One Swinging Summer (8 page)

I excused myself to go to the ladies room, and wound my way through the crowd. The place was packed with Cinco de Mayo partiers, nothing like a great drink special and good food to bring out the masses. I was surprised that the ladies room was empty, usually on a night like tonight a girl has to stand in line. I finished, washed my hands, checked my hair and make-up and headed out into the hallway. As I walked a step or two I realized that my nylons were twisted funny, and that I had to go back and make an adjustment. No way was I going dancing with uncomfortable panty hose.

As I was nearing the ladies room door, Caleb popped out of the adjoining men's room.

"Are you escaping already?" He asked, "Going to shimmy out the window to avoid going back to the table?"

"No, I just need to make an undergarment adjustment."

"An undergarment adjustment? Sounds intriguing, here let me help," he said as he slid his arms around my waist, kissed me, and walked me backward 'til my back hit the ladies room door. He pressed on, and the door swung open, letting us inside. He turned me so that my back was against the door, holding it shut while we kissed.

"I guess it is too late to ask you if anyone else was in here, huh?" he laughed against my lips.

"A little," I said, shutting him up with another kiss.

"Aren't your friends going to wonder what we are doing?" I ask him.

"I followed you to the bathroom, my guess is they know exactly what we are doing. If we are getting credit for it anyway, why not reap the benefits?"

After a few more kisses he asked if I was having fun. Not in here per say, but meeting his friends.

"I am actually, I like them. I'm looking forward to going dancing as well."

"I guess we should be getting back. I left my credit card for our portion, I'm sure everyone has paid and are ready to go."

As we readied to leave he asked, "Didn't you need to make an adjustment?"

"Oh yeah, my nylons are bothering me, hang on a sec, I'll fix them."

As I hiked my dress up a bit, just to readjust, Caleb gave me a wide grin.

"Take them off," he said.

"We don't have time, besides, someone could walk in any minute."

"No, take them off and give them to me. Let's make them think the worst, that is if anyone even notices."

So I did, I stepped out of my heels for the second naughty time tonight, shimmied out of my black nylons, adjusted my dress back down over my hips and stepped back into my shoes. By the time I had finished adjusting and looked at him, he was staring at me with that evil grin of his, and it took me a second to notice that he had tied my hose around his neck. He had done it so well, that it looked natural. He had made a necktie out of my panty hose. Honestly, unless you looked really close, you couldn't tell that it wasn't a black silky tie.

I busted out laughing. "Are you kidding? You are really going to walk through this restaurant wearing my hose as a tie?"

He said, "If you are really going to return to our table, without the panty hose that you were wearing when you got up, then I am willing to wear said panty hose as a trophy around my neck."

I looked at him a second, the dare evident in his eyes. His eyebrow raised in question.

"Well OK then, lets do this."

As we turned to leave the ladies room we heard female voices coming toward us down the hall. Two voices. He looked around the bathroom quickly and noticed there were three stalls, all open.

"Act natural," he said to me with a grin, as he ducked into the stall closest to the door.

"As if," I thought as I pretended to wash my hands, just as the door to the ladies room flew open. Two ladies came in, talking to each other. They each went straight for an empty stall. Once they had the stall doors closed behind them, Caleb came out of his stall, grabbed my hand, and we ducked out of the bathroom holding our free hands over our mouths, trying to contain our laughter. We escaped with no one the wiser, or so we thought until we ran smack into a waiter in the hallway.

"Sorry, excuse us," Caleb said as we passed him. We looked back at the waiter, he was still grinning after us, and he flashed us the thumbs up sign as we turned the corner. That only made us laugh harder. We walked through the restaurant, hand in hand, giggling like little kids who had gotten away with a cookie from the cookie jar. We pulled ourselves together a bit and sat back down at our table. They were finishing up a conversation and looked at us funny, but didn't say anything.

Everyone took their respective credit cards back from the folders on the table, and someone made noises to go. We all got up as a group, and filed out the front door together. The entrance had wide double doors, Robert was holding one open for us to pass and Jean held the other. As we walked past them saying thank you, I saw Jean's eyes drop to Caleb's chest. She looked quizzically at his tie for a second and then looked to me.

