One Swinging Summer (11 page)

"Are you kidding?" I asked her laughing and nearly choking on my drink.

"Nope."

"You dress up? I thought you just watched."

"I don't get naked, but I dress up. It's fun, like a secret, sexy Halloween."

She gathered her things, Michael right behind her. Also gathering their things were two of the girls we had all danced with during "Bad, Bad Girlfriend."

"They aren't ...?" I asked Kate.

"Yeah, they are coming too. Not often but they go with us every few months or so. I'm telling you, you gotta try it once, for laughs if nothing else. You might just like it."

"I do love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday."

"So come on, with or without Caleb," she teased, knowing I wouldn't.

"Maybe next time," I teased back.

I rejoined Caleb, and stayed with him the rest of the night. I really liked his group, especially Mark and Maria. Maria got us girls back out on the dance floor a few more times, and I got a lot of slow snuggly dances in with Caleb. People came and went from our table all night, Caleb seemed to know everyone. I thought it was amazing that with as many friends as he has, and as many as I have, that we never met in here before. I'd swear this man had never met a stranger.

It was getting late, and if I was here alone I would have left by now to avoid the 2 a.m. craziness, but I felt safe here with Caleb and his friends. This place was still packed, and Caleb and I headed back out to the dance floor.

As slow as Caleb liked to dance, holding me tight, we found ourselves in the very middle of the dance floor, with the faster moving couples dancing circles around us. He kissed me long and slow, and when he finished he whispered in my ear, "I have your panties in my pocket."

That made me laugh and blush at the same time. "Shut up," was my embarrassed reply. He just grinned down at me. "You are turning a little pink," he teased.

"Am not," I grinned back.

He looked down for a few seconds, and I finally followed his gaze.

"Are you looking down my top?" I asked in mock outrage.

"Most definitely," was his smirking response. He looked into my eyes at that point, and had a devious look about him.

After a few beats I narrowed my eyes back at him and said, "What?"

"Take off your bra." He said it quietly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Wait, what? No. Why?"

"That's a lot of questions. Take off your bra, I want to hold it with your panties."

"No way, we are on the dance floor. Dancing. You know, with people. Everywhere. You're crazy."

"You slipped your panties off, in traffic, threw them at me, and you think sliding your bra off discretely, while no one is looking is crazy?"

I just looked at him a minute, shocked. And actually thinking about doing it.

He could see my thought process running across my face, and he watched, smirking, with one eyebrow raised in challenge. I ran the how-to through my brain. Most girls, by the time they are my age, are quite good at removing a bra from under their shirt, so it was easily doable. What got me though, was that he didn't think I would do it. I could see it, in his challenging eyebrow, so I decided to call his bluff. Why stop now, right? Bathroom panty hose, thrown panties, why not a bra too?

I was wearing thin spaghetti straps, so it was quite easy. I unhooked my bra with one hand. I slipped my right hand up to my left shoulder, looking him right in the eye, and slipped my bra strap down around my elbow, and pulled my arm out of it. Halfway done. I cocked my eyebrow right back at him, reached my left hand to my right bra strap, and repeated the process.

'I can not believe I am doing this,' I thought. I kept my eyes locked on his, and felt the tingling in my stomach step it up a notch. I used my peripheral vision to look around and see if I was being watched. No one seemed to be paying the least bit of attention to us. I reached my hand down, sliding it down the front of my shirt, between my breasts, until I could feel the center piece of the bra between my fingers, and slowly pulled up.

I grinned up at him as I pressed my bra to his chest. He took it from my hands and tucked it under his arm, under the jacket he was wearing. "That was hot," he said, his eyes glowing with lust, and if I wasn't mistaken, admiration as well. I just kissed him in response, making sure to press my unbound breasts against him.

We danced one more song like that, him holding both my bra and my panties, and I was surprised at what a turn on that was. Maybe just because I felt so naked without them, or maybe it was just the naughty thoughts that it triggered, but he was right. It was hot.

