I sat with my man on the sofa waiting for Belinda to arrive. I'd selected my little black dress to go with the stockings and heels. It barely held in my boobs as the bra pushed my cleavage together to show my tits to the maximum. As I sat down the dress was only just long enough to cover my stocking tops. My nails were painted black with the exception of my thumbnails which were red. I'd gone for thick black eyeliner with green eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. The bulge in my husband's jeans told me he liked the way I looked.
My man got up to answer the knock at the door and I heard him going through the formalities of greeting my friend. I stood up and hugged her as she burst into the living room and instantly filled it with her noisy presence.
Belinda had put in some weight over the years but it hadn't prevented her from squeezing into the skimpiest of skirts. She wore thigh length black leather boots with a silver stiletto, a white micro skirt and a red crop top. She still had beautiful long blonde hair falling down her back in tight ringlets. I admired her confidence to wear such an outfit and I kind of understood why she attracted male attention although she was a bit on the large side!
My guy took her overnight bag upstairs and we had a glass of wine as we waited for our taxi. "It's been nearly a week since I was fucked!" We both burst into fits of laughter - typical Belinda, straight out with It!
We were still giggling as we got into the back of the taxi. "Look at you, you look amazing" said my friend, "I bet you get chatted up before me!" We laughed again, "Let's see shall we?" I replied.
The taxi dropped us off in the middle of town and we went into a lively bar which was already busy. The queue to get a drink was three or four deep and we were behind two very young looking lads. Belinda whispered in my ear that we weren't going to have to buy many drinks tonight and I looked at her quizzically.
She tapped one of the boys on the shoulder and he turned around. He looked about 18, young enough for us to be his grandma! "You've got a choice," she said, "You can either buy your own drinks and move on or get a drink for me and my friend here and see what happens next."
The boys voice had a nervous quiver to it as he said, "What can I get you both?"