**An old idea.. resurfacing again. Lets see where it goes this time!**
Sara had no idea why she'd allowed herself to be talked into this tonight. Sure.. she needed a night out. Yes, it had been a long time since she'd done anything more wild than a children's birthday party that ran past 8pm, but that was her life now. Two kids. Single Parent.
Wild and Crazy just didn't factor in anymore.
But her best friend had talked her into it. Had gone as far as taken her shopping to find the perfect 'party night' outfit. Right down to the new lingere she was wearing. Sara had thought the whole idea was ridiculous. No one was going to see it. But her friend had insisted. If you dressed in 'mom panties' thats all you'd ever be. Dress the Vixen, BE the Vixen.
Not that Sara had anything against the Cloud blue lace ensemble. It certainly did make her feel more like a woman than what she usually wore. The bustier lifting in all the right spots, encouraging her breasts to create an impressive cleavage. The outfit they'd put together, was sexier than she was used to. But then again, what she was used to was sweats and a tshirt. But not tonight. A low cut black skirt, to reveal her long legs clad in knee high boots, a scooped neck top that accentuated her bustline, and complimented her dark blue eyes, radiating against her red hair which was left free to fall around her shoulders in loose curls. Sara had to admit even to herself she looked pretty good.
But here. Here is where she drew the line. Club Bed. Aptly named for the plush beds and pillows instead of tables. Couples snuggled up, or talking to get to know one another. The champagne was flowing, and a few of the beds had gotten more intimate than Sara had been expecting of a private place. And now of course, she'd been left here alone, since her friend had - rather predictably - dissappeared off to one of the more private rooms with a handsome specimen, leaving her awkard, and alone with already more than enough champagne and strawberries to cancel out her more level headed inhibitions.
She should just call a cab, and call it a night. And she would.. after one more glass of that champagne. Damn it she was out for a night that didn't involve Barney. She'd make the most of it, if she could.
((So.. perhaps you can encourage her to see what 'Bed' has to offer....))
Sara had no idea why she'd allowed herself to be talked into this tonight. Sure.. she needed a night out. Yes, it had been a long time since she'd done anything more wild than a children's birthday party that ran past 8pm, but that was her life now. Two kids. Single Parent.
Wild and Crazy just didn't factor in anymore.
But her best friend had talked her into it. Had gone as far as taken her shopping to find the perfect 'party night' outfit. Right down to the new lingere she was wearing. Sara had thought the whole idea was ridiculous. No one was going to see it. But her friend had insisted. If you dressed in 'mom panties' thats all you'd ever be. Dress the Vixen, BE the Vixen.
Not that Sara had anything against the Cloud blue lace ensemble. It certainly did make her feel more like a woman than what she usually wore. The bustier lifting in all the right spots, encouraging her breasts to create an impressive cleavage. The outfit they'd put together, was sexier than she was used to. But then again, what she was used to was sweats and a tshirt. But not tonight. A low cut black skirt, to reveal her long legs clad in knee high boots, a scooped neck top that accentuated her bustline, and complimented her dark blue eyes, radiating against her red hair which was left free to fall around her shoulders in loose curls. Sara had to admit even to herself she looked pretty good.
But here. Here is where she drew the line. Club Bed. Aptly named for the plush beds and pillows instead of tables. Couples snuggled up, or talking to get to know one another. The champagne was flowing, and a few of the beds had gotten more intimate than Sara had been expecting of a private place. And now of course, she'd been left here alone, since her friend had - rather predictably - dissappeared off to one of the more private rooms with a handsome specimen, leaving her awkard, and alone with already more than enough champagne and strawberries to cancel out her more level headed inhibitions.
She should just call a cab, and call it a night. And she would.. after one more glass of that champagne. Damn it she was out for a night that didn't involve Barney. She'd make the most of it, if she could.
((So.. perhaps you can encourage her to see what 'Bed' has to offer....))