There had been a rapid re-arrangement of plans when Brian, a former work-mate of Cate's we had not seen for five years, suddenly turned up in our town on business. I cried off my own work function and we managed to squeeze a table at our favourite restaurant.
Brian was already waiting at the restaurant when we arrived. He and Cate gave each other big hugs and kisses. I know they had been very close in the past but I had never been either jealous or suspicious of their friendship. Nevertheless, I was a bit more subdued and simply shook Brian's hand.
We went to our table and the pair of them began talking about the past and the present at great speed, catching up, gossiping, laughing heartily all the time. I came in and out of the conversation a lot but didn't feel too left out. Brian, I quickly gathered, was still single, had had a few girlfriends since the one I knew when he worked with Cate and was clearly far more interested in furthering his career than any marriage plans. He was a strong, athletic sort of a bloke so he probably didn't have too many problems finding a woman when the need arose. I know Cate always found him physically attractive, quickly adding that I was too. There was always that little measure of hastiness, I won't call it guilt, in the way she said that.
We had a bottle of wine with our dinner, then another with the coffee to really get us relaxed before Cate suggested we should go back to our place.
We got home and opened another bottle of wine and started chatting away again, Brian and Cate leading the talk. I put on the CD player and, almost idly to begin with, Cate started dancing in time with the music. As she got a bit more serious she also started to kick off the magnificent red high heels she was wearing. Immediately we realised what she was doing, there was a huge protest from both Brian and I. "Hey leave those on," we said. Brian had obviously been ogling her in them too. "But I can't dance properly with these," Cate protested.
"You look magnificent in those shoes," we both said. "And anyway we don't want proper dancing, we want raunch," Brian and I mused together. The wine had loosened us both up a bit.
"What do you mean by that," Cate asked?
"You know raunch, like a stripper," we replied. "And you can't do that without high heels."
"I don't ever think I wanted too," she said demurely, then added, "but it's nice of you two to think I could. I mean, do you really think I can still be raunchy at my age?"
Just into her late 40's, Cate has a tasty little body and this night looked great with her short skirt riding up her brown legs and of course the great high heels. "Cause you can," Brian and I burst out together. We might not have been the closest of friends, but this night we were thinking like kindred souls. "Well with an endorsement like that from the two men I love and admire the most on the planet, how could I not give it a try but remember, I am just a new girl at this so I am going to need plenty of encouragement," Cate said. "And you two are going to have put my shoes back on properly." Then she sat on a chair, put both her feet on the coffee table and waited for us to oblige. This was the funniest sight, but shared fun and we all giggled away. "I can't believe this," Cate said, "you guys sitting there putting on my shoes so I can dance for you!"
Once they were back on she started dancing again -- raunch, as requested, but more mock raunch than the real thing, well at least to begin with.
"You boys want raunch," she said with a laugh. " I want to hear you."
"We want raunch," Brian and I chorused. She hammed it up like a stripper, running her hands over her body outside her skirt and top; thrusting a bit with her groin. Then she asked the question again and we replied "yes we want raunch" and we cheered and clapped and wolf-whistled and called out "take if off, take if off" like we were in a cheap strip joint.
The encouragement, or the wine, or both really, started to get to Cate about then. Slowly, as a dreamy look passed over her face, she turned her back to us and it was pretty obvious by her arm movements, as her body kept swaying in time to the music, she was undoing the buttons on her top. How many, we couldn't tell. But when she twisted around, it was all of them. Her deliciously low-slung bra was visible as the top swirled open, and a lot of her breasts. Then, with a quick movement, she had the top off and we could see the clear outline of nipples, firm nipples too, through the bra. She twirled the top around her head before tossing it away.
Then she turned her back on us again, put her hands behind her and unclipped the lacy little bra. For fear of losing the moment Brian and I didn't dare look at each other even though we continued to chant in unison. Neither of us could have had any real idea of what Cate had planned now but this game of "raunch" seemed too good to stop yet. She had often danced naked for me when were alone, just as I had for her, but I didn't know how far she would go with Brian also here. But I was sure she would stop it when she wanted too because Cate always knew her own mind. Anyway, she still sun-bathed topless at the beach, so it was hardly a big deal to show her tits to another bloke if she continued, which she did.
She slipped the bra off and like the top, twirled it around above her head. Then she put one arm across her breasts and turned around to look at us. And of course, we were staring right back, trying to get as good a view as we could of her tits. The look on her face was one of impish delight. She was enjoying raunch, but more I think she was enjoying the thought she still had what it takes. She was just loving the flattery of having two men's very obvious attention. She dropped the bra from the other hand, spun around and when she faced us again, both hands were away from her body, fully revealing her luscious titties to the both of us. I remember wondering for a moment if it was the first time Brian had seen them but Cate ended that small thought with her next question.
