It had been a typical night at the Bush Pub and Bush pubs were a feature of life in South Africa at that time. There was usually a pool table, not necessarily level, a spreading tree outside for shade and lots of banter, but very very seldom any women.
Of course the macho attitude of the day meant that the conversation was pretty risqué and the language pretty ripe. These guys called a spade a spade, but that's true the world over.
I was now on my third consecutive game of pool, having beaten my opponents twice, and looking for a third victory.
"This game is going to be my last." Jack advised, "I need to get back."
I hadn't known Jack for long, we'd met on a job a couple of months previously and got along well, hence we had met up at the Bush pub for a drink after work.
"Pussy whipped is it?" Was one response, and a lot more ribaldry followed.
"Come back to my place." Jack invited both of us, "the beer is colder and the welcome is warmer, that I can guarantee."
"No fucking fear!" Andy continued, "if you have to get back, I have no desire to meet up with some angry bint whose old man stayed out after his pass out."
Jack looked a bit sideways and simply replied with, "Your loss."
The banter flew back and forth for some time as the game progressed to its final, and to me obvious, conclusion.
"So you look like the winner tonight, Tom. Fancy a night cap chez moi."
A few cheap remarks about the pretentious French clap trap followed before Andy and I jumped into Jack's bakky and set off for his place. It has to be said that it was a pretty cool place and the 'bint' who was commanding Jack's return was much more attractive than frightening.
Sam, a slightly unusual name for a girl at that time, was pretty bloody fit. I mean, I know she was Jack's wife, and I know a mate isn't supposed to notice this shit, but she had a great pair of tits. Not only great tits but legs that seemed to go right up to her neck.
The whole thing was topped off by a rather cheeky face, framed by a completely square bob hairdo, that set off her smile perfectly and she wore one of those full length clingy dresses so fashionable at the time.
Far from being disagreeable, she welcomed us and offered, "So what's it to be? Beer? Brandy? Or coffee."
Somewhat surprised by this spontaneous hospitality, Andy and I opted for a beer while Jack had a coffee. As soon as the drinks were poured Sam ushered us to the comfortable chairs on the stoep.
"Would you pop the outside lights on, sweetheart. It looks so much better."
This didn't sound like an angry woman anxiously awaiting her husband's return. Jack did as he was asked and the garden was bathed in a soft green light while the crystal clear water sparkled from the many pool lights. It looked really impressive.
The conversation started normally enough, but definitely had a bit of a risqué edge to it, mostly driven by Sam who wanted to know what we'd been up to, and if Shana, the barmaid, was wearing a bra or not. Of course we didn't answer and just mumbled something unintelligible.
"Jack will know. He always notices a fine pair of tits, don't you Jack?"
"Observation skills sweetie, observation skills, honed over years of lusting after bar maids."
This, I was not expecting, colourful banter between husband and wife. While this went on she sauntered around the stoep, glass of wine in hand, apparently unaware that the garden lights were shining through the thin material of her dress giving Andy and I a spectacular view.
I'm sure Andy noticed and I certainly did. What is it about the silhouette of a virtually naked mature woman, that is so irresistible? Now I was actually wondering if she was wearing anything else? Anything at all, under that now semi transparent dress?
"So was she wearing a bra, or was she letting it all hang out for her boys as usual?"
I was jerked back from my daydream as the banter continued.
"I'd say braless." Jack volunteered. "Those puppies were definitely off the lead."
I became distracted again as Sam stopped walking around and stood motionless, with one hand on her hip, wine in the other and her legs slightly parted. The silhouette was just what you'd imagine! Put it this way, she definitely had hair down there.
"You men are so obvious! Stare down the valley between a couple of tits and I bet you don't even count your change."
Can she be unaware? It can't be intentional as Jack is there too, but from his seat he was only getting the profile, we were getting the full frontal treatment.
"Anyway, for sure she's got great tits, but not as good as yours."
Am I hearing this? Sam sashayed over to me.
"Is that true? Are they not as good as mine."
Before I had time to process the question Jack stopped her.
"That's an unfair question! He can't say hers, it wouldn't be polite and he can't tell what yours are like, hidden under that halter dress, so unfair question."
Sam now took centre stage,
"I'll give you unfair question!" As she reached behind her neck and tugged at the bow that held her dress up. She lowered the top suggestively half way down her chest revealing a substantial amount of cleavage.
