Wendy was excited about her date with John. They had been a couple for over a year and generally went out every weekend. Their dates almost always ended in passionate sex. But for the last four weeks, John was out of town. He returned yesterday, and this was their first date. Wendy and John enjoyed a robust sex life. Wendy was almost five feet tall, 34, and well-proportioned at 80 pounds.

John’s favorite part of Wendy was her enormous 34DD breasts. She kept her pubic area shaved because John liked it that way. Wendy and John experimented with vibrators, mild bondage, and even once with anal sex, but Wendy preferred oral sex followed by straight sex.

At 35, John possessed great staying power, while Wendy was multi-orgasmic. Wendy contributed to John’s staying power because of her excessive lubrication. Wendy would get so excited and wet that her juices would literally drip onto the floor. This made for tremendously intense and passionate sex for both, and a four-week abstinence left Wendy horny, wanting, and wet.

Now, after four weeks, they were going out for an evening of dancing and dinner. Wendy spent the afternoon preparing herself. She showered and shaved closely everywhere. About an hour before John arrived, Wendy dressed. She chose a full, flowing black skirt with pleats and a white front-buttoned sweater.

As a surprise for John, Wendy decided not to wear any panties. She wanted to go braless, but the size of her breasts made it difficult. Wendy compromised and chose a demi-cup bra with sheer cups. The effect under the sweater accented her breasts and nipples, giving the appearance she was braless but provided the support Wendy needed. Wendy just finished pulling her brown hair into a ponytail to please John as the doorbell rang.

As they drove to the restaurant, John and Wendy talked intensely about everything that happened during their separation. John was very attentive and affectionate with Wendy. At one point, while walking to the restaurant, John placed his hand on Wendy’s ass and broke into a large grin. Wendy knew John had discovered she was pantyless. After that, John’s affection with Wendy became more sexual.

At the restaurant, John asked for a “private” area. Wendy and John were seated in a secluded booth, and John sat next to Wendy. As they looked at the menu, John’s hand fell to Wendy’s thigh. Wendy giggled and scooted closer as John’s hand drifted under Wendy’s skirt.

When his fingers lightly brushed her cunt lips, Wendy sucked air in quickly. John wormed his middle finger between Wendy’s swelling cunt lips and quickly found her erect clit. He began a tantalizing massage, lightly flicking the hard bud. Wendy licked her lips and shifted closer in response to John’s touch. The waiter came to take their order, and John easily slid his finger inside Wendy’s warm cunt and slowly moved it in and out. Wendy could feel her face blush as the waiter asked her for her order.

“Go ahead, Wendy, tell the waiter what you want,” John said gleefully as he continued to slowly finger-fuck her.

Wendy tried to slow her breathing as she told the waiter what she wanted. John followed, ordering a beer to drink. As the waiter left, Wendy asked John to stop in a whisper. Instead of stopping, he inserted another finger, causing Wendy to gasp again. She moaned as she felt the flood of juices release from her cunt. John could feel the results of his fingers as the slick fluid flowed from her cunt and covered his fingers.

“Do you want me to stop?” John asked quietly.

Wendy closed her eyes and shook her head slowly from side to side. John reached up with his free hand and unbuttoned the top of Wendy’s white sweater blouse, then a second button, revealing the white mounds of her breasts. He could easily see her breasts rise and fall with deep inspirations as he continued to massage her clit with his thumb and slide his two fingers in and out of her cunt.

She opened them quickly when the waiter returned with their drinks. Wendy saw the waiter looking at the cleavage between her breasts now exposed by John. Wendy was slightly embarrassed, but so excited she had no desire to conceal the view.

John continued the activity with his hand, and Wendy sipped her wine. She watched amazed as John drank his beer in two or three guzzles, emptying the bottle. John took the beer bottle and moved it under the table.

“Spread your legs,” John ordered Wendy.

Wendy looked imploringly at John and spread her legs a little.

“Wider,” John commanded.

