And so, on Tuesday night, we were back at The Oak. Even though it was a work night, there was nothing else on her mind. Babs had gone straight to the bathroom as soon as she got home, and spent at least an hour getting ready, followed by another half hour getting in and out of a few different outfits.
She settled on a tight black skirt, knee length, with a white blouse, under which she wore a black, lacy bra, clearly visible through the thin white fabric. She unbuttoned one more than could be considered decent. She clearly meant to give Darren something to think about, and she certainly had that effect on me. She'd worn this exact same outfit the other week, and I'd loved the resulting set as she'd removed it for my camera.
Despite her virginal past, Barbara always dressed to be seen. Perhaps that might have given me a clue about this hitherto hidden side of her personality. Even before we met, she would always be looking phenomenal and sexy, despite her job. There was, she reasoned, no law against looking good. Whenever we bumped into a parent of a student, past or present, she'd always be dressed in something eye catching. I could guarantee that she'd be a hot topic of conversation when the dads got together.
Babs kept her coat on when we got to the pub, waiting to unveil her outfit at the appropriate time. She couldn't wait, so we were there half an hour early, but Darren was also already there, finishing a lasagne.
He stood as we approached and shook my hand before kissing Babs on the cheek. Darren went to the bar to fetch us all a drink.
We sat and made polite conversation for a few minutes, but this wasn't why Barbara was here. As soon as the opportunity arose, she took the bull by the horns.
"So, Darren." She paused for effect, twirling the little cocktail umbrella which had come with her drink in between her fingers, scarlet nail varnish matching the colour of her full lips. "Dan told me what he did."
Darren looked blankly at her. He seemed to be expecting some news about work, or something else equally mundane. Babs elaborated. I knew she'd have been rehearsing what she would say since Monday when she found out we'd be here tonight.
"Last time we met up here. I know he accidentally showed you some pictures on his phone."
Her tone was calm and friendly. Darren flashed me a glance and saw I was relaxed and smiling. He looked confused, and simply shrugged. Looking back, it must have been difficult for him; whilst not directly in charge of him, I was senior at work, and he might have worried about his career prospects should he make a wrong move.
"Oh, I see. Right." He was clearly unsure what to say or do. I'm certain he would have denied everything given the opportunity, but Barbara wasn't giving him the option.
"Needless to say," she continued, "those pictures were only ever intended for Dan's eyes only."
"Oh, of course," Darren said immediately. "I wouldn't dream of saying anything."
"Good. Then I guess there's no harm done."
After that bombshell, it was difficult to know where to take the conversation next. It was early and we were only just finishing our first drinks (Barbara had hardly touched hers), so we couldn't rely on alcohol to make it feel less tense. I went to the bar and fetched another pint for Darren and me. As I returned, Babs was talking.
"...at work. So of course, I need to be really, really careful about things like that. I'm sure you understand."
Darren nodded earnestly.
"Nevertheless," she took a sip from her G&T, catching both mine and then Darren's eyes. "I can't deny that I enjoy it. Those pictures, the ones Dan's got on his phone, they were my idea. He's got loads of them. I love knowing that he can look at me whenever he feels the need."
At that, the atmosphere changed completely. Darren went a little red, before visibly making the effort to gather himself.
"Yeah, I bet," he replied. He kept looking at me, as if for explanation, but none was forthcoming. I just shrugged and smiled, letting Babs do her thing. The truth was, I was enjoying the show, and wondering where she was going to take it next.
"So, Darren." She glanced at me, but then fixed her gaze on his, taking another deep draught from her drink and holding his gaze over the top of the glass. "What did you think?"
Darren glanced at me, as if looking for guidance on what to do or say. I was impressed with Barbara's approach. She was going straight to the point.
"Come on," Babs encouraged him, as his brow furrowed. "It's done now. I was embarrassed at first, but, hey, it's not every day a woman can get a critique on her body from a man other than her partner. What did you think?"