When that song ended, we went back to our table like nothing had happened. We stood there with our group, talking and drinking, like I wasn't wearing less clothing than I had been when I had walked away. 'I seem to be losing clothes at an alarming rate in public,' I thought, while I was pretending to listen to something Jean was saying.

It was almost two o'clock at this point, and the bar had already called last call. They were playing the last few songs, and the place was beginning to thin out. We were talking about leaving as well when we saw officer huge arms from the night we met walking toward us.

Usually around this time one of the front door officers comes in and stands by the DJ booth, waiting for the bar to close. Once they turn on the 'ugly lights' they quickly herd everyone outside, and the officer helps with that, bringing up the rear of the crowd.

He must have had a few minutes to kill before he had to herd drunks, because he headed our way when he saw Caleb. He stood with us, and we introduced him to the rest of the group. He remembered me, and teased, "I guess you found yourself a hot, young thing after all. No birthday party tonight? I never saw you out front once."

"If I had known you were here, I would have come out and said hi," I replied.

"It's my fault, I've been keeping her busy in here."

"Yeah, I'll just bet," he laughed.

I finished my drink, preparing to leave while he and Caleb talked shop. Huge arms was telling a funny story involving a traffic stop, a blow-up doll and a goat that had me bent over with laughter. Caleb, not one to be out-done, was telling a story about a really large lady. He was really getting into the story, and to illustrate the size of the lady in question, he raised both arms out wide.

As we were listening and watching his gesturing I saw something drop from under Caleb's arm to the floor. It took me the space of a heartbeat to realize what it was. My eyes went wide, I heard myself gasp out loud, and I watched as Caleb and huge arms both slowly looked down at the ground, paused an uncomfortable (well, for me anyway) second, and slowly looked right back up at each other. Huge arms raised his eyebrows to Caleb in question, Caleb shrugged his shoulders in an 'oops' motion, and then they both swiveled their gaze to me.

All I could do was cover my mouth with my hand, and giggle. "What happens in this bar, stays in this bar," I managed to say, pointing my finger at both of them.

"Well, on that note..." huge arms said grinning, shook Caleb's hand, and headed off to round up the cattle. Caleb bent over, retrieved my bra from the bar floor, and tucked it into his jeans pocket this time.

"That was so embarrassing, I'm glad no one else saw that."

"That was another first, I seem to have a lot of firsts with you. Are you ready to get out of here?" Caleb asked me.

"Oh, yeah."

CHAPTER 14
DRIVE THRU

We said our good byes and headed out to the car. I had forgotten that we came in my car, it was sitting in the lot waiting for us, top still down. Caleb opened the door for me, and I checked the seat before I sat down. I had heard horror stories of drunks throwing up in convertibles left in parking lots with their tops down. I had also heard of convertible tops being slashed with the tops up, so you couldn't really win, you just took your chances.

As I settled into the seat and Caleb went around to let himself in, I had the beginnings of a naughty idea. It was such a nice, warm night, and it was almost all freeway to Caleb's house, I wondered if I had the nerve to remove my dress and ride home naked. I was wearing a long, black maxi-dress, and I was already missing my bra and panties from underneath. As he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, I wrestled with my idea.

I was a bit tipsy, inhibitions lowered, and things just seemed to happen when I was with Caleb that seemed to insulate us from the real world. I knew Monday would be here soon, then it would be back to real life. With an 'Oh, what the hell,' I made my decision.

As Caleb turned right off of the main street and started merging onto the freeway, I lifted the lever beside my seat, and leaned the seat all the way back. Just because I was feeling adventurous did not mean it was meant to be a public show.

Caleb looked over and asked if I was feeling OK. I nodded at him, took off my seat belt for the second time today in a moving vehicle, and once again started pulling my skirt up. I was laying back in the seat, hidden from view, as I pulled my dress all the way up my legs. I lifted my hips to free my dress, and soon it was around my waist, and then up over my head. I tossed my dress down at my feet on the floor of the car.

