Eric and I so seldom got a ‘night out on the town’ that it seemed a stroke of luck when he was sent to San Antonio on an overnight stay. I had a good customer there and easily made my own ‘business trip’ too, giving us a night away from home... away from our routine.
We stopped at a little road house just outside the city. Guaranteeing our room beforehand made it possible to slow down and take our time getting to the hotel.
The bar was dark and smoky, and the bass thump of the music could be felt as we walked in. It was strangely crowded for a Thursday night and we both wondered at why that might be until someone stepped up on stage and began talking. As he spoke, inciting the crowd to cheer, clap, hoot and holler, it became clear that the reason for tonight’s crowd was that it was ‘Wet T-shirt’ night.
We looked at each other and chuckled... so much for our plan of finding a quiet little corner to sit and have a drink. Eric slipped his hand into mine and asked me if I wanted to leave. With a wink and a smile I answered, "Well, I think it might be kind of fun to watch, what do you think?”
He looked at me, a little surprised. This was his rather conservative Lisa... and he was NOT hearing what he had expected. Eric shifted in his seat, and I knew him well enough to know his cock was swelling against his jeans at the thought of scantily clad young women in wet T-shirts
I had just finished a very enlightening book about couples our age, and how they grew apart with time. I certainly did NOT want to end up as some of them had, but I certainly saw a pattern in the way we spent too much time at our careers and the house. So, I paid close attention at what the couples who wanted to re-ignite their passion had done... and in reading I found several things to be very exciting, and possible to see us doing together. Several of the couples had mentioned doing something ‘daring’ and not what would normally be expected... and even one or two had managed this in public (of course, safely... but... still, in public).
The idea to stay here and watch came to me suddenly, and as the music began, I was a little taken aback at how erotic of an idea I found it... not only for Eric, but for me.
Soon, a half-dozen or so girls moved up onto the stage and a couple of guys were selected to pour pitchers of water over them. I slipped a hand under the table and pushed it between his thighs, whispering, ‘I bet you wish we’d gotten here earlier so you could be one of those guys, hmm?”
The young women squealed and wriggled, their breasts clearly visible against the clingy thin material. Both of us stared, seeing the prominent nipples prominently and the wonderful way that breasts have of jiggling as the women moved. Then, to the LOUD and enthusiastic clapping and cheering of the crowd, they were voted on. Afterwards, the girls were re-absorbed into the crowd and the cycle began again, and then again. Eric and I gulped our first round of drinks while watching, utterly transfixed. At one point, his hand slid against mine, pressing my palm against the zipper of his jeans and I felt his cock, warm and hard against it. These women were all very normal; these weren't strippers... just women you might see every day. Somehow seeing these normal, natural women just made the whole thing much more erotic. You could see the enjoyment on their faces as they teased and jiggled for the men in the audience.
The announcer came back on stage and asked for the next group of women. As only four women climbed the stage, he began asking the crowd for one more. I’m still not sure just where the thought came from, but without thinking further (and before I lost my nerve), I slid out of my chair and stood up and, without a backward glance at Eric... walked up to the stage. The guys standing around the small stage moved to make room, yelling and clapping as they parted around me.
