It was another Friday night at happy hour at our local bar. The place was crowded this evening and it was the weekend before another group session. I had met Jennifer and Jerry there as well as a lot of regulars. Holly and Nick arrived a little later than normal. Holly had relatives in town and brought them along for dinner in the restaurant section of the bar before wandering over to the bar side and the music.
Our group was feeling fairly descent by the time Nick, Holly, and her family had finished dinner. Nick introduced Sandra, Holly's younger sister, her husband Dennis, and their daughter, Katie. Sandra was attractive, but Holly was still the hotter of the two sisters. They were in town from Indianapolis for the weekend. Dennis was a builder and owned his own company in Indianapolis while Sandra was a stay-at-home wife and mom for most of their marriage. Katie was twenty-four at the time. She was their only daughter and had taken time off from her job in Chicago at a television station to make the trip with her parents to see her favorite aunt and uncle.
Holly and Nick were still dressed like they had come from work, Nick in a suit and Holly in one of her business suits with the jacket and blouse form fitted to show off her ample cleavage and awesome shape, and her skirt short enough to let you know that she had some killer legs. Of course, she always wore high heels, and tonight was no difference.
Dennis was dressed business casual, dark jacket, dark slacks, white polo shirt and loafers while Sandra was dressed in a teal sweater dress showing off her shapely form, with a pair of matching high heels. Katie was wearing a pair of blue jeans that showed of her fantastic shape, a light gray blouse, and a dark grey blazer with black high heels. Her hair was up on a high ponytail and she sported a pair of large glasses, ones similar to the style worn in the seventies.
We didn't get to chat much. I did see the family resemblance between Holly and her sister. First impression, Katie was very cute in the librarian sort of way. Drinks, some dancing, and it was soon time to call it an evening sometime around ten that night. There was no play with Holly and Nick this evening and I didn't know if I would have the company of Jennifer or Jerry tonight. I'd have to wait and see.
Nick, Holly, and her family left just before ten. Holly gave me a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my inner thigh moving her hand up to my crotch for a quick feel. She leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry we couldn't play this weekend. We wanted you. Don't forget, we're grilling out tomorrow. Have sweet dreams, dearest."
I was confused. "Wait, isn't it too cold for a grill out tomorrow?"
Nick, a diehard and dedicated grill out cook responded, "Not too cold for me to grill out steaks. We'll eat inside."
I smiled and shook Nick's hand as he gave me a wink. It had become his way of saying what Holly had whispered. Then Jerry and Jennifer smiled and said that they were on their way home. Jennifer's mom was at the house with the kids this evening. It appeared I was on my own. I finished my drink and left right after Jennifer and Jerry.
My Saturday's were mostly a routine. Regardless, I would find myself at the grocery in the late morning. Sometimes, I would find my way to have some of my favorite wings for lunch at the Quaker Steak and Lube, one of my "bar and grill" favorites in Pittsburgh. Sometimes, I'd meet up with Nick and Holly there with some of their clients. Today's first stop was the grocery store knowing that we were grilling out this afternoon.
I grabbed my cart and began my Saturday trek through the aisles finding myself at the meat counter. I looked to my left to see the backside view of a nice pair of tight jeans on a woman, maybe five foot two inches tall who was wearing black heels, a black sweater, and shoulder length hair bent over picking through packages of steaks. She pulled a package and stood straight up with the package in her left hand and her right hand on her hip slightly cocked and tapping her right toe, in deep thought.
I couldn't resist a quick quip. "That is one special package of steaks where you have to concentrate so deeply," I said with a smile.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder and smiled, "Trying to find what I think my aunt and uncle would like at a barbecue."
In moment, I thought she looked familiar. But I turned to the steak selections and began looking them over myself responding, "It can be a bit difficult. Too big, too small, too much fat..."
She turned and moved closer. I could sense her peering at me. "You don't remember me, do you?" She asked.
It took a moment before it sank in but she beat me to the punch, "I'm Katie, Sandra's daughter and Holly's niece. I met you last night with Jennifer and Jerry."
"My, you look very different this morning. No glasses?"
"Well, I wear them when my contacts bother me. I could put them on if you like the studious type?" She had wit. "And, you look a different this morning too. You are coming over to the grill out later, aren't you? I remember my aunt saying you, Jerry, Jennifer, their kids, and a few others would be by later."
I actually had thought about not going to the grill out with them up until now. "Sure I am. Looking forward to it."
She smiled coyly. "I do have a few questions for you too, if you don't mind me asking some?"
"Well, don't ever ask a question that you don't want to hear the answer, you know?" I smiled back at her.
She turned to the meat again, picked up a second package, placed her right hand back on her hip and began tapping her toe before speaking again. "I happened to stay in the bedroom downstairs in the basement family room area. And, as I was getting ready to turn in, I overheard a, well, very interesting conversation between my mom and Aunt Holly. They were sitting on the sofa, with the stereo on and sipping some wine, a little girl talk between sisters."
I looked at her but she didn't turn to face me. I couldn't read her face from the angle.
"Let me say, I never hear my mom say things like, "my pussy's tingling" or "oh damn, one of my favorite fantasies" and "I could never get Dennis to do those things." In my life, I never thought of my parents as sex objects."
Now, she turned to me and smiled, "I believe my Aunt Holly was talking about you, Jennifer, Jerry, some group and a pretty in depth descriptive accounting of some wild sex acts that Aunt Holly told my mom she needed to try."
I know I must have had a shocked look on my face. This young woman was almost half my age and quite attractive telling me about her Aunt's sex life. Hearing her talk like that in the grocery store caught me off guard. "So what are you asking me?"