She looked me in the eyes, and then dropped her gaze down to my newly bare legs, then back up to my eyes with both of her eyebrows raised high up on her forehead. I just smiled and winked at her as I walked though the door.

CHAPTER 10
AN OFFER

After we left the restaurant, we got into our separate cars with plans to meet up back at the club.

"Well, that was a first." Caleb said.

"You don't often follow women into bathrooms and steal their underwear?"

"I didn't steal them, they were given up willingly for the cause."

"What cause was that?" I asked.

"Fun." He grinned over at me.

I didn't mention that we had been caught by at least one member of our party. I figured I would keep that piece of information to myself.

"Do you want them back?" He asked, "For dancing?"

"Nope, I am enjoying the bare leg feeling. I can dance fine in just the dress and heels. Besides, I think the tie pulls your whole outfit together."

We arrived at the club and met up at a free table. It was quite an enjoyable night. I don't normally come here with a date, but having a dancer at my disposal, especially one wearing my underwear around his neck, was fun.

It did throw my friends a curve ball though. I fielded a lot of questions. Caleb was a great sport, and we spent as much time with my friends at their table as we did with his. At around midnight, we were standing at a table of my friends, and two of them got up and started saying their goodbyes.

It was a couple that I had known for a few years, separately. They met each other here about a year ago, and had been inseparable ever since. He, Michael, was a good friend of a guy that I had dated for a while, and she, Kate, had been a friendly acquaintance from here at the bar who spent a lot of time at our table. About a year ago he bought the table a round of drinks, she was with us and thanked him. They started talking and that was it. They really fit well together, personality-wise. Michael had always been fun, and Kate was usually sweet, but quiet. He really brought her out of her shell and when you watched them together you could tell this was real. I was so happy for them.

But still, it was barely midnight and they were leaving. Someone behind me was harassing them, trying to get them to stay. Slurs were flying fast, something about being old and having no stamina. Everyone laughed. They took it well, but it didn't stop their preparations to leave.

"Have fun," I told Kate, knowing full well where they were going.

"You are welcome to come with us. You can even bring your date. I really think you would enjoy it, if we could just get you in the door."

"Oh no, I don't think so."

"It is a lot like this place and it is just around the corner. Music, dancing, they even have food. You have to bring your own alcohol, but otherwise it is similar. Just take a look around here and imagine that the lady there on the dance floor is topless, and those two- the two in the dark corner over there- are doing a bit more than kissing. It is just like this, only sexier. Anything major has to go on in the other room, so if you never set foot through the curtain, really all you get is a sexier club atmosphere." Kate was still talking as Michael walked up to get her.

He heard the end of our conversation and jumped in.

"Are you trying to get her to go to the other place with us?"

"Yes, but it isn't working." She stated.

"She didn't want to go the first time either," Micheal told me, talking about Kate. "She said she would try once as a favor to me, and we have been leaving here around midnight to head over there for months now."

Kate said, "I told her that it is just a sexier club, unless you sneak off to the back room."

"It's true." Michael stated. "The main room is like this, guys and girls. Couples come together, single ladies are welcome, but single guys have to come in with a group of couples, or with ladies. A single guy by himself isn't welcomed. That keeps the pervs down. The ladies control the show, they have free reign. They can be fully dressed or topless anywhere in the club. They can, and occasionally do, get fully naked, but usually they are in something sheer or something that makes them feel sexy. Women can be anywhere, wearing anything, at any time. But men can't. Men have to be fully dressed in the main rooms. If something starts to happen, say on the dance floor, she can lose some clothing, and they can make out and stuff, but anything that involves the men getting naked has to move to the other room. Honestly, usually it is just the couples who come together that really get into it. Say she likes to get a bit naked, be looked at, he likes to watch her and the other women, he enjoys his wife or girlfriend's uninhibited nature, and when things reach a point, they retire to a back room for a while, and come back and continue the party again later."

