For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy, this is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come.
As with my other story's this is set in a fictional world where there are no nasty diseases and no unwanted pregnancy.
I am a total amateur at this and write purely for my own pleasure, I know that my Grammar is not great and there will be mistakes if that's a problem for you read no further I could use someone to edit these tales but why waste someone else's time.
I welcome comments as long as they are constructive, if you want to leave abusive messages about something offered to you for no charge then also feel free I won't hold it against you after all the world would be dull without morons to brighten the day.
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I have been single now for around a year, my second marriage had failed, apparently I had spent too much time at work. Strangely up to this point being single hadn't bothered me or even crossed my mind. I had found a nice old Victorian sea front flat, I had the top two stories of the building, it had a large balcony and across the road there was only the shingle beach and the Sea opposite me, I spent some time doing up my new pad and spent the winter watching old films and working.
The change of seasons if you can spot the difference between a British winter and spring changed my mind set. The lighter and milder evenings meant I didn't want to sit in my flat watching films and TV, I started to slowly join the outside world again at first out walking around the harbour and sea front still alone. But at some point I started to miss having someone to talk to, work colleagues don't count as let's be honest when they ask how you are they don't actually want to know, with this in mind I started to get out more often in the evenings and weekends. Sitting in local bars soaking up the atmosphere, from the outside I guess people watching, having moved to this area following my marriage and working up in and around London I knew no one in what was now my home town at least I thought I didn't.
One Friday evening spring now having turned in to what was forecast to be a good summer, I showered and changed then wandered down to a Pub on the Harbour wall, I settled in with a cold pint to watch the world go by listening to other people's worries and dreams. I was pleasantly passing an hour or so and somewhere during my third pint I heard "Hey I haven't seen you for ages".
I looked up to see firstly some very long legs closely followed by a short denim skirt. I still keenly remember the four big brass buttons up the front of the skirt. Suddenly realising that I wasn't looking in the right direction I raised my eyes to see one of my ex-wife's friends. The last time I had seen Christina she was about 18 and hung around on the edge of the group of friends my ex and I were part of, she was younger than the rest of us with my ex being 24 and I being the oldest at 35 at the time.
When she was 18 Chrissy had evolved from a shy girl almost invisible to something else. She was always something to look at with long legs and nearly always short skirts but shortly after meeting her, marriage and work meant moving on and I had lost touch with the whole group.
And now we are 5 years further on, she was around 5'10" and had filled out a little to a very shapely size 12 she looked great, better than great she was absolutely gorgeous, stunning in fact. The long legs were complimented by what appeared to be a very fine C Cup tits covered by a black and white halter neck top. I could clearly see the prominent lumps her nipples made showing the absence of a bra, long thick wavy chestnut hair and a cute smile topped off the whole package.
Finally realising I was staring I managed a stammered greeting and offered her a drink in all honesty I was expecting her to have something else to do or someone else to see, but she accepted my offer and asked for a very ladylike pint of lager.
Sat next to her we caught up on old times laughed over the past adventures of some of our mutual friends, although I remember almost none of this early conversation, sat as she was I could not help but notice that her skirt now that she was sitting down was very close to exposing her panties, it did cover her but my mind was begging for it to ride up just a little more.
We continued to chat and I continued to pray that the skirt would expose a little more, it however stubbornly refused to move. The clock was ticking and I hoped to see a little more before the pub closed and we went our separate ways, finally the bell was rung to signal last orders, we finished our drinks and I followed Christina out of the pub. We walked along the harbour wall back towards the taxi rank, I hadn't up until this point thought that this was any more than a pleasant evening in the company of some very nice thighs which I had been studying for some time, subtly I hoped.
Chrissy then surprised me again by suggesting a small club and a few more drinks the club was only a few minute walk from where we were, having already had probably more than I was used to and with the possibility of studying those thighs some more how could I refuse, paying for entry and grabbing a couple of shots as well as beers, we perched on a sofa in the corner and carried on from where we had left off in the pub. This was Chrissy talking with me making the occasional comment while trying to get a better view up her skirt, she mentioned that she was single again and would not be able to be too late home as she was staying at her mum's until she could find her own place.
The noise of the club meant that we had to lean in closer to hear each other, but after a while I moved to stretch my leg which I had been sort of sat on sitting sideways on the sofa, as I stretched and leant back I finally got that peak up the skirt. I had spent most of the evening fantasising about what would they be, a thong or maybe some sexy black lace but they were neither, from my new angle I could see a smooth bare pussy there was nothing under the skirt at all other than a shaved bare and glistening pussy.
Now even in the dim lighting of the club I could see almost every detail from the fleshy lips to the smooth skin, my trousers were suddenly feeling very tight, Chrissy was talking but not wanting to lose my view I didn't lean forwards again so I couldn't hear a word.
At some point I had been rumbled, Chrissy didn't move away but she looked at me with a quizzical smile her eyebrows raised, I think we were both waiting for each other to say something, being male I had no idea what I should say having been caught looking at a young friend's pussy so I adopted the only defence mechanism I had learnt while being married. I apologised and awaited my scolding, what I got was Chrissy grabbing me, pulling me forward and sticking her tongue down my throat which I have to be honest was a bit surprising. And after what was probably only a second or two my mind switched on and I gave as good as I got with the tongue wrestling, I had eventually (I am a little slow) realised I may be in with a shout of some more of this, even if I did think it may be alcohol fuelled. After a few minutes of kissing I suggested going back to my place as it's just around the corner and we can talk more there, I was hoping not too much talking though if I'm honest.
The walk to my flat wasn't far not even ten minutes' if all you do is walk, however our walk took considerably longer nearly an hour and that hour has changed my life for ever.
As I said I live on the Sea front literally right opposite the Sea, as we walked away from the club I offered a to get a Kebab, it seemed like the gentleman like thing to do and I wanted to keep my energy up I was hoping for some more of the tongue wrestling after all. Standing close after ordering our Kebab with several of the shops staff only separated by a glass fronted chiller unit Chrissy again leant in for some more kissing. She held my hand and placed my right hand on the inside of her thigh I could feel myself trembling knowing how close I was to her bare pussy, not looking down but knowing I must be mere millimetres from that warm flesh. I was very aware of where I was and I didn't dare move I didn't want to ruin what was looking like a very promising night.
We continued to kiss very passionately now with my brain screaming with how close I was to her pussy, this was the first point that I was completely surprised, Chrissy broke off the kiss leant back a little and looked down at my hand then back at my face she smiled reached down and lifted her skirt.