Crowded pubs on a Saturday night in the lead up to Christmas are the stuff of most people's nightmares. Everyone jostles to get to the bar to buy overpriced cocktails, different but somehow the same cheesy music churns out of the speakers in every bar and people are getting drunk and annoyingly disorderly early in the evening in the name of the holiday season.
And so it came to pass that my work "Christmas do" headed into one of these bars. I had just finished a sedate and rather uncomfortable meal as my colleagues and I didn't know what to say to each other over the table of one of those expensive chain restaurants and now it was the done thing that we all move on to down some cocktails and try and talk to each other over too-loud Christmas music. Still this was a much better evening than my usual ones, sitting in front of the TV with a beer or jerking off to internet porn.
I'm Graham, 44 year old, 5 foot 9 tall, divorced, a bit of a beer paunch (I really ought to take up some form of exercise), grey hair and working in a job that involves sitting in front of a computer all day juggling figures on spreadsheets. Not the most exciting job, but one I can do competently, and one that lets me keep my head down and earn the maintenance payments to send to my ex-wife. I've not had much luck with women since the divorce, perhaps because of my lack of self-confidence, or maybe because of my taste for a fuller figured woman. I had put on my best suit for this evening's gathering, dark charcoal and single breasted, quite modern (or so the salesgirl in Marks and Spencer had told me). A plain white shirt under this meant I was fairly inconspicuous and a red and green striped tie gave my outfit a little tip of the hat to the festive season.
After an interminable hour chatting inanely with my colleagues about office politics and restructures all my colleagues made their excuses and left, kids to look after and so on. I decided to stay and get drunk – no work tomorrow and no-one waiting for me at home. As I sat back with another beer (only my third so far this evening) I looked around the bar at the guys and girls out in their festive finery. Skinny girls in red or blue or green cocktail dresses stood near the bar with men circling around them like vultures, older women in their "little black dress", often with a strand of tinsel to add zest sat around at the tables while others were dancing in the side of the bar dedicated to music, with a big mirror ball spraying little lights all over the proceedings. That was when I saw what not only grabbed my attention but also caused a rising sensation in the trouser department.
Dancing under the mirror ball was a wide hipped and large busted beauty, looking divine in a silver and black dress that she seemed to barely fit into. Under this she was wearing what looked like sparkly tights and red high-heels. She looked to be about 5 feet 6 tall, her dark hair held in a tight bun. My eyes were drawn to her, particularly the deep cleavage that almost spilled out of the top of her silver cocktail dress. She was dancing with another chubby girl, this second girl had long blonde hair, was about 5 feet 4 and looked plump rather than properly full figured and was wearing a red sweater that her breasts seemed to fill nicely over a dark skirt with what appeared to be sheer tights or stockings and black heels. They both looked to be quite young, 30 max, both wearing a lot of makeup (in fact they looked a bit "tarty") and they were given a wide berth by the other revellers as they gyrated to the crass dance versions of Christmas songs.
I watched these two fulsome beauties for a good long while as they writhed near each other to the music. The two dancers captivated me and I gulped when the taller and fuller one nearly slipped over on the dance floor, only to be caught by beauty number 2. The awkward position that she fell into couldn't have given me a better view of the top of her chest, and as she struggled to regain her composure she looked over at me looking at her. I gave a feeble smile then looked away (if only briefly). When I looked back she had bent right over (away from me) to pick up her handbag. The view was amazing: her wide hips showing off a perfect full arse covered tightly in the spangled silver dress. She looked to be ready to leave the dance floor and as I watched both girls started to make their way to the bar. Time for more beer, I thought.
I made sure to approach the bar behind the two girls and soon we were surrounded by people pushing in to get to the bar. Girl 1 (brunette) was limping slightly so girl 2 (Blondie) was in front seeking to get to a place to buy some drinks. I positioned myself behind and slightly to the side of the sexy brunette and soon I was "being pushed" in her direction. This of course (as if by accident) gave me a superb view down her cleavage, and what a cleavage it was. On this closer inspection I estimated that her knockers had to be at least 44 GG, and the dress pushing them together so tightly made the cleavage enticing, along with some succulent tit flesh wobbling out of the top of the dress as the crowd moved, nudging us around as we tried to get to the bar. I could feel myself getting hard as I viewed this delectable sight, and couldn't resist the casual hand-touches-her-arse-by complete-accident move. As I copped a feel of her lovely booty she turned and looked me straight in the eye.
"Oi! – oh, its you, I wondered if you would have the balls to make a move" she said as the recognition from the dance-floor dawned. "Least you could do is offer me a drink before you grab my arse though!"
"Of course – what would you like? And your friend?" I asked
"We're both on the Christmas cocktails, cosmo for me and a rum punch for Bel, please "
"No problem, I'm staying on beer though... I'm Graham by the way..."
"Oh yeah sorry, I'm Tasha. Good to meet you Graham. I must say I do like an older man dressed smartly"
"Thanks, so its Tasha and Bel, good to meet you both" At this point Bel looked back and saw Tasha and I chatting, and smiled. I pushed forward in front of Tasha and told Bel I was getting the drinks in.
"Fine by me" was all I got in response as she pulled away from the bar and passed me, squeezing past me and briefly her plump chest was rubbing against me (which did nothing to allay my erection). As she moved past me I could smell her perfume as I looked down at the top of her head, she looked up and smiled again. I got the drinks and suggested that we retire to the smoking area outside as we could chat there without the loud music. They agreed and we went outside to the bar's patio, where they had been kind enough to install patio heaters for these cold December smokers.
As we chatted over a smoke, and then another, it was clear that these were not by any means the first cocktails the girls had consumed. I nipped into the bar and got some refills (5 beers for me now and I was beginning to feel it) and I came back for more chit chat.
"So tell us what you do, dressed up so smart" Tasha asked