Kate chimed in at this point. "We like to go and watch. I am always fully dressed, we have never partaken in the wilder stuff, but it is really sexy to go watch. I have never taken even my top off in there, and have never been pressured to. Most people don't, but you drink and eat, dance and visit, like here, only there is usually something pretty sexy happening in the background. Then we go home, together, alone. It makes for some really hot sex when you get home."

"Are you ready to go?" Michael asked Kate.

"Yeah I'm ready." Then she turned back to me, "Seriously, anytime you want to come, let me know. You can be our guests, sit with us."

"Thanks for thinking of me, but no. You two have fun." I said.

"Oh, we will," she smiled broadly as they walked away.

"What was all that about?" Caleb asked me. I could tell he hadn't heard everything. It was too loud in here to hear easily, but he had obviously heard some of it.

"They aren't going home. They leave here about midnight and head to another club. An after hours swinger's club. She was telling me about it. We were invited."

"Oh really?" He asked. "Have you ever been?"

"No, but they do offer to take me sometimes, just in passing, never pushy. Actually, that was the most they have ever said about it. Have you ever been to a club like that?"

"No, but I know there is one close to here. I've seen it while patrolling. If you didn't know what it was, you would never suspect. I've never been inside though. They don't usually have any problems, I don't think the police have ever been called there, unlike most of the bars nearby. I think it is a private club, member's only. As cops, we would only go if someone called, it is private property like a house."

"Actually, I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall in there one day, just for curiosity's sake, but I don't think I could just walk in. Seems embarrassing."

"True, come on, let's dance."

We left around one, and went back to Caleb's. It was my second time to spend the night, but the first time to sleep in his bed.

CHAPTER 11
PARK RANGER

Saturday morning arrived with sunlight streaming through Caleb's bedroom window. Or I should say, through Caleb's french doors. His bedroom was upstairs and instead of a window, he had a set of french doors that opened out to a patio above the downstairs porch. His bed was so large, and so comfortable, that I was loathe to leave it. Once we dragged ourselves out of the warm blankets, we merely moved a few feet to the balcony.

We sipped our coffee out there, above it all, and watched the deer make trails through his yard again. I could see the trampoline in the distance, and smiled at the memory.

"Penny for your thoughts," Caleb had caught my smile.

"Who still says that?"

"Me, I guess. At least this morning."

"I was looking at our trampoline."

"Care to go for a jump? Or a roll?" He asked.

"Oh no, not after last night. You wore me out. Coffee. What I need now is more of this coffee." I took another warm sip. "Oh, yeah. That's the stuff."

"Anything particular you want to do today? The Peach festival is this weekend, or we could have another movie day. Whatever you want."

"You pick. Coming over here is like a mini-vacation. The whole outside world disappears when I step into your world. I don't answer my phone, I don't wake up in my bed, I don't have to make any major decisions. I am embracing that. So, your world, you pick."

"OK," he said. "In that case, let's stay here. I'll make breakfast, omelets this time. We can watch movies all day, and, I know... Let's go back to the marina tonight for dinner. It is supposed to be a beautiful night. Music, food, sitting outside. I'll invite you to my bed again tonight, and we can do the Peach Festival on Sunday. How does that sound?"

"Delightful. Are you not sick of me yet? Longing for a weekend alone? Peace and quiet?"

"I had my fill of peace and quiet before you came along. Plus, I am here alone all week. The weekends are for us. For playing, for blowing off steam, for... as you said, our own little world. Fun. I like fun, and you are a lot of fun."

"Well I guess that is settled. Are your omelets as good as your french toast?"

"Even better."

He was right, he did make a hell of an omelet. It had everything I loved, sautéed onions, mushrooms, and cheese. Lots and lots of cheese. As I watched him work I popped myself up on his counter. I sat there, my legs swinging like a little kid's, far enough away to be out of the way, but close enough for the kisses he kept stopping by for whenever he was waiting for something to cook. During one such break, he stood in front of me. My swinging legs stilled for a minute and wrapped around him teasingly instead, I said "I could help, you know."