"Looks like you were thirstier than you thought," Dave kidded her as his hand rode lightly up the inside of her thigh under the table. He noticed the dreamy unmistakable look in his date's eye and realized he could very likely do anything he wanted with her at this point. She was ready. Funny – he'd noticed a lot of chicks got like that when they were dancing.

The music must really get to them, he thought. All that squirming and gyrating around starts the old juices flowing in their pussies.

When their refills had arrived, he began to sip slowly at his bourbon, even as his free hand rose steadily towards the crotch of Angie's tight jeans. He felt her pussy wriggle slightly, encouraging his explorations, and Dave cursed the day women had ever started wearing pants. Sure made it hard for a guy to cop a free feel.

"This place is beginning to bore me."

Angie tossed her long blonde hair back from her eyes and turned to face her companion, her red lips glowing wet and full in the dim light, her eyes bright with passion.

"What say you and I get out of here and find someplace more comfortable to talk… and things?" She giggled kittenishly and snuggled her face into Wagner's neck for a moment before rising to leave.

Dave was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to women who took the lead in seduction. The way he played the game, it was he who called the shots, he who decided when they should retire to his cozy little penthouse apartment. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed the reversal of roles. Took some of the fun out of it somehow.

"Well, are you coming or do I have to see myself home?" Angie was standing above him, hands on full hips, smile taunting. Gulping down the rest of his drink as well as what remained of hers, Dave rose a little unsteadily to his feet and followed the sultry blonde towards the exit.

Heads turned as Angie walked by, her asscheeks churning like they were at war with each other, her tits bouncing invitingly in front of her, her long legs moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm.