"Hit up the bar?"

"What do you say we hit up the bar?" Mandy finally asked.

"Sounds good to me," I answered. "I've been wanting to try that one drink they have there."

You'll never guess who we ran into at the bar.

"Wearing a lot more clothing than the last time we saw you," Mia said as we entered the bar area.

"Oh, yea, sorry," Mandy joked. "They won't let me be naked in here."

"You look gorgeous," Glenn complimented. He was right. Mandy was wearing a black dress that was tighter than she usually wore. It hugged all her curves and clung especially nice to her braless breasts. The plunging neckline showed off considerable cleavage.

"Calm down you horny dog," Mia said, nudging Glenn. "He is right though. You look gorgeous."

"So what brings you too here tonight?" I asked.

"We've been here every night," Mia answered. "We like the drinks... and the bartender." Mia eyed up the bartender - tall, dark, and handsome - who smiled back.

"What can I get for you?" he asked.

"See? He's always on top of it."

"I just figured you guys would be somewhere a little more lively," I said.

"I told Mandy this already, I am the party!" We all laughed and clinked our glasses together, saluting the fun times we've had together and the fun times we'll have over the next few days. Mia and Glenn left after they finished their drink but Mandy was still nursing hers very slowly so I decided to order another.

"Howdy neighbors." It was Dora. She and Manny strolled up to the bar and took the seats that Mia and Glenn had just vacated.

"Fancy seeing you here," Manny greeted.

"Hey, guys," I answered. I watched Mandy to see her reaction. She had kept it cool earlier. I think she'd finally gotten over the awkwardness.

"Hey," Mandy added. "We were just having one last drink before we head back."

"Well don't drink too fast," Dora said. She looked unbelievable. A thin, dark blue cocktail dress clung tightly to her curvy body. Her large, brown nipples poked right through the thin material. The dress was very low cut, showing off an incredible amount of her large, round breasts which hung perfectly on their own, unsupported by a bra. A long slit ran up the thigh, high enough that it was clear she wasn't wearing any panties. Manny's hands rested on her hips and I couldn't help but notice how her ass looked in the dress. It was thick and plump, filling up the seat.

Manny ordered some drinks then Dora suddenly started dancing.

"I love this song!" she exclaimed as she began swaying her hips. I was in a near trance, fixated on her gyrating body, her swinging breasts, her swaying ass, and her thunderous thighs.

"If you think that's wild," Manny said. "Wait until she has another drink." I nearly choked on my rum and coke.

"Dance with me," Dora said, reaching for Manny.

"You know I hate dancing," Manny replied. He shooed her hand away. Dora pouted up her deep red lips in response. I couldn't even imagine turning that down. Luckily enough, or maybe unlucky, I got the opportunity to. Dora turned her pouty expression and outreached hands to me.

"Scott loves dancing!" Mandy said, practically shoving me toward Dora. I hopped up from the chair as smoothly as I could and took her hands in mind.

Dora shimmied and swayed, turned and twisted, grooved and bent, all while I tried my best to shuffle my feet to the rhythm. Mandy and Manny hooted and hollered as she spun around and backed that thick booty into my groin. I bit my lip as she grinded along my crotch, seemingly abandoning any semblance of dancing save for the rhythm she carried. Meanwhile my legs were wobbling weak, trying desperately to just stand up straight. Her dress began inching up from the friction until the underside of her cheeks were exposed, pressing firmly against the bulging denim of my crotch. Her ass molded around the growing protrusion.

Then the music stopped.

I was sweating lightly, less from the light movement and more from the intense arousal that came with such a sexy woman grinding and gyrating all over me. I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead as Dora shot me a sexy look. She slyly slipped her dress back down, covering her ass, and smoothing it out. She ran a finger up my chest, then turned and returned to the bar where Manny was waiting. He kissed her passionately.

I looked at Mandy, who had a smirk on her face. She had watched the entire thing. And seemingly enjoyed it. A lot.

"Can I get you guys another round?" The bartender asked.

"I think I'm good," Mandy answered.

"Oh, come on," Manny protested. "One more. On us!"

"Ok, one more!" Mandy replied. We spent the next half hour or so sipping on our drinks and actually getting to know each other. Manny was a sales rep and Dora worked in real estate. They had been dating for seven years. They met through a mutual friend who worked for the government and lived in Australia. Dora was able to convince Manny to come live in the States.

"I'd move to Antarctica if it meant being with Dora," Manny said in his thick Aussie accent.

"Would you like another?" the bartender asked.

"Yes, he does," Dora answered for me. I laughed.

"No, I'm good," I said. "I'm assuming you're done after that one?" I asked Mandy, pointing to her drink that had a few sips left.

"Yea, I definitely don't need to drink any more," Mandy replied.

"Well, you could always stay," Dora said. "Manny could walk Mandy home. You're just finishing up your drink, aren't you honey?"

Manny chugged the last few sips of his beer and slammed his glass down onto the bar. "All done."

I looked at Mandy. She was staring directly at Manny with a very seductive smirk. I followed her gaze to find a cheeky grin spread wide across his lips. I turned to see Dora, waiting impatiently, expectantly for my verdict. Finally, I looked back to Mandy.