Kate says... Friday dragged by, especially as I worked through lunch in order to leave early. I could hardly believe how generous everyone had been and probably owed quite a few favours. As Kirsty and I were the only girls going, she suggested we get changed at hers. I arrived with a bottle of wine to get the evening off to a good start though Kirsty was one step ahead, with a bottle already chilling on my arrival. So we put mine in the fridge for later and made a toast to enjoying yourselves and having loads of fun. "You know Kate," observed Kirsty with an awkward smile. "I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before."
I returned the smile and assured her that there were millions of girls around just like me. A sigh met my words. "Well, none I've met," she mused.
"So, do you meet many girls when you're out and about then?" I enquired, fishing for information.
She blushed but said nothing.
"Look, I'd better be getting showered," I pointed out, glancing at the clock and necking the wine.
"Um Kate," she mouthed. "Don't lock the door. I've, um, some fresh towels to drop in."
The steaming shower felt wonderful on a body that had been ravaged by the elements all week and chilled by the glass of wine, imparting an immediate rosy glow. Lines of soapy gel caressed my skin as it descended, licking at my breasts and swirling at my feet as the week's fatigue was washed away.
Through the glass, thick with condensation, I watched the door open and Kirsty creep in tentatively. Turning off the flow, I brushed the excess water off the edges of my breasts and squeezed the ends of my hair before surprising Kirsty by retracting the shower door and stepping out to stand naked before her. I could see the lump in her throat and hear her breath quicken. Conquering her reticence she stood her ground, allowing herself a long lingering look at my naked body, feasting on my pert tits and trim blonde bush. Turning away from her I said: "Put the towel around me please."
She took a step forward and wrapped the soft towel around my shoulders, rubbing them. "Mmm, that feels nice," I gushed, turning to face her.
We stood level, appraising one another. As we moved in closer, it was my neck that craned, head twisting to avoid a clash of noses. "Oh Kate..." she began before the words were muffled in my lips.
The towel slipped off to pool at my feet and I brought her to my wet body. Reaching around, we stroked one another's necks as our lips made little popping sounds upon contact. Drawing back, the huge grin on my face was mirrored on hers. "I've wanted to do that all week," she admitted.
"Me too," I concurred, gazing at her t-shirt that was all damp from my body and sticking to her braless breasts.
With that we pushed our faces together once more, mouths parting this time to allow two eager tongues to rove eagerly. Kirsty's heart was pounding into my breast, muted only by her heavy breathing. Pulling away again, she lifted her arms and allowed me to remove the t-shirt as she tugged down her shorts till both of us stood naked. I absolutely adored her tits, a generous c-cup with massive swollen purple areolae and blunt nipples. Taking my hand I let her lead me off to the bedroom.
A new kind of experience for me: at the age of 22 I'd been with older women with more experience and younger girls with less experience but never an older woman with less experience. As we lay down on our sides on the bed, facing each other and supported by an elbow, breathily Kirsty admitted that this was her first time. She'd fantasised about women but had never taken it any further. I reached out to stroke her hair, gaining assurance that she wanted to continue. She nodded enthusiastically.
My body still a little damp from the shower, our flesh glided as I craned, angling my lips to her nipples. She gasped as my tongue snaked out to graze the edge before running it around the erect teat. Lifting her fulsome breast to my lips, I sucked purposefully. She moaned lightly, fingers raking the duvet cover. Shifting onto her back, she gazed in wonder at the ceiling as I towered over her. Knees raised, but quaintly pushed together, I stroked her outer calves. Caressing upwards, I reached the kneecaps and parted her legs, stroking an inner thigh as she let them part, eyes clenched tight.
Taking a moment to admire her lovely-looking pussy, all brunette curls and plump lips, I resisted the temptation to touch her there, palm moving to the area of flesh beneath her navel. This continued for a minute or two as she purred contentedly. Nearer and near I moved my fingers until finally I was stroking the boundaries of the pubic hair. And then, when she thought she might explode, I went for it.
So intense was the foreplay and so full of anticipation was Kirsty that it needed the merest touch, the dip of a fingertip, to make her writhe and, dare I say, cum hard. And I hadn't even got near to her clit yet. Removing the juice-stained digit, I tasted Kirsty's pussy on it. It was divine, musky yet with a sweet palate all of its own. I couldn't wait to lick that gorgeous crack and feast upon her hidden delights.
Yet, conscious of time, I kissed her and made a heartfelt promise: if we didn't pull any decent guys at the party we could always play with one another. Kirsty loved that idea, a win-win situation if ever there was one. Hurrying her off to shower, I was tempted to join her, stopped only by the thought of getting all wrinkly. Well we couldn't have that, could we?