He turned questioningly to me. I just raised my eyebrows. This was Barbara's time. She sat, a slight grin threatening to break out on her face, still twirling the little umbrella and watching Darren intently. The silence became too much for Darren to bear.
"Sure. I mean, yes. I didn't get much of a look, but what I did see. Wow, you are a beautiful woman, Barbara."
"Thanks," she smiled. "But - and be honest - what about my boobs?" As she said the word, she looked down at herself quizzically, arching her back slightly and sticking her chest out. "I've always been a bit self-conscious about them. What do you think?" She again pushed them forwards, pulling her hands behind her back to accentuate them further.
"You are the only man, other than Dan, who has seen them. I'd love to hear your opinion."
Darren was chugging hard on his beer, and at last the alcohol started to loosen his tongue.
"Nice. I mean, honestly, they looked fucking lovely from memory." Her turned to me, needing clarification before going any further. "Dan, mate. This seems a bit... I mean, I'm not sure I should be talking like this."
"It's like she says." I assured him. "We can't take back what happened, so it puts you in a pretty unique position. If I was you," my tone changed to a mock conspiratorial one, "I'd go with it."
Suitably reassured, he returned to the subject at hand -- my girlfriend's breasts.
"Ok then. Yes, they looked amazing, from memory. But it was quite a while ago now."
"Of course, it was. Here, let's refresh your memory."
I found out later that Babs had already prepared a folder with a whole range of 'suitable' snaps from our growing collection. I was sitting on Darren's right, and she moved around the table and slid down beside him, unlocking her phone as she settled herself.
"I'm going to be honest with you, Darren. That night, when you got an eyeful of me. Well, I thought about it. A lot. And I realised that I found it exciting, to be honest. So, the main reason I'm here tonight is to do it again. But properly this time."
As she spoke, she handed Darren the phone, upon which was a photo of her dressed identically to how she was tonight. She'd planned this moment. The pose was relatively innocent, but she had one more button undone than she did today, and the pose, with one hand on her hip and the other resting at the front of her thigh, showed off her legs and shiny patent leather boots beautifully.
Darren was speechless, which was fine as far as Babs was concerned. His eyes were the only things required at the moment. Leaving the phone in his hand, she leaned over him. I knew he'd be inhaling the smell of her perfume, and I wondered whether Babs was allowing him to see down her top. I was hard, so I guessed Darren couldn't fail to be.
She swiped to the next photo, where she was leaning forward slightly more. In the next, she'd pulled up the skirt on one side to reveal a stocking top. Next, both stocking tops were revealed, along with a strip of bare flesh atop both of her legs.
The skirt came back down as attention moved to her top half. The blouse was loosened and then unbuttoned completely. Each picture was accompanied by a comment.
"I really like this one. It's pretty sexy, right? But leaves a little to the imagination? How is your imagination, Darren?"
With each swipe, Babs revealed more of herself. Soon, her bra was discarded, and only her arm concealed her modesty. The next snap was even more blatant, two fingers from each hand all that concealed her nipples.
"Here we go," she said, matter of fact, as she swiped to the next where one breast was revealed in full. Next both were free, and she adopted various poses to allow the camera to examine her naked top half from every angle.
"Now then, you've had a good look. What do you think?" Again, she pushed out her chest and looked down. "Dad says they are perfect, but I I'd prefer them a bit bigger?"
"I'm with Dan," Darren said, entranced at the topless image of the girl sitting opposite him.
"Oh thanks, you are sweet. I'm going to show you a few more then, as a little reward."
She took the phone back and opened another folder. This one started almost where the other left off.
"These ones do get a bit racy; I must warn you Darren. Do you mind?" Of course, he didn't.
The very first picture featured my girlfriend, hands on hips, in a tight, black open cup corset. Her breasts were pushed up and together, forming an incredible cleavage and pushing her small, hard nipples out and up. The black panties she sported were completely sheer, and her trimmed triangle of pubic hair was visible through them.
