Eight years ago, myself and the lady went on holiday to the US, visiting a friend of her's from university. By coincidence, in the friend's home state (Florida), a totally unconnected friend of mine from college, Paul, also lived. We convinced her friend (and a few of her friends) to come on a road trip to visit my friend (he lived in Miami). There were six of us (four girls, two guys) and we rented a big hotel suite, which I think had three beds. We weren't crazy enough (I'm afraid) to even get your hopes up about any group action. Certainly, I expected it to be a night of nothing.
So, we met up with Paul and he took us out to a bar he liked. As were arrived at the place, we looked up and saw a sign which read, amongst other acts "Wednesday night: Bikini Contest". Paul and I looked at each other. "It's Wednesday!" we both said, in unison. :-)
In we went and had a great night. They were selling some Vodka cocktail cheap and my lady took a liking to it. Also, Paul was single so she took it upon herself to walk him around the club, checking out ladies. We also got to watch the bikini contest, up on the stage! I joked with my lady that I'd love to see her take part. She replied "If only I'd known I'd have worn mine under this dress!" She was equally joking though, I'm sure she'd never have done anything like that with friends around.
Anyway, she quickly enough had a bit too much Vodka cocktail and it became obvious to us all that she'd have to leave early. None of the rest of the crew who came with us wanted to go though (I think it was around 1 a.m.) so they stayed put. Paul, on the other hand, didn't really know them so he said he'd help us back to our hotel and then go home.
We got back to the room, literally carrying my lady between us. I presumed we'd be throwing her on the bed but, as soon as we entered the room, she got a burst of energy and jumped away from us and into the bathroom. We quickly heard why, as the unmistakeable sound of someone getting sick could be heard.
Paul and I sat on opposite beds and just chatted away, laughing along to herself being unwell. After a few minutes, the sick noises ended and we heard her brushing her teeth.
Next thing we both knew, the door of the bathroom opened and in she strode, wearing nothing but the tiny thong panties she'd worn that night! Dress and bra had vanished!
If I was surprised, Paul was shocked! I looked at him and he was doing this comedy head spinning thing, looking at me, looking at her, repeatedly.
She didn't realise the effect she was having at all and, in a drunken haze, walked between us (!) and climbed into the bed I was sitting on and mumbled "Goodnight"
Neither of us knew what to say then so Paul just said "Right, I better be going" and left.
Look below to see what he got to see (without the tights). It's a photo from around the same time.
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