My wife G, invited her longtime girlfriend B to join us at The Blue Martini after she got off work. B’s husband S has been out of town on a protracted job assignment and B was starting to get a little antsy.
About two times a month G and I head over to The Yard House during their Happy Hour, and have a few beers and some appetizers, followed by a stint at The Blue Martini for their Happy Hour. I don’t drink mixed drinks, so I use the time at the Blue Martini to burn off the beer so that we can drive home .
We met B at The Blue Martini at around six pm and the girls ordered some drinks. While the girls chatted, I people-watched. The girls ordered another round and an appetizer, and continued to chat.
At about nine-thirty, they decided that they wanted to stroll around the Town Square and check out some of the clothing stores.
One store in particular has some very nice dresses, including a club dress that zipped up the front. They just had to try it on.
Now B is a sweetheart, but once she gets a few drinks in her she gets a little frisky and flirty. The same young sales girl was helping both G and B with their outfits. I stayed nearby to offer my opinions on the dresses. G came out first, in the club dress, and I told her that while it looked pretty good, it was just a little too large, so back she went to try on another outfit. B came out with an outfit on, and started dancing to show it off. I told her I liked it, and back she went to try on another.
Just about the time that the sales girl was bringing back a smaller size club dress for G, B came out with the same club dress in purple. I told her that the dress looked good on her but she had it zipped up too high in the front. With an evil little smile on her face, she unzipped the dress down to her navel, pulled open the dress and flashed her breasts at me. “Is this better?” she asked.
“Oh Yes” I replied. About that time the sales girl came up alongside me, and said “You’re a lucky man to have a wife like that”.
I looked at her and said “Oh no, that’s the girlfriend, the wife is in the other dressing room.”
The look on her face was priceless.
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