My wife has a friend called Sue. Sue is a babe. She is mouth watering. She is all that and a bag of potato chips.
Sue has lovely curves, her breasts are a nice 34C and her legs are so fine. She is the whole package. Best of all she is single.
She split from her boyfriend and so my wife insisted that she came down to visit so they could "slag off men." and do all those usual girlie things that women do when one of them break up with a partner.
I didn't argue when I was told that Sue was coming and that was that. Why would I??
She's a babe and a damsel in distress
I'll hug her and tell her all men are pigs. Participate in there ritual. Say whatever I have to just so I can get a chance to hold Sue close.
Because she's a babe and I'm a pig. I mean getting to hug a beautiful woman and not get in trouble with the wife for doing it. Sounds like a sweet deal to me
Then to top it all getting royally rewarded for doing it. I don't know how I coped.
Anyway, getting back on track.
Sue came down on Friday after work. She looked as fine as ever and the conversation went exactly as I knew it would. Once it was unanimously agreed that men were evil and women were superior we all called it a night. My wife and I went into our room to get ready for bed and left Sue to get changed in the front room where she was sleeping on the sofa.
As I pulled my pyjama t-shirt top over me head my wife suddenly remembered that she hadn't given Sue a towel. So, I volunteered to do this (easy brownie point and also a great opportunity to see more of Sue).
I knocked on the door.
"Come in." called Sue
As I walked into the room I was momentarily lost for words. Sue stood there in just a silk vest top and seriously short matching shorts. They were both the colour of red wine. Sue wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were straining against the material.