It was a lovely spring night, but it was a little warm inside. Jennie Finch was having a great time dancing with her boyfriend Pete. Like Jennie, Pete was an athlete, a really rugged guy. And he looked really good in the suit he was wearing.

Jennie wore a long, silky, strapless green gown that showed just a little bit of her ample cleavage. She felt particularly elegant in that dress. Her blonde hair fell down her back.

Pete grabbed her by the hand and they rushed to the middle of the floor. It was a slow dance. Jennie moved in close to Pete, being sure to rub against him.

“Dip me,” she whispered, kissing him. Pete dipped her so low that she thought her boobs might pop out of her gown. She smiled. A little later, she thought.

The song ended. “I think it might be a good time to leave,” Jennie said. Pete nodded.

They hurried outside into the cool evening. Jennie was holding onto Pete tightly. She wrapped herself around him and kissed him.

In short order, their car arrived. Pete helped Jennie into the back and slid in next to her. She sat with her leg against his. Pete casually put his hand on Jennie’s thigh. She reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. He looked at her and smiled.