My hangover soon cleared, and we spent the rest of Saturday shopping.
We spotted a very nice restaurant, which we booked for the evening and decided to go to a club afterwards learn how to kiss.
Later, back in the hotel room, Dec was fidgeting, watching TV as I applied my make-up.
“Okay. If you insist!” he laughed, as he jumped learn how to kiss off the bed, and was out of the room in a flash.
I looked at myself, in the mirror, and smiled.
I was feeling just learn how to kiss as horny, as the previous night.
Hotels have that effect on me, but all I could think about was Bam Bam touching my tits, while Al played with my knickers.
My pussy was becoming very wet, and I promised myself that Dec would get a night that he wouldn’t forget.
After applying the final touch of lip-gloss, I opened my bag, to select my outfit.
Stockings (of course), a tiny, white g-string that has a diamante heart at the back, a black mini-skirt, silver, low cut, v-neck, top, with my favourite Wonderbra.
This would knock my husband for six.
When I walked into the bar, Dec was playing pool with one of the guys from the Friday night.
The others, all dressed smartly, were sitting nearby.
“Fucking Hell!” Bam Bam shouted.
He was about 5ft 9ins, athletic with short brown hair.
He was quite attractive, in a boyish way.
The tallest, a skinhead called Carl, was at the bar, and bought me a drink.
Dec smiled at me, but was too engrossed in his game of pool to notice the effect that I was having on the others, who had all gathered around me, at the bar.
Al offered me a cigarette, and as he lit it, whispered, in his sexy Geordie accent, “You should come out with us tonight. I think that we could show you a good learn how to kiss time.” As he said the last words, his hand slid up my learn how to kiss stocking clad leg and under my skirt until he squeezed my bare arse cheek.
I went weak at the knees.
Grinning at him I took a long, slow, sip of my drink.
Dec and I chatted about Al and his friends, as we ate our meals, but I couldn’t sit still; my pussy was throbbing so much.
I tried to be careful with what I drank learn how to kiss, but we still managed to finish two bottles of red wine.
“Are you sure that you don’t mind going clubbing learn how to kiss with these guys?” I asked him.
“It’ll be a good laugh. They seem safe enough.” He replied, as we entered the hotel bar.
