"Is it OK? That's a pretty big understatement, if I ever heard one..." mused Richard, enjoying the sensual hug and rub Nikki was gifting him with. He felt far, far more than just OK. Her wonderfully taut curves were caressing his legs and his crotch in a very provocative way, and his body was, well, reacting. Being honest with himself, usually he had to struggle to get really turned on when he had too much to drink - and three generous bourbons were definitely too much - but that woman must have some kind of magic in her, because he was feeling simply ablaze with desire. He kept her tight, following the sway of her hips and loving every single second of it, mentally thanking the band on stage for the music: it was simply perfect, slow and smooth and intriguing... Well, she was going to feel how much OK he was, but that was inevitable and besides<em>she</em>was the one responsible for turning him on so much, not some random event, nor the will of fate!<br/><br/>Her neck was so damn tempting. Her skin looked so soft, so smooth, her scent was inebriating.<em>To hell and back!</em>he thought to himself in a fraction of a moment<em>She told that her husband's a wonderfully good and understanding man, so he's going to understand, and if he wants to beat me up, well first of all he'd be damn right, second, it will be worth it anyway.</em>He noticed that his mouth was brushing her neck again before his train of thought was over. But this time, he didn't stop. He actually kissed her neck, in the hottest spot his lips could find, right over her beautiful shoulder.