This can be read as a standalone, but will make more sense if you read Singles Night Pt 1 to understand the characters and the situation....
The front door to the house opened before we even had a chance to knock, Becky dragging us in before any of the neighbours spotted us. "I know Mum has Dad's permission to misbehave, but the neighbours are awful gossips!" She pulled us both in for a massive hug and long deep kisses.
Bomber stepped back, "Damn girl, you look fantastic!" he exclaimed at the sight of the satin jumpsuit Becky was wearing, the front zip pulled low to reveal a decent cleavage. Then Sue appeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing a silky looking wraparound dress. The dress was cut very low, revealing quite alot of Sue's ample breasts, and the lower half was cut almost as high as her crotch giving a sneaky glimpse of stocking tops. "Fuck me!" gasped Bomber, "You look even hotter than last night!"
"Ever the charmer aren't you Bomber!" Sue laughed, "Come on through and have some proper home cooked food."
"Apologies for my friend," I laughed handing Sue the flowers and wine, "we're still trying to house train him around ladies."
She pulled me in for a hug and a very deep kiss, as I reached round to grope her fabulous arse, "He's OK, he's only sworn once so far this evening!" she laughed. "Thanks for the flowers and plonk, I knew you two were gentlemen underneath."
We sat down for a delicious home made toad in the hole, swiftly demolishing both the food and a couple of bottles of wine.
"We thought you boys might take us over the water this evening," said Becky, "A few drinks then maybe out to Joanna's?"
Bomber and I both spluttered into our glasses. "Joanna's? Are you sure ladies?" I asked.
Joanna's was a nightclub over in Portsmouth, or more specifically Southsea. It was about as far down the list of "where to go in Portsmouth" as it was possbile to go, unless you were a matelot. Known to it's customer as the Royal Navy School of Dancing. As a single bloke on the pull it was where you headed if you had a forces ID card. Loud music, naff beer, sticky carpets and grumpy doormen. It was a a bit of an 80's meat market.
"Why on earth do you want to go there?" asked Bomber.
"Because I haven't been in years, said Sue, "and anyone that recognises us won't want to admit to being there!"
So another glass of wine later we headed down to the harbour and got the ferry across to Pompey. "One of these days, they'll have a duty free bar on here at night!" laughed Bomber. The girls had opted not to wear coats, apparently having a habit of forgetting to pick them up at the end of the night. So the cool air as we crossed the harbour had the obvious effect on their nipples. Neither of them apparently was wearing a bra, Becky's nipples trying to drill through her jumpsuit, and the rings of Sue's piercings clearly visible along with her hard nipples under her dress.
"Maybe we should have brought coats," laughed Sue.
Becky giggled back, "Well I could have hung mine on your nipples Mum, look at the bloody size of them!"
"If you've got it, flaunt it!" she laughed, "at least that's my excuse!" Then she reached down and squeezed my cock through my trousers, "Smudge here certainly seems to enjoy the view"
I gasped as she squeezed my now rapidly hardening cock, "Well who wouldn't!" I groaned as she squeezed even tighter, "We're going to have to fight to keep the guys away from you tonight!"
Becky smiled, "No fighting tonight!" she said, "I know it's quite common in Jo's but we are sticking with you two!"
Bomber and I were grinning like Cheshire cat's as we got off the ferry and wandered into town with these two gorgeous women on our arms. "Ladies, you have no idea how good it feels to be out with two such stunning visions!" I said as we made our way into the first pub, As we headed to the bar they certainly drew lot's of looks from both men and women in the pub.
"God I've forgotten how horny I get being stared at like this!" moaned Becky as she held my arm. "Don't drink too much tonight, I want to make full use of that cock of yours later! No brewers droop allowed!"
I laughed, "No chance of that, you could give a corpse a hard on!" As I spoke i reached down and cupped her arse, giving it a squeeze. "Oh no panties tonight then?" I asked.
Becky giggled, "No anything tonight if you must know!" She reached down and pulled on the bottom of the zip at her waistline, then pushed my hand inside and down to her pussy.
"Fuck me!" I groaned, "You're dripping!"
"I most certainly will be fucking you, and Bomber!" she giggled, "I have been horny as hell ever since you left this morning, so has Mum!"
As the barman took our order I looked to my left to see Sue grinning madly, as she held Bombers hand in the opening of her dress, then pulled it up to her mouth to lick his fingers dry.
"Mum's not wearing anything under there either, except her stockings and sussies!"
"Bomber mate," I called across the bar, "I think we are in for a very long weekend!" He grinned in reply, giving a clear thumbs up gesture.
A few more drinks and a lot of giggling and fondling later we jumped in a taxi and headed down to Southsea. As usual there was quite a queue outside the place, and the cooler air was having it's usual effect on Sue and Becky. "I don't know which is worse," giggled Sue, "my hard nipples or the cold breeze on my wet pussy!" Bomber put his arm around her and cupped one breast.
"I'll warm them all up for you," he said as he pulled her in for a long deep kiss.
"Well that's warming me up in all the right ways except temperature," she laughed as she eventually stepped back to catch her breath.
"She'll eat you alive mate," came a call from behind us in the queue.
"She already did last night!" I laughed back as Sue and Becky tried to hide their blushes.
Eventually we made our way inside and the ladies dragged us straight to the dance floor. "No more drinks, it's time to dance!" ordered Becky, as she started moving to the music. Well the two of them could dance, there was no doubt about that, as Bomber and I did our usual shuffle to the music. It was difficult knowing which way to look, as they shimmied and writhed alongside each other. Sue's breasts threatening to bounce out of her dress constantly, or Becky's gorgeous arse in the tight jumpsuit. They were constantly fending off guys who didn't accept that they were with us and taken.
Eventually Bomber and I took it in turns to fight our way to the bar for drinks, Sue and Becky not wanting to be left alone but refusing to leave the dance floor. It was only as I was making may back that I noticed Sue's dress had come apart a little more. As she danced you could now clearly see bare thigh above her stocking tops and when the lights flashed even a glimpse of her bare pussy occasionally. No wonder the guys kept trying to chat them up. Becky meanwhile saw me coming back and reached for the zip on her jumpsuit, pulling it even lower until it was nearly down to her navel. I nearly dropped the drinks as I watched the curves of her breasts bouncing under the flimsy material. An hour or so later, they got tired of dancing and we made our way to an empty tall table with four bar stools. Bomber lifted Becky up onto one, and I did the same with Sue, as she struggled to keep her dress together.
"Oh fuck it," she grinned, "I think everyone's seen what I am not wearing by now anyway!" As she spoke she let one half of the dress fall away completely showing off her shapely leg and stocking.
"Do you realise just how fucking sexy you look Sue!" I shouted in her ear over the music.
"Well that bulge in your trousers gives me a good clue!" she called back, "or is that for Becky's tits!"
I had to laugh, "A combination of both!"
