I was given a double ticket for a day at the races by a happy client. Entrance badges, free lunch, free racecard, looking good for an enjoyable and classy day I thought.
My wife told me she had arranged to go on a trip with her sister, as they often do, so couldn't come and suggested I offer to our friends.
Our friends Neil and Debbie are the same age as us mid to late 30s and have a daughter the same age as our son and a younger son. We occasionally go out for an evening meal together or visit each other for bbq's or family celebrations. I'm a couple of inches taller than Neil at 5'10 and Debbie is slightly smaller than my 5'4 wife.
What is amazing about Debbie though is her bubbly personality and great tits. She has a fairly good figure unlike my wife who has let herself go and is now grossly overweight, although they both have short dark hair and dark eyes. Debbie also has the most fantastic pair of tits I have ever seen close up, I reckon they are at least 36d and possibly 38d which for a little woman is awesome, and she often takes the opportunity to show them off with low cut t-shirts and other tops.
I have noticed that I haven't been the only guy that has admired looking at the smooth fullness of them.
Anyway, my offer of the tickets was quickly taken up when I called them and my wife and I called round one evening to drop them off. Neil then dropped the bombshell that it clashed with an event that he said that he would take his kids to with Debbie's father. Debbie seemed quite angry with him for not declaring this sooner and he offered to drop out of the other agreement to which she said that would be unfair on her dad. To try and make some peace my wife suggested that Debbie and I go, and there was a short silence.
Neil broke the silence by saying "ok, but make sure you get me a programme for my collection."
Debbie seemed to look at us all and asked "are you sure?" without really asking anyone in particular.
My wife said "better than you sitting at home on your own while these are out with your dad." Neil added "ok by me."
Debbie turned to me and asked "is that ok with you?"
My lame reply of "yeah" hid the ecstasy I was feeling inside -- wow I am going to get to go to the races for free after all and not only that I am going with a gorgeous woman who I usually cant take my eyes off or stop fantasising about.
So it was sorted. It was a hot day, my wife had gone, Debbie's husband and kids had gone, and I turned up at her house to drive her to the racecourse. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt with collar, smart dark coloured slacks and my best pair of shoes. I'd also smothered my self in my best deodorant and after shave.
I think I said "wow" out loud when I saw her appear.
She had a black knee length dress, the 2 shoulder straps were like shoelaces, I couldn't spot bra straps, she had black and gold heels with ankle straps, and what looked like gold fishnet nylons, and a small black shoulder bag with a gold shoulder chain. Her makeup was superb and as she got into the car she smelled fantastic too.
"Wow you look fantastic," I blurted out, my eyes not knowing where to look next as I feasted on her cleavage, her face, her knees as her skirt raised up as she sat down, her practically bare shoulders and once again her cleavage.
"Thank you," she giggled, as though amused by my reaction.
We set off, me trying to talk normally as my mind raced through all sorts of thoughts and my cock growing into a full erection as I drove.
She linked her arm through mine as we walked from the car to the entrance, a smile on my face as many admiring looks came our way to me and my lovely lady, knowing that people would think she was my wife. I tried to establish if she was braless under her dress but the material wasn't yet allowing me to identify the bulge of a nipple.
We were given a racecard and shown to a table where we received our menus. As Debbie read through hers I stared at the sight before me, feeling sure I could see the line of an undergarment between her dress and her bust. We ordered and ate a lovely meal then wandered outside into the growing throng of people. Stopping near the parade ring and starting to read through the racecard. Debbie laughed at some of the names, but I took this chance to look down the front of her dress as she read through the card, diverting my eyes to hers whenever she looked up from the card.
A voice in my head was repeatedly saying "look at her tits, look at her tits, oh yes look at those beautiful tits," as I listened to her comments. Below the middle of her breasts I could see what looked like black material and I looked at her back and saw what looked like a bra clasp, surmising that she had a strapless bra on. Yet the dress must have only just covered the bra cups as I could see a good expanse of bosom on display.
Debbie picked a horse with the word lucky in its name which I also went with after considering a horse with the word rising in its name, thinking of my rising cock while I looked down the front of her dress. Lucky came 7th but Rising won at 20-1. Oh well.
The word theme seemed to continue throughout the afternoon, Debbie's 2nd horse had the word Romance, mine Ripples (misheard as nipples initially), both finishing unplaced. In the 3rd race she selected the name of a TV gameshow and I selected Game Lad, they finished a close 4th and 5th and enabled us to link arms round each others waists and jump up and down shouting encouragement until their chance had gone.
The feel of her body and sight of her jiggling breasts requiring me to buy a round of drinks to cool us down. We both selected the unplaced favourite in the next race and then the 2nd favourite of 5 runners in the next race that won after another close and exciting finish.
The joy of finally getting a winner, even a fairly low priced one, was immense as we jumped up and down together shouting the horse home and then hugging each other with joy. The fact that my arms were tightly around her and her breasts were pressed against my chest was merely a co-incidence as I lifted her off her feet and kissed her cheek.
Forceful Finish was my selection in the last race, conjuring all sorts of fantasies in my mind, and Debbie picked a horse with Spain in its name. They both made a forward move together and once again I took the opportunity to put my arm around her, both cheering against each other as our horses came clear of the rest. We looked at each other unsure who had won until Debbie's horse number was announced the 10/1 winner, my feigned sadness lifted as she threw herself at me, arms around my neck and breasts once again pressed against me as I grabbed her tightly into me wanting to hold her for as along as I could. I kissed her lips and after a victorious whoop from her she surprised me by reciprocating with a kiss too.
Arm in arm we collected her winnings and made our way to the car, her with a big smile for having two winners and me with a big smile for a number of reasons.
I suggested we call for a celebration drink on the way home and we stopped at a nice place I'd been to before in the countryside, set by a river. We sat outside in the sunshine as we drank and reflected on our day. I suggested we have a short stroll along the pleasant riverbank and Debbie agreed.
As we walked along the riverbank I noted that there was an absence of the usual numbers of fishermen and was quite pleased that it was deserted.
Crossing a small fence using the poorly man-made wooden steps Debbie giggled remarking "I cant get over that in these shoes."
"Nonsense" I replied offering a hand from the other side.
