers into me as we kissed. I broke
our kiss with a small gasp from the pleasure. She slid them
easily in and out of me... I was so wet. She brought her wet
fingers to her mouth and then sucked and licked them as she
moaned, and then kissed me deeply. It was so sensual...
I could taste my own excitement on her lips. I was a quick
learner. I ran my hand down her stomach, in between her legs
and slid my fingers into her...finding out that I wasn't
the only girl in the room that was so excited. I did the same
for her, bringing my now wet fingers to my mouth and tasting
her as I licked them.
She climbed off of me and knelt down smiling as I was still
licking my fingers. I was already raising my ass enough
to allow her to take my panties off before her hands had even
touched them.
I wanted her tongue inside me... right then.
I was already tugging at her hair before my panties had left
at least one of my ankles. I wasn't shy at all...my legs
were apart with my panties still on one ankle as I pulled
her mouth towards my throbbing, wet pussy...and I raised
it to meet her ultimate kiss.
She ran her tongue purposefully, slowly from the bottom
of my pussy up past my clit...and, though I didn't even
want to...I couldn't help it...I exploded with a powerful
orgasm. She gently held her tongue against my clit until
my orgasm had subsided and then licked me clean. She looked
up at me smiling and licking her lips and fingers. Mmmmm,
you taste wonderful...you were really wanting that, weren't
you!? she said. Oh my God, Christie...yes
I did, I can't believe that I came so fast, I
replied, catching my breath and running my fingers through
her hair. I couldn't wait to have my tongue inside of
her, so I began to get up, but Christie playfully pushed
me back in the seat. Are you kidding me? she
laughingly asked. I want more than that!
she added. She took a sip of her wine and then began kissing
and licking my inner thighs. She was obviously enjoying
herself...and I sure wasn't complaining. I relaxed
and watched her, fascinated. It was so sensually naughty
to be with another woman, softer and more gentle. I had had
fantasies such as this over the years but it was almost surreal
watching her between my thighs; feeling her warm breath
and soft lips on my pussy.
I was so aroused...every inch
of my body seemed ultra-sensitive and expectant.
Christie took another sip of wine and then playfully dribbled
some from her glass onto my pussy. My body tensed as the cool
wine touched me and then instantly relaxed as her warm tongue
licked it off. She began licking me more purposefully,
rhythmically...and I could feel myself beginning to build
towards another orgasm. She stopped, looking up at me,
smiling...and then slid her fingers inside of me. My back
arched from the pleasure. She slid her fingers in and out
of my unbelievably wet pussy and returned to licking my
now very sensitive clit with her tongue...occasionally
sucking it between her lips. I was going to cum again, but
the pleasure just kept building and building...way past
the point that I normally orgasm. I was tugging at her hair
and pushing my pussy against her face and onto her relentless
fingers. Oh, Christie! Oh, yes...oh, Yes...OH,
YES! I practically screamed as I started cumming.
I was almost coming out of the chair in my abandon, but her
mouth stayed firmly on my pussy as I came.
I fell back panting, my body twitching uncontrollably,
but so extremely relaxed. Christie kissed her way back
up my body, pausing briefly to suck my very erect, sensitive
nipples before kissing me, my pussy still contracting
around her fingers, still inside of me.
Ummmm Diana,
you are soooo hot she whispered huskily before playfully
biting my ear.
She stood up and walked seductively across the small room,
pausing briefly to look over her shoulder and give me a playful
wink. Reaching her desk, she turned around and leaned against
it. She raised one leg and rested it on her office chair and
I watched excitedly as she slowly slid her finger into her
pussy and then brought it to her mouth and licked it, while
looking straight into my eyes. With the index finger on
her other hand she slowly gave me the universal come
here gesture...all without saying a word.
I accepted her invitation eagerly. I went to her and kissed
her, sliding my fingers into her waiting pussy, her moan
muffled by my tongue. I kissed and licked my way along her
neck, enjoying her perfume and the feel of her hair brushing
my face. She moaned again and whispered, Oh ... Diana,
I want your tongue in me so much! I smiled and playfully
ran my tongue across her parted lips before kneeling in
front of her. My face was only inches from her pussy, my fingers
disappearing and reappearing from her. My tongue was only
a fraction of an inch from her when I paused in a tease and
looked up at her. She was holding her breath, watching me
with a complete look of expectancy and anticipation and
I couldn't help but smiling before plunging my tongue
into her hot pussy.
I was surprised to learn that my fear of not knowing what
to do to please another woman was unfounded. Her pussy was
different from mine of course, yet very much the same. I
found myself knowing exactly how to please her, even with
no experience. Christie was more vocal than I...and each
lick brought sounds of pleasure from her. I looked up and
watched her pinching one of her long nipples with one hand
and sucking on the fingers of her other hand while she watched
me eat her...and I felt my own pussy getting wetter and wetter.
She was pushing her pussy into my tongue to match my rhythm
and getting more vocal by the minute. She began tugging
at my hair and I licked her clit just a little more forcefully
while fucking her with my fingers. She was going to cum.
Her legs began shaking and she pressed her pussy firmly
against my face and I could feel her body tense before the
exquisite release. Her thighs tightened around my face
as I continued relentlessly tonguing her clit. I was so
excited for her...for I knew the exact pleasure she was
experiencing. Christie came hard....almost falling
off of the desk and involuntarily letting out a loud cry
of pleasure before falling back amongst the papers on her
desk, scattering a few magazines to the floor. I was moaning
involuntarily myself in my enjoyment of her...very gently
licking her pussy while sliding my fingers into my own drenched
pussy.
I slowly kissed my way up her very warm, panting body and
she sat up to meet me, smiling. We kissed very softly, leisurely
enjoying the afterglow of passion. Christie, your
hair is a complete mess, I teased, smiling. Yours
is too, you know, she replied, playfully tousling
it with her hands. We held each other in silence, each of
us still exploring and reveling in each others' bodies...neither
wanting it to end. Diana? she asked. Ummm...yes,
Christie? I replied between kisses. Do you
have to go home tonight? she asked. I smiled, looking
directly into her eyes, No...I don't. I have
to pick up my daughter tomorrow afternoon...what did you
have in mind? I replied softly, nibbling on her ear.
I could sense her smile as she whispered in my ear, Would
you spend the night with me? I responded by giving
her a very deep kiss and replied, Ummmm, there isn't
anything I'd rather do.
We got dressed, well...mostly, our bras and panties were
sticking out of our purses as we locked up her shop and got
in her car. We drove to her house holding hands, both very
relaxed yet expectant of spending the whole night together.
It was an absolutely wonderful night. We talked, we laughed,
we continually touched and kissed one another, we made
love slowly and gently, we made love passionately and forcefully,
we drifted off to sleep holding each other for short periods.
..and
then made love some more.
She drove me back to Lou's Place to get my car at eleven
the next morning, after feeding each other small bites
of croissants and sipping rich, black coffee in bed before
getting dressed. She parked where no one would see us and
gave me a long kiss good-bye. I got out and was about to leave
when she called me back, Hey Diana! ...and
held something out in her hand. It was her business card.
I took it and she said, Set an appointment real soon,
OK!? and gave me a flirtive wink. I laughed and replied,
You can count on it, Christie! and blew her
a kiss before walking away.
Needless to say, Christie and I have become very good friends.
I love my husband very much...but have to admit that I get
more than a little excited now when he sadly informs me that
he has to go on a business trip. Even when he's home...my
hair gets done every 2 weeks at a very special after-hours
appointment at Christie's ... like clockwork, and
my husband just loves my hair now!
The End