Chapter 1

One night a number of years ago I was out at a local club where I had become friends with most of the staff. The head bouncer and I had known each other long before he got the job and on slow nights I would spend time either talking with him by the door or by the DJ booth swapping stories and laughing with the DJ. The DJ’s wife was one of the waitresses and I had conveniently “gotten in the way” of an obnoxious drunk or two who had been trying to grab her or one of the other young ladies on staff until my buddy got there to throw them out. All in all a friendly staff and a nice place to hang out.

Another regular was the manager’s ex-wife, Kim. They divorced after 6 years and a couple of kids, but were still friends. They were better apart than together. Kim wasn’t exactly my type being the kind of woman who seemed to giggle constantly and it just never seemed comfortable hitting on her while being on good terms with and in front of the manager, her ex. This particular night the giggles weren’t bothering me and she had brought a girlfriend with her that she had gone to college with. They were sitting on stools by the end of the horseshoe shaped bar and her friend was new meat for the guy’s and the two of them were being swarmed by half a dozen or so trying for attention. Both were wearing mini skirts and rather full figure women with some very nice curves and delicious looking thighs in silky nylons. Kim was wearing a white sating blouse that showed her cleavage nicely. Her friend Lenora had a haircut like Cleopatra and exquisite make-up, wearing a royal blue long sleeve lace blouse that showed hints of her matching lace bra. A golden necklace hind down into her ample cleavage drawing eyes to the focal point she wanted to advertise.

Every so often when it looked like one of them needed a break I would pass by and ask them to dance and leave the idiots gawking. I couldn’t figure out why they never just asked either one of the ladies to dance, both were eager to burn off some of the week on the dance floor and accepted a request readily. We would make rude comments about them during slow dances and have fun during the fast songs. At some point after returning from the floor I thanked Lenora for the dance in front of the swarm by kissing her hand.

Kim saw this and immediately thrust her hand out for me to kiss exclaiming, “Oo! Oo! Me, too!” I laughed and raised her hand to my lips and kissed the end of her fingers softly. “Of course, malady!” Lenora laughed and made a comment about Kim butting I and sticking her nose or, in this case, hand into trouble.

A mischievous thought occurred to me and I leaned forward to whisper into Kim’s ear. “Do you know where kissing a woman’s hand came from?” She shook her head no with a giggle and her eyes sparkling from just enough wine to reduce her inhibitions. “Ah, them I must tell you! It all started with Queens and royalty centuries ago. At first her subjects were to kneel before the Queen or Empress and prove that they were ready to do her bidding by kissing her feet. As dresses became more elaborate that became impossible so kissing the hand was substituted instead.”

Kim was listening intensely and I started to make things up as I went. “Of course, at court there were always men vying for attention of her majesty, some thinking that becoming her lover might help their careers or quest for influence at court.” Kim licked her lips and took a large sip of wine. She was enjoying the story. “Since kissing the hand was a substitute for kissing her feet some began kissing the fingers toward the middle. Now if you think about it, this was suggestive of kissing about her knees. Truly an erotic idea!” Kim squirmed the slightest bit and let loose a nervous giggle.

“Since all this was pretty well hidden from view of prying eyes by the lighting and the fancy clothes of the time with lace around her wrists and such. Her suitors could take things as far as she let them.” I raised her hand to my lips again and kissed her on the first knuckle and again she giggled, definitely enthralled. Then I kissed it at the base of her fingers and lightly touched my tongue to the juncture between her fingers. She sucked in a surprised breath and gulped more wine. Lenora heard and looked over sharply wondering what I was telling Kim, knowing something was definitely interesting.