It wasn't just any dress, but probably my favorite on her. Deep blue, tiny yellow flowers, sleeveless, she had great arms, modest, no cleavage, knee length, but it fit hugged her curves just right. The material was also thin and stretched.
If she moved it clung to the part of her that was moving. She wore it with a pair of open toed tan shoes, the heels maybe an inch. She was tall so it made her even taller and it did what heels do, made her calves and legs look more shapely and muscular, moved her pelvis forward, lifted her buttocks.
Some women can't walk in heels, but Mandy could. She moved gracefully in her heels. She never liked stilettos as they hurt her feet, but on occasion she would gut it out and wear them.
Mandy had laid out two dresses and asked me to pick which one she should wear. I didn't hesitate. I picked the blue one.
The first time she wore it we had only been dating a short time. We had done a lot of kissing and I had even gotten to second base. She liked having her breasts played with and nipples sucked on, but she hadn't invited me to go any further.
We went to a company Christmas party put on by her uncle. He owned a chain of stores and he put on a party each year as a way of thanking them. He also handed out envelopes to them containing their bonuses.
He had the party prior to Christmas as he wanted them to have extra money for the holidays.
He was a generous man, but also a bit of a lecher. He was not related to Mandy by blood, but by marriage. His wife was her dad's sister. She looked the other way at her husband's indiscretions. She thought his behavior was typical of Mexican men. He was discrete and he provided her a very good life.
Hector was his name. He was a mestizo like most Mexicans are, but he was tall and broad shouldered, with long arms and big hands. He had worked in a coal mine in Mexico before he came north and started his chain of stores.
Of all his nieces, Mandy was his favorite. She was very attractive, but he also liked that off all his Anglo relatives she was the one who embraced her Mexican roots. Mandy told me she liked spending time with her Mexican relatives because they were more fun and down to earth.
The legal drinking time in the state was eighteen. I did not know how to handle my liquor. Mandy had a few drinks but it didn't hit her as hard because she was doing a lot more walking around and dancing.
I was a bit shy as I didn't know a soul there. I went because Mandy invited me.
Hector was feeling good. He had a few drinks under his belt and he had been cutting the rug, dancing with young and old, although he preferred to dance with young and pretty like his niece.
What I didn't know was the history between Hector and his favorite niece.
Hector approached the table where Mandy and I were sitting with her cousins. He didn't ask, just extended his hand. She looked at me as if I had a say, but I barely knew her and he was family. She looked apprehensive which I didn't understand as she was a very good dancer.
They got on the dance floor. He had hired a band. He also had an emcee. Most of the evening Spanish, not English, was spoken. I had to brush up on my very rusty skills. Speaking was hard enough, trying to come up with complete sentences, but listening was an even bigger challenge.
The emcee announced Mr. Elizondo and his favorite niece, Mandy, would be dancing to one of her favorite songs, Cielito Lindo, and to give them a round of applause. There was nothing improper about their dancing. Midway through, the emcee announced Mr. Elizondo was paying for his niece to attend nursing school.
Everyone clapped, to include me, and chalked it up to Mr. Elizondo's generosity. He also hosted back to school parties where he handed out school supplies and every Thanksgiving he put on a feast feeding poor people.
He had a thick moustache and salt and pepper hair which was wavy and thick. He was considered handsome even after middle age. His waist was a little thicker, but he had no belly overhanging his pants. He had a very hairy chest which was just starting to get softer.
I could see by the expression on her face Tio Elizondo had surprised his favorite sobrina. Reading her lips I could make out several thank yous, this means so much to me, you're so generous, and more.
He hugged her tightly to him at the end of the song, pursed his lips. She returned his hug and gave him a quick peck on the lips. The kiss and hug didn't mean much as I had discovered Mexicans were a lot more affectionate in public than Anglos.
Mandy didn't come back to the table right away. While Mr. Elizondo returned to hosting his party, she sought out her aunt. went and found her aunt. Her aunt's table was only a few tables from ours so I was able to watch them interact.
Her aunt stood up. She and Mandy hugged as Mandy thanked her. She and her aunt had to turn their heads and offer their ears in order to be heard as the brass section of the band was playing.
I didn't hear what they discussed, but did notice them both glance my way.
When she came back to the table, Mandy told me her aunt, who was half Irish and half Mexican, and named Josefina, she thought I was very handsome. She also told me I needed to go and dance with her.
"Doesn't matter if you are a good dancer. It's about manners. Young people do things for the older ones, like dancing."
I took her advice and Mrs. Elizondo and I danced to several songs in a row. She asked me about how Mandy and I met, if I was going to school, if I was working. She liked that I was doing both. I figured I was being subtly interrogated by Mandy's family to see if I was a keeper.
I pictured the women in the family comparing notes to see if my stories lined up or worse, were inconsistent.
I also learned early Mandy was a big believer in staying until the very end and helping with clean up. I didn't mind as I had gotten a really great meal and free booze, not to mention an evening with Mandy.
"You help the guys break down the tables and fold chairs. I'll help the women."
It was a bonding experience working with her cousins who believed working and drinking went together. It was really late, three thirty in the morning, when the guys finished.
There weren't many people left by that time. Mrs. Elizondo had gone home. I thought Mr. Elizondo had also left as I hadn't seen him in over an hour. I also hadn't seen Mandy.
The banquet hall where the party was held had a lot of offices and storage rooms off to the sides.
I was very buzzed and physically exhausted, but I felt good for outworking and outdrinking Mandy's cousins. Hugs and handshakes and goodbyes they left so I went looking for Mandy to see if she was done.
I was more than ready to get home and knew I was in no condition to drive. I intended to have her drop me off at my house and take the car to hers.
As late as it was I knew there would be no detour to the school parking lot we used as our make out spot.
There were still people there and they were working. I helped the ladies and even the band. I went down one of the halls to put something away and passed by a closed door.
I hadn't heard people having sex except in the movies, but that night, I heard the soft moaning of a woman. I stopped and listened. She was rhythmically exhaling loudly, but whoever she was with, was quiet. Not even a grunt.
They sounded like they were picking up the tempo. I pictured two people fucking. My favorite sex scene was from the Godfather where Sonny bangs the bridesmaid so that was the image in my head.
Her voice was no longer so low, but higher pitched, like a squeak, followed by a not too loud long groan. Someone approached so I moved on. Listening to them had given me an erection. I knew I would masturbate thinking about them after I got home, no matter how tired I was.
Twenty minutes later Mindy showed up. She said she had been helping her uncle take things to his car. Mr. Elizondo appeared a few minutes later. We all chatted about the evening. He even said I was a great guy and his niece should think about keeping me around.
Mandy told him she was pretty sure she would keep me around. They laughed, shared a hug and another quick kiss. He left to do something with the other people remaining.
Mandy looked like she had been perspiring, but nothing compared to me. I had taken off my suit coat and tie and my shirt was drenched. She even commented about how damp my shirt was.
