Ok sweety. Let's go out tonight shall we?
There is a little pub not far from our place how about we head over there for a little pub food and entertainment.
I take you by the arm as we go through the door, I buy some drinks and we order our food at the little bistro.
We sit and chat drinking our drinks and eating our food, how good is Aussie pub food? Like not Pizza in Rome good, but bloody good none the less.
I notice they have a little flyer on the table that the pub is running a wet shirt competition tonight. I sort of wondered why the place was filling up a bit more than usual. Looks like they are offering a prize of $1000 not bad for a little pub comp.
Well my mind being what it is, I start to think that you would be a dead certain to win. You have great boobs, how could you not win.
I slide the flyer across the table pushing it slowly with just my index finger to show you, as soon as you see what I have slide across to you, your face flushes beautifully as you blush.
"No fucking way" you say.
"Go on, you would win I reckon" I say.
"No FUCKING way! " is your reply.
Hmmm, I can see you read and reread the flyer, I think it has piqued your interest. The guy in bar gets up on their little stage at the end of the pub and announces that the wet t shirt competition will be starting soon. He is met by a heap of cheering from the guys in the pub, me included. You just give me that "really" look.
The guy on the stage calls for contestants to make their way to stage so he can get things started, there is a lot of cheering and cat calling, wolf whistling as two women make their way forward. Looks like we might only have two starters.
The guy on the mic tries to get further volunteers out of the crowd, talking up the prize money and the like to try to get further ladies to join the competition.
You have turned in your chair to look toward the stage so you can see what is going and I have shuffled my chair so I can see the action. So effectively I am now sitting right behind you so you do not see me raise my hand and wave to the guy on the stage and then I point down to you. He sees you and his eyes light up, that man knows a winner when he sees one.
Looking straight at you, he holds eye contact with and attempts to get you to join him on the stage. Talking on the mic encouraging you to join the competition. The crowd starts cheering you on and egging you to join. You sit there laughing, embarrassed shaking your head no, over and over.
The guy on stage continues to implore you to join the comp but you still laugh it off, he comes down off stage and makes his way through the tables in the now crowded bar and seeking out women and trying to get other ladies to join the comp. He manages to get another lady to join the comp, she looks totally embarrassed but he is a smooth talker and very charming in his attempts to woo the women in the crowd.
He moves through the tables until he comes near ours. All the time he is talking directly to you and you can tell that he is making a bee line to get over to you. He reaches out and takes your hand and continues imploring you to join the competition. You are still saying no but without the conviction of before, I can see that you may be starting change your mind.
All of a sudden, you stand up and the cheer from the crowd is deafening. You are so flushed I can tell this more than just a little embarrassment, I think that you are actually enjoying the effect you are having on all of the guys in the crowd.
You have on your jeans and a nice tank top over your bra. You turn to look at me and I am cheering more than any other guy in the bar. You take that as enough encouragement and hand in hand with the MC with the mic you make your way as he leads you up to the couple of stairs up to the little stage.
The MC continues to work the crowd as you climb the stairs to join the three other lovely ladies on stage.
On stage a female assistant is organising a table on that she is arranging several pitches of water. Once done she motions to all four of you on stage to move to the wings where I cannot see what is going on. The MC is making his way back to the stage revving up the crowd as he goes. The noise in the little pub is deafening.