Taking your advice about spending an evening with Ann (my business partner). This is what happened.
We had a very good day writing one very good piece of business and a strong possibility on two others. We had booked two rooms at the Travel Lodge for the night so we could revisit tomorrow. To celebrate I suggested we should go for a drink and then a meal. Ann said rather than that how about taking a drink back to the Lodge.
We found a nice restaurant, and because it was early, we had a nice table. Dinner was fun, with Ann telling me about her relationship with her boyfriend Tony. He is quite a kinky chap but keeps her happy. I told her about my cyber fun since I posted the story and picture. She says she put some pictures of herself that Tony has taken, on the web but she wouldnât tell me where, the bitch. Then she asked me if I fancied taking a few pictures when we got back to our hotel, I said Iâd see how I felt later. I had to admit to myself that our conversation had had an effect on me and thought about what you had said!
We finished our meal a well as a large bottle of red wine that I love. We got a cab back and went to my room with our booze. We sat and chatted for ages then Ann said she would go and have a bath. Being mindful of what you said, and the alcohol, I suggested she use my bathroom. She said ok but would go and get her gear as she put it, and said for me to relax and get more comfortable as we were both fully dressed.
After she left I took the bull by the horns. I took off my suit and the rest and had a quick bath. I then redressed but only in my black undies, stockings and shoes. I poured two more drinks and then sat in front of the mirror and retouched my make up. I felt anxious, had I misread things? Therefore, what I was decent. There was a knock at the door, I let her back in.
âYou look niceâ
Was all she said as the came in with her overnight bag. She then disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door, so far so good. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was having a heart attack. Any way I sat back down and sipped my whiskey, it calmed me a little. I could hear her in the bathroom singing to herself. I then heard the lock and the door opened and she came back. I was stunned she looked fabulous. She, like me was in her undies, but what underwear.
âDo you like it? She asked.
I went to answer but my voice caught in my throat, and she burst out laughing.
âCome on pat weâve known each other a long timeâ.
âYes I know but this is something newâ.
She was dressed in pale grey, a skimpy bra that held her breast so that her nipples were sticking out over the cup. A Basque with slim suspenders over a thong and grey stockings and high heels. My god she looked so sexy.
âWellâ she said,
I sat with drink halfway to my lips, mouth open. I was amazed, honestly, I was speechless. She put her bag down, sat at the end of the bed and took the drink I offered. She told me how lovely I looked, but I felt I couldnât compete, and I said so. In the office, she is so conservative but now, what a change. We sat and drank talking about what had happened today, I think neither wanted to make the first move. You can imagine the site, two middle-aged women in their underwear getting slowly drunk and acting like teenagers. Ann broke the impasse asking me what I thought about a few pictures. She reached into her bag and produced the tiniest camera I had seen.
âCome on lie on the bed and I will take your pictureâ.
I moved to the bed, plumped up the pillows and lay down. She took a picture of me, drink in hand looking a bit tarty. She then got me to lie across the bed with my arms above my head.
âPush your pants down a littleâ.
âHow do you feel?â
âFineâ I said.
âOk turn on your tummyâ.
Which I did. She then pulled the back of my pants down over my bottom.
âChunky bumâ she said taking more pics.
âTake them off and open your legs a littleâ.
I slithered out of my pants with her help. I kept my legs tight together.
âCome onâ she encouraged.