It was a trip back east for Jim and Debbie to visit some relatives and for a wedding for Jim’s best friend’s oldest son. The wedding was a simple affair but the reception was intimate and lively, a mix of the couple’s young friends and their older relatives.
Jim and Debbie were enjoying the DJ and spent a fair bit of time on the dance floor. The drinks were flowing freely and everyone was loosening up and having a good time. Debbie looked so sexy in a long form-fitting ankle-length dress. Jim especially loved slow dancing with Debbie, holding her close, feeling her breasts against his chest as his hand cupped her curvy bottom. The dance floor was filled with both young and old and Jim and Debbie being in their fifties were doing well in keeping up with the younger members of the party.
During one pop song, people were twisting and rocking, going lower and lower to the dance floor. It was during this dance that Jim caught sight of the groom’s young cousin, Emma, who recently graduated from college. Emma looked stunning in a royal blue party dress with a scoop neckline. The dress contrasted nicely with her striking flaming red wavey hair. This was more than enough to get Jim’s attention but what really got his attention was when Emma was twisting and lowering herself closer to the ground. She inadvertently gave Jim a flash of her bright red panties. It was only a glimpse but the image was burned in Jim’s mind and gave his body a jolt. He quickly looked away and then scanned the crowd hoping no one noticed his staring.
Jim thought he got away without getting caught but he wasn’t sure. Emma’s mother, Sandra, whom he was chatting with earlier gave him a strange look but then again it could have just been his imagination.
After another slow dance and seeing all these women both young and older dressed in party clothes showing off bits of their legs and cleavage, Jim and Debbie were ready to head back to their room for some lovemaking. The brief ride in the elevator was filled with passionate kissing and caresses which was unusual for the normally reserved Debbie. She even stroked Jim’s swelling bulge as they kissed in the otherwise vacant elevator.
Jim opened the door to their room and made a quick stop in the bathroom as Debbie undressed. Jim’s expectations were running high but were quickly dashed when he returned to the room and found Debbie napping. Jim wanted to be mad at her but she looked so alluring there asleep on the bed with just her robe partially covering her matching set of sky-blue bra and lace panties.
“Honey,” Jim whispered as he kissed her gently on the forehead.
Debbie awoke, almost in a daze, and saw Jim hovering over her with his loose tie brushing against her body.
“Jim, what?” she replied as she got her bearings and remembered their earlier passionate kissing and teasing. “I must have fallen asleep, so sorry. I think I might have drunk too much,” she replied guiltily as she glanced up at Jim’s bulge. “Can I get a rain check, honey?”
“It is ok. I think I will go down to the bar or to the after-party. It is still too early for sleep for me,” Jim replied with a hint of disappointment.
“I will make it worth your while tomorrow. Go have fun,” Debbie replied as she kissed Jim.
He made his way to the small bar that was near the reception that was still going strong. There were only about a half dozen stools at the bar but lucky for Jim, one was free. He paused for a moment and was a bit concerned since the open seat was next to Sandra, who might have caught him looking at her daughter earlier. He took the seat anyway especially since it was the only open seat.
“Fancy see you here,” Jim cheerfully commented as he sat down. Evidently, Sandra had been there awhile since there was both an empty cocktail glass in front of her and half full drink. “You had enough of the dancing?"
Sandra turned her body slightly to face Jim. As she did, the bottom of her dress fell open revealing a slit in her black party dress that Jim had not noticed earlier as they were chatting during the cocktail hour. “No, just a bit bored. My husband left earlier to drink with some friends in the father of the bride’s room and left me, alone.”
Jim sensed her anger and then took a moment to check out Sandra. She had sandy blond shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, glossy red lips, and her dress, besides having that long slit showing off one of her shimmering stocking-covered legs, also had a plunging neckline revealing her enticing cleavage. The dress had buttons down the front, holding back her cleavage. The buttons went all the way down to the slit. Jim couldn’t stop wishing that a few more buttons were undone. Sandra was in her fifties but the dress certainly gave more than a hint of a tempting body underneath, Jim couldn’t help but steal lustful glances as they chatted.
Sandra was glad to have someone to talk to since her husband abandoned her to be with his friends. She wasn’t having a good evening but Jim’s furtive looks at her cleavage and legs were helping her spirits. Maybe a little playful teasing would make the evening even better, she thought. Sandra casually crossed her legs causing her dress slit to open even more.
Jim noticed the movement of Sandra’s legs and couldn’t help but glance down as she was chatting. He only looked for a moment but he thought he could get a glimpse of her peach-colored stocking tops. He tried to pay attention to Sandra but his eyes kept looking downward hoping to see more.
Sandra was enjoying the attention and pretended not to notice Jim’s leering looks at her legs and stockings. She had bought new lingerie in hopes of surprising her husband but maybe the lingerie will have a different use. She leaned forward as Jim was talking giving him a better view of her cleavage, if he so desired. She slightly smiled as she noticed his eyes drawn to her cleavage, especially after he apologized for losing his train of thought.
Their light conversation continued as they sipped their drinks. Jim tried to keep his eyes focused on Sandra but he was having a difficult time resisting glancing downward, enjoying either the sight of her sheer stocking-covered crossed legs or the deep cleavage between her breasts. Sandra felt her body warming up and wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or Jim’s lustful eyes. She certainly was enjoying his looks and those dark eyes seemed to be filled with forbidden thoughts that maybe she should explore.
At one point, Sandra uncrossed her legs and slowly opened them a bit revealing more of her thighs just as she was asking Jim a question. Jim’s eyes were drawn to the view of both of her thighs partially uncovered along with peach-colored stocking tops. It was like moths being attracted to lights, Jim just couldn’t resist looking.
“Jim, did you hear me?” Sandra asked coyly as her hand touched Jim’s thigh. While Sandra was enjoying Jim’s looks, she was also getting turned on by the growing bulge in his pants. As she touched him, she saw his bulge twitch and she felt both naughty and wanted, very different from her mood earlier.
“What? Sorry, what did you say?” Jim quickly replied as his eyes darted up to meet hers.
Sandra got bolder. “Do you always enjoy trying to look up women’s dresses?”
“What? No! What do you mean?” Jim asked incredulously.
Sandra leaned forward, her hand sliding slightly up Jim’s thigh, inching closer to his crotch, as she whispered in his ear, “I saw you earlier looking up my daughter’s dress and now you are trying to look up mine.”
This was so unlike Sandra to be this seductive and flaunting, she is usually waiting for her husband to take the lead. However, tonight between being pissed off at her husband leaving her for his buddies, wearing new lingerie, having more than a few drinks and Jim’s hungry looks, her inhibitions were dissolving.