Instead I had a little lie-down on Kirsty's bed before rising to dress. As she came in, all sweet-smelling and damp, her eyes very nearly popped out. "Oh my God Kate, you are NOT going to wear that!"
Okay, let me describe that particular top. Silver and see-through polyester, it comprised horizontal bands in a chain-mail effect, every other band a see-through one. As it stretched over my breasts, lines of flesh were unveiled like a blind on a window. Tantalisingly it stopped short, just above the navel. The skirt I'd chosen to accompany it was equally revealing, micro of course in powder blue. "You don't like?" I enquired with a little girl pout.
"Oh I do, I do, but in THAT you can't fail to pull," she replied with a frown, remembering my promise from earlier. "God, Kate, you are soooooooo going to put me in the shade tonight."
I had to admit that the white and orange blouse with flared sleeves she'd chosen for the occasion did look a little staid in comparison. Reading my mind, she discarded the top and searched feverishly in the wardrobe for something that was, dare I say it, a little sluttier. I moved in closer to help, our hips brushing. "I haven't worn anything that end of the rail for years," she dismissed.
"Maybe that's what you need then," I countered, removing a basque-type top in red and black that looked straight out of Moulin Rouge.
"I cannot wear that!" she protested. "God knows what I was thinking when I bought it..."
"Be a devil," I prompted, "You'll look gorgeous, I promise."
"Kate no, I can't..."
"Okay," I agreed. "But, just for me, show me what it looks like on you."
With a little further cajoling, she consented. Wow, it was tight, yet it displayed her curves superbly as her breasts lifted and pushed together to form the cleavage of all cleavages. "Oh, you simply must wear it tonight," I gushed.
"Kate, no," she argued, making to undo it.
"Damn Kirsty, have you seen the time...?"
Outside a horn sounded. Looking at Kirsty and seeing my own reflection, I didn't for one minute imagine it would be the last horn of the evening. Was I feeling horny or what? "Quick, the minibus is here," I squealed. "No time to dither or they'll go without us."
You should have seen their expressions as we boarded the minibus, fourteen pairs of lustful eyes mentally undressing us, if that were necessary. As I passed Mark and took the seat behind, I gave him an extra special smile.
Mark says... I was hoping for a good fun night, playing the field as only a single man can, perhaps picking up a few phone numbers along the way and maybe even a couple of slow dances at the end. I might even have tried to bed any half-decent girl showed a passing interest or was drunk enough not to care. But all that changed when Kate climbed aboard the coach. I was absolutely smitten and all else paled into insignificance.
Glancing around the seat as the journey started, I complimented Kate and Kirsty on how gorgeous they looked. It wasn't just my being magnanimous or trying to make it less obvious how much I fancied Kate, Kirsty genuinely looked stunning too. They thanked me and said that I looked smart too – liars! The three of us flirted innocently throughout the journey though with thirteen other men on the coach, I knew my work would be cut out.
Upon arriving at Coxbourne Country Club, we hung our coats and jackets in the cloakroom, all eyes understandably on Kate. As she moved, the top was prone to revealing flashes of breast. Yet she seemed to bask in the attention, no hint of self-consciousness and comfortable with her body. At the same time, however, she wasn't in the least bit unapproachable as so many stunning girls can be.
A free bar – well for $50 you'd expect nothing less – I organised a round as the others took their seats for dinner. Last to arrive at the table, I found myself as far away from Kate as was possible. Whilst I could have exercised my seniority to turf Jason out of his seat, I figured there'd be time enough with Kate. The night was young and I could hardly blame anyone for trying it on with the beautiful and vivacious temp.
The meal was top quality, as we'd come to expect over the years, padded out with small talk, cracker pulling and joke telling as the wine flowed. At the end, the youngsters, including Kate, did a round of shots, whilst the rest of us, the oldies, enjoyed a more traditional brandy. The DJ arrived and, as the tables were moved to the sides, little groups started forming in pockets of conversation.
A few more rounds of drink and the first of the girls – the nurses – took to the dancefloor, as the guys ran the rule over from the wings. A typical Christmas party, spirits were high on the promise of what was to come. Soon the hairdressers were up too, and the party got into full swing with some seasonal favourites, Wham, Slade, Shakin' Stevens and all.
An hour later and, with no sign of Kate, I carried out a circuit of the venue without success. Cursing my procrastination, I imagined that some other lucky guy would by now be monopolising her.
As another hour passed without any sign, and I was beginning to get drunk on Apple flavoured Hooch, I had almost put Kate to the back of my mind as I eyed up one of the nurses. A hint of reciprocation, I was just about to make a move when Kirsty stepped in between us. "Have you seen Kate?" she shouted into my ear above the music.