"Kinky in Key West Part 1"....enjoy ;) Jumping ahead to bei..

"Kinky in Key West Part 1"....enjoy ;)

Jumping ahead to being a mid-twenties newlywed. This photo was taken on a later date at the scene of the crime ;) I had no idea the night before was going to happen the way it did, so I didn’t think to capture something from it that exact night. Read on for Part 1 of “Kinky in Key West”…

"Would you like another drink?"

My husband points to my beer can, the universal signal for 'another?" when words are drowned out by blaring music and loud ambient crowd noise. I swirl the can around a little, checking for how much is left.

"Sure! But I'll just split one with you." I'm pretty good at knowing how to pace myself. I'm feeling great right now, and there's no need to push it.

"Ok, sounds good. I'll be right back." My husband turns and starts walking across the dance floor, passing by a group of 3 skinny, nerdy guys in their underwear that are dancing around a petite girl whom I've watched strip down to nothing but her skirt, piece by piece over the course of the last half-hour. They remind me of the cast of The Big Bang Theory. Sheldon, Leonard and Howard seem to be having the time of their lives, daydreaming of one day climbing out of the "friend zone" and into their very own “big bang”. Sadly, there is no hope. You can just tell. Those hipster glasses aren't exactly charming the skirt off of Penny...even though they did seem to work on the shirt.

I glance around at the strange, but interesting crowd that lines the perimeter of the rooftop bar. Some look confused, and have clearly stumbled their way up here, unbeknownst to what this place is all about, but unable to look away or leave. Regardless, most of them have a shit-eating grin on their face, and resemble a house cat staring out the window at a crowded bird feeder. Some sit silently on benches lined up between trees that block the view of the rooftop for passersby along the sidewalk below. A DJ booth looms over the dance floor on the opposite end of the roof from me, poised up on a stage, lit up like a blue Christmas tree, and doing well with its job of making sure conversation isn't easy to hold with others. Here, you either dance, or you sit and watch people dance. Get involved, or become wallpaper with eyes. Either option is insanely fun to do here. There's also one more option here; wear that pseudo-expensive new shirt you bought at the boutique down the street yesterday to go "clubbing" in on Saturday night, or free yourself and lose it. And your pants. And your bra. And your underwear. Nakedness is accepted and encouraged.

This is the way of the Garden of Eden.

I turn to my left, and our temporary new friends from Maryland, Vivian and Clint, are a couple more drinks in than the last time I checked, and their dancing is showing it. Vivian steps over to me, with a big smile on her face.

"You guys gonna go out there?" as she gestures to the debauchery going on out on the dance floor.

"Oh, definitely! We'll get there...he's just getting us another drink first!" I speak confidently, trying to hide my nerves at the thought.

Her smile widens, "Ok, good! We were just waiting for someone to lead the way!"

They seem really sweet. I can tell they're new to this kind of scene, like I kind of am, and just want someone to show them the ropes and help them break the ice. I want us to be those people for them. Why? Because that’s what I need. I need something to embolden me. Kind of like how I hate spiders, but if someone else is freaking out about one, I’ll step in to take care of it for them. The courage comes because someone else needs me to have it. Plus, it looks like fun out there….thrilling even. I guess I’ll just hang back for now, watch the show, and then meander my way in after things start getting a little crazier. I have, however, made it as far as losing my lacy see-thru top and am left in just my bandeau bra top. Not very risky, but it's a start.

I look across to the bar, and I see my husband still over there, leaning on the bar with his elbows and seemingly in conversation with some guy. I take a minute to admire my sexy husband, who stands out like a Calvin Klein model in the middle of the middle-aged, kind of rough-around-the-edges crowd that surrounds him. That ass, though. I love his ass so much, and the way his pants tighten around it when he bends over, or when he has his foot propped up on the rung of a bar stool, both of which he is doing right now. Damn. Everything happening here is making me crazy horny.

I turn to Vivian, "I'm going to go check on my husband real quick. I could use that drink. I'll be right back."

I'm not sure if she could actually hear me, but I think my bar-fly sign language of pointing for "go" and tipping an invisible cup to my mouth for "drink" did the trick, as she nodded back at me and two-stepped her way back to her boyfriend.

I saunter over to the bar and wrap my arms around my husband from behind, kissing his back between his shoulder blades. "Hey, you..." he counters, while turning and wrapping his right arm around me, pulling me in for a kiss. "Here ya go." He hands me the drink he came over for - a vodka soda. "Hey, this is Dave." He turns me to greet the guy he's been talking to. "We've been chatting for a little bit. He and his wife are from Maryland."

To be continued.....