"Oh, my God," Caleb said grinning down at me as he drove. I looked up at him from my reclining position, completely naked and stretched out on the black leather seat beside him. He switched hands, placing his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right hand on me. He started teasing and squeezing my bare breast, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the road in front of him.

His right hand played back and forth, taking turns with each breast, and slid down my stomach as I opened my legs. His fingers slid inside me, and then back out, turning their attention to my clit. As his fingers made gentle circles, I brought my own hands to my breasts and cupped them, squeezing them together.

"You are going to make me drive your car off a bridge," he said with a smile, "but I would die a happy man."

I closed my eyes and relished in the feelings of my body. His fingers, still circling, and sometimes sliding in and out of my wet warmth, the feel of my nipples under my fingers, the weight of my breasts as I played with myself, and the breeze blowing over my naked body at freeway speed, sending chill bumps up and down my exposed skin.

My eyes popped open in panic as I heard a car gaining on us, on my side. I started to sit up and grab my dress from the floor, but Caleb stopped me. "They can't see you," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it is just a car, they can see me, but not down into the car to see you."

I relaxed back into the seat again, and could see the very top of the car slowly passing us. I went back to playing with my nipples, sucking on my finger first, and them rubbing my wet finger around my nipples, making them stand even more at attention, and making them glint in the dark. I opened my legs wider, to accommodate Caleb's searching, rubbing fingers.

It was even hotter, knowing that the car right beside us had no idea what was going on right next to them. We passed a few more cars on our way home, and a few passed us. I could hear them on the road, and could sometimes catch a glimpse of the roof of the car, but we just kept on driving and playing.

Caleb's hand came back up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, so I slid my hand down between my legs to take up where he had left off. I groaned beside him, as my fingers slid in and out of myself. Caleb shifted in his seat and said," I can not wait to be inside you."

I kept my right hand busy sliding slick circles around and around my clit, and slid my left hand onto Caleb's lap. He was hard against his jeans, and he thrust himself against my hand as I rubbed him in the same rhythm I was using on myself.

I felt Caleb slow down and heard his turn signal come on. I could feel the car change as we slid off the freeway. He came to a stop at the red light at the end of the ramp. A few seconds later, I heard another car stop beside us on my right. It wasn't directly next to us, so I couldn't see anything. It sounded like there was an empty lane between us. I watched Caleb turn the left-turn signal on, and while he waited for the light, he turned his attention back to me. I stretched out on the seat, long and lean, and watched him watch me. His hands explored my warm flesh.

Every few seconds Caleb looked toward the car next to us, then down to me, watching his hands play with my body, then a quick glance back up toward the other car. I could hear a few quiet voices coming from the other car as we waited. Male voices. They must have their windows down if I could hear them.

Caleb looked down at me, his right hand alternating between squeezing my breast, and playing with my nipples. Caleb said, "Throw a leg up, over the door." I grinned widely at him, amazed at my own wantonness, and complied. I bent my knee, putting my foot flat on the seat, so that only a naked knee could be seen at first, and then slowly opened my legs more, raising my right leg in the air, and draping it over the passenger side door, resting my foot on the side mirror.

I heard immediate exclamations from the male voices in the car beside us. "Holy shit," was heard clearly. Caleb made obvious motions of running his hand up and down my body, and I laughed out loud with embarrassed excitement.

The left turn arrow turned green, and we took off, leaving the other car at the light, hooting their approval. Wait a second. Why did we turn left? Coming off the freeway at Caleb's exit, it was a right turn that took us to his house. Where the hell are we going?

I sat up enough to prop myself on my elbows and looked around. Caleb made another left, pulling into the Jack In The Box parking lot and getting in line for the drive through.

"You are not!" I squealed.

"Want a burger?" Was Caleb's response.

"I am not going through the drive thru naked!"

"I have no choice, the dining room is closed this time of night. Only the drive thru is open."

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, I was kidding. Why not? It would make the guys night. Probably his forever. He would talk about you to his grandchildren."