Chapter 2

“Wear something decent for supper, please. This is a high-class vacation place, not McDonald’s,” Abby asked.

“No T-shirt and cut-offs?” He joked.

“A nice polo shirt and your button-up lounger shorts would be better. I might want to feel some cock while we eat,” she hinted. “Which dress would you like me to wear, one with a low neckline and short hem or one very low cut and super short?”

Abby held up both dresses, and he only smiled. “Why did I even bother to ask you, typical male?” She grinned, rolling her eyes.

“Typical husband, I’d say. I’m proud of you, Abby, and like men seeing what is mine to love.”

Abby slipped her dress on over her head and pulled it down into place. The front was cut well below the breast line, where her bra would be. The hem was her shortest, only inches from revealing her bare pussy and small ass.

She smiled at Brad and asked, “How do I look?”

“Good enough to eat.”

“That’s the plan,” she said, raising the hem the few inches needed to show him her bald pussy. A little sprig of perfume between her breasts and legs, and she was ready.

They walked hand in hand to the main dining room and sat, waiting for a table.

“Bonsoir, Madame et Monsieur. Vous êtes les invités du Lodge?”

“Good evening, ma’am and sir. Are you guests of the lodge?” The young woman asked.

“Yes, we are guests of the lodge. Would it be possible to have a small booth?” She asked.

“I will see what I can do for you.” She smiled, admiring Abby’s deep cleavage.

Abby crossed her slender legs and smiled at Brad as he admired their shape. “I love you,” she said, leaning to kiss his cheek.

“I love you too,” he replied with the same kiss. As they held hands, her left one rested on her knee, proud of her wedding rings sparkling in the overhead lights.

“Your table is ready,” the woman told them. Abby uncrossed her legs, giving the woman a brief second of time to look at her bare pussy.

All eyes were on Abby, her slender figure draped in her sensual-looking dress.

“Here is your table. Your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy your stay with us.” Abby shuffled sideways on the seat, with Brad sitting on her left, immediately admiring her deep cleavage. She smiled at him, two fingertips pulling out on the material to show him her right nipple. Abby wasn’t a young woman taught to be modest and pull on the hem of her dress when she sat. Her pose relaxed, and her pussy was inches away from viewing.

Brad looked skyward, amazed at the intricate structure of the logs. A huge, lighted chandelier hung from the tall ceiling just in front of the floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. Most of the tables were occupied with servers going to and from the kitchen.

Moments later, a teenage-looking brunette wearing a white blouse and black mini skirt approached them. “Good evening, I’m Monique, your server for this evening’s meal,” she smiled, placing menus in front of them.

Brad and Abby noticed her nametag sat just above a well-developed right breast.

“If you want to order anything from the bar, I’ll have to ask for ID.”

“I’ll save you the trouble; we’re both underage; we’ll be eighteen in September and October,” Brad mentioned.