Janet said, “What time will you pick me up?”“About seven?” Dexter suggested.“I’ll be ready at seven.”“Okay.”There was a long pause w...ile each of them tried to think of something to say.Finally Dexter said, “I’ll see you Thursday at seven.”“Okay. Bye.”“Bye.”After disconnecting the call, Dexter sat back in his chair, unable to believe how nerve-racking that conversation had been. It had taken him almost four hours, and two scotches, to work up the nerve to make the call.He looked down at his. Fast, furiously, and often. Finally, Darin motioned for us to leave, and I happily placed myself on his arm, making sure each step made my hips sway a little more than needed, the hem of my skirt flipping about to tease any other men who saw me, and letting them know I belonged to Darin. Darin led me down the street, the passing cars creating a brief maelstrom of wind to play with my skirt, exposing more of me than a proper woman should. And I loved it! My heart raced as Darin’s big, meaty. Then, we escaped to her back porch.We continued drinking wine and sharing memories, singing along to the radio set on low volume. The later it got the more charged the atmosphere felt— like right before a thunderstorm. Finally, Christi asked if I wanted to get in the hot tub. I was game after all it was a cool fall evening and warming up in the spa sounded great.Turning off the porch light, we stripped down to our bra and panties. Now, I've seen Christi get dressed many times over the years and. ‘No, I had forgotten about that, I’m glad you reminded me’, I replied and then told her to get in the back seat and get across my knee. Her mischevious little giggle as she hopped out of the truck made me think she thought my idea was a good one. I found out I was right as we climbed in the back seat and she stretched out across my lap. Her short denim skirt stretched tightly across her rounded bottom in my lap as she turned her head to give me that grin again. I admired how her hourglass shape.