The Key to Las Vegas Ch. 04

Barry met us at the door, handing both Angie and I dissimilar numbers. "I thought we were dating our spouse this time?" I queried, glancing at the numbers, and realizing that obviously wasn't the case.

"No, it's just that we're all going to the same event. You'll still have a different date for the evening." I glanced at Angie, her eyes meeting mine as I recognized that the clothes she had worn had been meant for enticement of me as she thought this date was us together. One of her sexiest blouses, a skirt short enough to almost be risqué, and the thought popped into my mind that she would often go without panties on a date like this with just the two of us. I wanted to check her out and see but didn't get the chance. Likewise, Angie had made sure I'd dressed nicer than just evening date casual.

"We meet again," I said to Nancy who, surprisingly, again turned out to be my date for the evening. Angie had dated someone twice; this was my first time as a repeat. We had just barely met that previous time; it was early in our experiences.

I expected that all the girls had exchanged dress notes, as Angie wasn't the only woman to have dressed up. Nancy was no different, a silky sexy wrap over dress dropped between, but formed to, her breasts emphasizing their size and shape. Nancy took my arm and we began walking around the yard. Angie stepped away -- I hadn't yet seen who she was paired with.

"So, I get to date you a second time? What are the chances of that?"

"Oh, I don't know -- somewhere about one in 16?" I answered. "About the same as if you end up with your husband." She giggled and took my arm. "Say, if this is all random chance -- what do you do if you do end up with your spouse?"

She laughed. "The same as always except that instead of teasing mercilessly and having your date go home to fuck their wife silly, I might just have a heavy petting session in the back seat with him before I take him home directly instead."

"Oh my, that wasn't quite the answer I was expecting," I laughed. "A bit blunt."

"Well, it's true, isn't it? Haven't you two had some hot sex after past dates?"

After the many months of random dates, I didn't have to think about it. Sure, we'd had sex and, mostly, it had been hot. I certainly had to admit it was a bit hotter than usual. "I guess."

"We always do. I think it's something about playing a bit with good friends. Knowing that I'm on a date with a good-looking man and he's on a date with a good-looking friend. Especially if she's got a nice ass. He always comes home randy." She looked over at me. "Did she tell you that Jeff tried to feel her ass?" When she dated Jeff before I don't think I'd even realized exactly who Jeff was, let alone that he was Nancy's husband, but certainly knew that now.

"That he did feel her ass?" I responded, remembering Angie telling me how she'd had to move his hand from her ass after their miniature golfing date.

She laughed, "Yep. Told me how he got his hand slapped. Oh my God, he can't resist a beautiful bottom. What about you, tit man or ass man?"

I paused, thinking. Did I want to answer this? On the one hand, it was getting to know her, but on the other hand, if she was truly a date, is it all that out of the realm of what we might talk about if we were really on the way to some kind of relationship? "Are we supposed to be talking like this?" I answered with a question instead.

"Only if you want to cut through the crap of waiting for a third date. That might not happen for years if at all." She smiled sweetly and I answered.

"I think both. I've got the best of both worlds with Angie."

"I think that's true for most of you men. Maybe not Byron."

"Byron?" I said, trying to place which man was Byron, looking back at the house where most everyone still was. She pointed him out, and said "Byron's not a bad-looking guy -- but for sure he's a tit man being married to Barbara."

"Oh my God, has she got massive tits or what?" I found myself naturally falling into the uninhibited sexual banter that she had started. "How big do you suppose they are?"

"38 GG. I've known Barbara since Junior High. She was a D cup in 7th grade, and they've gotten bigger since then. She may not be much to look at, but she snagged herself a good tit man." I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, what's a first date like with you?" she asked, starting to walk on around the pool towards another couple walking towards us. "A little kissing? A few caresses? Or are you strictly a goody-goody hands-off type?"

"I'm not sure how to answer that," I answered. Although Angie and I had sex on our first date, that had been an unusual first date. I could say I'd occasionally gotten to cop a feel on a first date but most of the time all I got, at best, was a quick thank-you kiss. Although, that one time with Anita, she'd unhooked her bra for me on our date... And then there was Gloria who was a dynamite kisser and although she hadn't let me inside her bra, hadn't kept my hands off her either. "I guess it depends on who the girl was."

"What about you and Angie? First date -- what did you do?"

I laughed, shaking my head although I knew I was going to admit it. "We went walking on the beach, stopped in the sand dunes, and went skinny dipping and then we didn't get dressed again for quite a while."

"Fucked on a first date?" She laughed. "I guess we can eliminate the Goody-two-shoes evaluation of you two."

"Is that how you saw me?" I asked, wondering what made that happen.

"I wasn't sure. You'll have to admit you were a bit uptight for our first date, and after Jeff said Angie slapped his hand, I figured you two probably don't play too much."

"And you do?" I threw back at her. If she could play this trying to embarrass my game -- I could with her too.

She stopped and looked at me, and then pulled my arm. I bent down to her and she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I like to kiss, a lot. I like my tits played with, a lot. If you don't send me home hot and wet and ready to jump Jeff's bone it won't be because I didn't want it."

"Hey Guys," Gary, the male portion of the couple approaching said. Laura Whitson, who was married to Tom, was right beside him. By this time, we pretty well know everyone's name. Something niggled in the back of my mind, and I remembered that Tom Whitson, Laura's husband, had been described as a dud.

"So, we're all together for this one, no four partner groups this time, and we're all going to the same place. You all want to ride with us?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine by me. Ok with you?" I said to Nancy.

"Thanks for asking, and yes, that will be fine. You driving?"

"Glad to."

I opened the door for Nancy, expecting to walk around to the other side, but instead, she slid in and over to the middle of the back seat. It didn't make any difference which side I got in on, so I just slid in behind her.

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