By the time Amy and I got to the lounge bar, my heart was already racing thinking about what the evening might have in store. Our plans were vague and mostly depended on what ideas struck Amy, and which she was willing to actually do.
We arrived early enough that we were able to grab a low loveseat and chair around a small coffee table situated in a little alcove. Amy took off her coat as we sit down, revealing the short summery dress with spaghetti straps that she was wearing. Completing the outfit were some incredibly sexy knee-high leather boots and white fishnet stockings.
We were quickly noticed by a waitress, who winked at us and headed over. As the chairs were low, she got into a crouch that got her pleasantly close to our crotches. "Hey guys, what can I get you to drink?" she asked while smiling at Amy and me.
"Moscow Mule for her and I'll take a whiskey and Coke," I answered.
"Sure thing, I'll be right back with those." She sexily raised her body and turned around, where I noticed that her shorts were tiny enough that I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks.
"Wow babe, you see what she's wearing?" Amy asked me. Phew. I wasn't the only one to notice. "Yeah, I felt like I could just reach out and grab the bottom of her ass."
"feel free to grab my ass anytime tonight!" Amy said with a wicked grin.
While we waited for our drinks, we both looked around the room, scoping things out. Already the place was filling up a bit, but the room remained pleasantly dark which kept some mystery to it. I pointed to a guy that was standing chatting with a friend at the bar. "What about him," I asked.
"Hmm... maybe. He doesn't look like a total asshole," she responded.
I had my arm around Amy on the loveseat and squeezed her ass as the waitress returned with the drinks. Amy slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs and the waitress crouched down again to put the drinks onto the table. I know she got a nice little view as Amy switched her legs around as she slightly fumbled the drinks but recovered quickly.
"Oh aren't you a naughty one," the waitress said with a smile as she herself did a quick leg spread to reveal that she had nothing on underneath the oh-so-short shorts. "Makes the night a lot more interesting. I'll be sure to check in with you guys later." We let her know that we wanted to keep our tab open and began sipping the drinks.
I scanned the room and notice that the friend of the guy we had originally pointed at had shifted his body to make sure he could look in our direction. "What about him then?" I asked her. Amy looked up and commented, "Mmm... maybe. Or maybe I won't even be able to decide." With that, she uncrossed her legs and spread them wider than necessary and she shifted over on the loveseat to be closer to me. Who knows with the darkness whether the guys noticed anything in particular, but they were certainly making an effort to pretend that they weren't staring. And with the whiteness of my wife's legs, they must have noticed that there was no obvious darkness of underwear as they glanced up her short flouncy dress.
As Amy looked in their direction and smiled, I began slowly lifting up her dress from behind so that I could play with her ass. It was still filled with the plug that she had put in before we left the house. She gasped and moaned quietly as I began rhythmically pushing on the plug, which I knew she loved. "Someone's going to see," she whispered while keeping her eyes on the guys.
"Isn't that the point, babe? In any case, who is going to say anything?" I responded, taking half my drink in one swallow. She simply moaned in response and I could feel that she had started flexing her thighs so that she could push herself up into my hand. Her breath was getting obviously shorter as she reached her hand over and gripped my cock through my pants.
She downed her drink and I nodded to the waitress.
Amy had her hands on the front of her dress and was bunching them up, causing them to ride higher and higher on her legs.