Absolutely worth the wait, I think as she steps into view. The blue dress looks almost electric in the flashing lights of the dance floor, not that it would need much help.
The dress is practically painted onto her curves, revealing far more skin than last Friday. Her hair is a sculpture of curls, worn up to reveal her slender neck and rounded, feminine shoulders. Overloaded into the cups of her mini-dress, Kat's breasts look even bigger than I remember, bulging upwards, outwards - heck, in all directions! Sequins along the top sparkle and beam with every bounce of her massive chest. Her waist tapers inward dramatically from her wide, ponderous breasts, trim and athletic. From there, her hips flare out in a similarly ridiculous manner. As she turns to give the waitress (a lot!) of money, I don't miss the chance to check out her thick, voluptuous ass. Someone's been doing their squats I muse, a bit tipsily.
Before I can ogle any more, Kat grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor, propelled by her long, sculptured legs. She turns to face me, her breasts missing knocking me over by milimeters. With her heels, she's slightly taller than me. Wow...second puberty indeed! I think, as I awkwardly bounce from right to left, half a beat behind the music.
Kat, however, is a sight to behold. She moves from foot to foot with grace, even on her high heels. Her shoulders roll and shimmy, sending her breasts wobbling and undulating perfectly with the beat of the music. One second she's far away, the next, grinding all over me, rubbing her luscious body against mine.