The sweater had small buttons in the front spaced about an inch apart and she had it buttoned up to the top. I reached over and starting at the top, I started opening the buttons and finished with the one right below her breasts.
I smiled and said, "If you are going to be naughty, might as well do it right."
"You are right," she said and reached down and opened the next one as well.
We got our coats and headed off to a disco club. That wasn't my favorite music to listen to but it worked for an evening of dancing. The place wasn't real full when we got there, so we had no trouble getting a table to sit at, but it filled up as the night went on.
I hadn't been out dancing like that in a long time and Katie wore my ass out that night on the dance floor. I could go maybe a half-hour or forty minutes before having to sit down and rest my legs. There were a lot of girls dancing in pairs or in groups so Katie would just bounce over there and join with them until my legs recovered. I sat there and watched her spin, her skirt flaring out and of course giving any one that was looking in her direction a good look at her panties. After I had sat out a song or two, she would come over to the table, take a sip of her drink, and pull me back out on the dance floor.
Slow dances are sometimes called vertical foreplay and that was the case with us. She got as close to me as she could and I could feel her grinding her pubic area into mine. Of course I had a handful of her ass that I was playing with and once in a while I would slide my hand under her skirt to play a little. We weren't the only couple out on the dance floor doing it either, there were a lot of hands on a lot of asses.
Sitting next to us was a group of girls in their early twenties. They were all good looking, but the one redhead caught my eye. She had short hair and freckles that were visible even in the dim lights of the club. She had on a tight T-shirt top with a black mini-skirt. She was slender but her breasts were big, at least a D size. Every time she stood up or sat down, I had to check her out. Of course Katie saw me doing it and I knew she had been checking her out as well.
"I think she's pretty hot looking too," I heard her say.
I looked over at Katie and she was licking her lips a little with her tongue. I laughed.
The night passed. I had just sat down to take another break when a slow song started. Katie came over to the table and I started to get up, but she shook her head no. She walked around to where I was sitting and gave me a quick hot kiss. Then she smiled, and walked over the table where the redhead was sitting at. The next thing I saw, they were out on the dance floor together.
The dance started off innocently enough, they had a hand behind each other's waist and the other one they were holding up in the air. Twenty or so seconds passed, then I noticed that they were standing really close, breast to breast and pussy to pussy. The hands on the backs started moving up and down a little and then they started grabbing each other's ass. Once in a while the hands would disappear under their skirts. Katie would flash me a smile as they turned around. The next thing I saw was that their other hands were on each other's breasts. They would kiss for a while and then move back to where their cheeks were touching and I could see that there was a lot of whispering going on at the same time. It was so damn hot that my cock got really hard and I knew I wasn't going to be walking out on that dance floor any time soon. The dance ended, they parted with another kiss and Katie walked over to the table and sat down.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"Mad?" I said and smiled, "That was so fucking hot!"
Katie laughed and replied, "She's gay, she doesn't like guys. She has had too many bad experiences."
"That is a shame," I said.
She said, "It happens. She asked me to go out with her but I said no, I just wanted a little taste. She said that was okay with her."
"Taste?" I asked.
Katie got a really big smile, leaned over close to me, and very softly answered, "She's wearing lace panties, her pubes are very soft and she is really wet."
My eyes opened wide and I said, "Gee, I missed that move."
She said, "Well I had to do it quick. I didn't want to be too obvious."
Katie extended her arm out and placed her index and middle finger under my nose. There was the unmistakable smell of pussy on her fingers. She pulled them back and then slowly licked each one off. I turned and looked over at the other table and the red headed girl was watching us with a big smile.
Needless to say, the sex that night after we got home was wild and crazy. And yes, I got my spanking before we started. I did tell her that I had been joking but one didn't make those kinds of jokes with Katie especially when she was this horny. Twenty hard and fast swats with the paddle and then she had me do the same to her. We headed to her bedroom at a fast pace and I got between her legs immediately. I hadn't licked her clit three times and she came hard and kept on cumming for a long time. What a night that was!
The next day my legs were so sore from dancing that I could barely walk, but I survived and we went once a month after that. We didn't see the red headed girl for a few months and when she did come back, she was pretty tight with a equally good looking blonde girl. Katie did go over to where they were sitting and they had a quick hug and a kiss. Katie wasn't kind of person that was easily forgotten.
Katie's birthday was April 15th and for some reason, it took me a while to get it out of her and she made a big point of my not fussing over it, mainly because she didn't want me spending a lot of money on her. I was keeping up with my bills and I had a slowly growing if still small savings account. But, I wanted to get her something nice although I was at a loss as to what. She didn't wear much jewelry, sometimes she would wear her college class ring or a simple necklace but that was it. She didn't even have her ear's pierced. One of the other managers and I were good friends and he was wise about a lot of things, especially dealing with women, so one day I called him and told him of my dilemma.
He asked, "Does she like perfume?"
I said, "Yes, she's got three different ones that she wears, but she doesn't wear a lot of it."
"Perfect!" he replied and asked, "Do you know what ones they are?"
"No," I said, "But I can find out."
He said, "Write down the names exactly off the bottles. Head over to any of the big department stores and go to the perfume counter. Don't try and pick something out yourself, get one of the old broads that work there to help you. The young chicks don't know shit, the old broads are the sharp ones." I let out a loud laugh and he finished with, "Just tell her what she likes and how much you have to spend."
So one night when my part timer was working, I did just that. I told the sales lady what she had and how much I wanted to spend. I was hoping that she would just pick one out but instead, she showed up with three different ones. She put a little spritz of each on her forearm, and had me smell it.
I said, "They all smell the same to me."
She gave me a dirty look and said, "Try again."
So I did and I noticed that the second one had a very faint scent of rose to it. I knew that Katie liked pink roses so that was the one I picked. She showed me what sizes it came in and I was shocked at the prices. Sixty dollars for a little tiny bottle of the stuff? I had planned on spending thirty or thirty five dollars, but I thought what the hell. As I was standing there pondering this, the sales lady reached over and got a clipboard from behind the counter. She scanned through a couple of pages and put it back down.
She came back with larger bottle and said, "We having a sale starting on Thursday, but I can give you the same price today."
It was fifty dollars for that size, so I purchased it and thanked her for her help. At a drugstore in the same mall, I stopped and got a nice birthday card and some wrapping paper.
Her birthday fell on a Wednesday that year and I said that was going to be my treat at the bar that night. I wanted to go some place nicer but Katie said the bar was fine with her.
I walked in and after giving her a kiss as always, I handed the card and the box to her and said, "Happy birthday Katie."
She shook her head a little and said, "I told you not to fuss. A card would have been just fine."
Katie had this look she used when she didn't want any further discussion on a subject. She rarely said that she didn't want to talk about it, nope, she would just sit there and give me that look. Well this night, it was my turn to use "The look."
She rolled her eyes a little, broke out into a big smile and, "Okay. You win." Katie opened and read the card, then she carefully unwrapped the package and looked at the box. She opened it and after sliding the bottle out, she undid the top and carefully squirted a little on one wrist. She smelled it and said, "This is very nice Tony. Did you smell it?"
I laughed and said "Yes," and I told her the story of my first perfume buying expedition including the conversation with my friend.
She had a good laugh over it all and she said, "I am so proud of you."
Just then Angie the waitress walked by and Katie waved to her to come over. She put a squirt on Angie's wrist.
Angie smelled it and said, "This is really nice. He has good taste." She turned a little towards Katie, I saw her wink and heard her say, "And I bet he tastes good too!" and as she walked off we both roared with laughter.