Wendy spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. She felt the tip of the beer bottle at the entrance to her cunt and tried to relax. John slowly worked the bottle inside of Wendy’s cunt until just the end was showing.

“Now close your legs and don’t let it slip out,” John directed.

Wendy squeezed her legs closed and fought back the first twinges of an orgasm. She felt so full with the beer bottle inside her cunt. John now went to work on Wendy’s breasts. He opened another button, allowing her top to expose her ample breasts almost to her nipple. The demi-cup bra did little to provide any cover the way Wendy was sitting.

John reached inside Wendy’s top and found her nipple already becoming hard. John squeezed and pinched Wendy’s nipple hard, making her whine a little. Wendy quickly glanced around the restaurant, but no one was paying any attention. She saw the waiter bringing their food, and Wendy pulled John’s hand from her blouse.

There was no time to re-button as the waiter placed the food on the table. Wendy saw his eyes locked on her breasts. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were very hard and pushing out of the half cups of her bra. Wendy flushed red, as she knew that the waiter could easily see almost her entire breast.

“Will there be anything else,” the waiter asked, lingering at the table.

“Yes,” John started, “do you think she has nice tits?”

This time the waiter blushed and nodded in an affirmative fashion. Wendy started to protest as John opened her blouse and allowed the waiter a full look.

“You can look, but no touching, she belongs to me,” John said and followed closely behind Wendy’s blouse.

Wendy was so embarrassed and yet strangely excited at the same time. Dinner went quickly with John occasionally fucking her now sopping wet cunt with the beer bottle. He brought Wendy so close to orgasm so many times that Wendy was ready to beg him to allow her to cum. John paid the check and pulled the bottle from Wendy’s cunt and set it on the table. Wendy could clearly see her juices coating the entire bottle. As they left the restaurant, Wendy glanced back and saw the waiter looking at the bottle with a knowing grin on his face.

“You did well,” John commented, “let’s go dancing.”

In the car Wendy sat with her legs slightly parted and allowed her skirt to ride up almost exposing her cunt. She wanted John to finish her with his fingers so badly, but he just drove and talked about the evening. Wendy knew that John was teasing her and that just served to make her even hotter. She was a little concerned that she would stain her skirt, she was becoming so wet from all the excitement.

Wendy and John arrived at the club and it was packed. There was a live band playing top-forty tunes and several couples dancing. Wendy and John found a table and ordered drinks. As soon as the drinks arrived, John pulled Wendy out onto the dance floor. By now Wendy was getting into the evening and danced with a bit of wildness trying to tempt John.

Wendy was so horny, and she wanted John badly. When Wendy would twirl in her full skirt, it would billow upward, giving John a clear view of her bare ass and cunt. Wendy laughed and pretended it happened accidentally and pushed the skirt back down. John and Wendy continued to dance as the next song started immediately after the last.

Over against one wall sat five students from the local university. They came to the club that night to celebrate their youngest friend’s 21st birthday. All five were drinking and dancing with several of the women in the club. Bobby saw Wendy’s twirl first and pointed it out to the other four.

“Damn, she must be hot, look, no panties,” Bobby said.

Wendy and John continued to dance, oblivious to the observations of the five young men. They watched intently as Wendy would twirl and move enough to give a show to anyone paying attention. Bobby leaned into the other four and discussed a plan for their youngest, Eddie.

Wendy and John danced two more songs, then went and sat down to finish their drinks.

Wendy snuggled next to John and drank almost half of her drink immediately.

“Slow down,” John cautioned.

Wendy was having a great time and ran her hand between John’s legs. Wendy felt the bulge and leaned over, kissed John’s neck, and up to her ear.

“Take me, I want you so bad,” Wendy whispered.

John just laughed and took a sip of his drink.

Suddenly, a young college student stood at their table. Wendy looked at him and surmised that he was no more than 22. When he asked her to dance, Wendy was shocked and flattered at the same time. She thought that dancing with this young college man would make John jealous. Before John could protest, Wendy agreed and went out onto the dance floor.

“My name’s Bobby,” he introduced himself. “Those are my friends over there.”