This is part 9 of this series. It will only make sense if you have read parts 1 through 8 first. Otherwise, you won't know who any of the characters are, or what the hell is going on...
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'I'm ravenous,' said Aly - now there's a non surprise -- 'Come on, lets go and get some big baps at Tilly's.'
I looked at my watch. We only just had time; Tilly closes at six on a Saturday and it was almost five. I suppose it was an odd time to eat, but we'd skipped lunch, and we were off out in the evening, so it fitted in quite well.
As we walked there, I related to Reya the little exchange we'd had about Tilly's Big Baps, on the menu, and Tilly's actual big baps, with a description of Tilly, and how I thought she would look great in a dirndl. While I was doing so, an image flashed across my mind of Reya in a dirndl. Now THAT would be worth seeing.
Reya was chuckling away at the story and I was looking forward to Tilly's baps being upstaged by Reya's even bigger ones.
'I'm sorry we aren't exactly gourmandising you, Reya, taking you to a modest cafe for a butty, but they are very good butties.'
'No, no,' said Reya, 'not at all. I'm very partial to a well-filled sarnie.'
We arrived to find the place very quiet. Quarter past five on a Saturday was definitely not the busiest time, plus the choice of sandwiches would prove be a bit limited, but we were greeted with smiles by Tilly, and Stacey; 'Hello ladies, nice to see you. What can I get you?'
'We've come for some big baps,' said Aly, loudly, with an impish grin.
'Hmm, it looks like you are already quite well furnished in that department, said Tilly, eyeing Reya, who had (deliberately I'm sure) unfastened her coat. There was a snort of laughter from Stacey. 'I'm sorry dear,' Tilly continued, 'we haven't been introduced.'
'Hello Tilly, I'm Reya.' She held out her hand for a rather dainty handshake and they eyed each other, smiling archly.
I've never suffered from, or even really been aware of, breast envy, but now, there was a pause, and I could see there was some slightly haughty unspoken bust-ling going on between them. Maybe it was a kind of flirting? Stacey (not busty at all) had noticed it and was watching them with a slightly awed expression.
'Nice to meet you, lovely,' said Tilly, and returned to her usual self, rhyming off the fillings she had sold out of. We had no trouble finding something from the remaining choices though, and soon we were tucking into our very late lunch/early dinner.
Reya had definitely made a splash, and we noticed both Tilly and Stacey furtively watching her from time to time. She was actually very good company, and we enjoyed a real roller coaster of a conversation with her, covering all kinds of subjects, including food, drink, clothes, lingerie, jobs, athletics, cars, the USA, lesbianism, and the sex industry, and she had an interesting and challenging take on all of them. I felt a little elated by the time we got up to leave. Good conversation and scintillating company can do that I find, and Reya and Aly were certainly that.
We bade goodbye to Tilly and Stacey, and set off to walk briskly back to my flat, our breath steaming in the cold November air. We all had our long winter coats on, but we were still glad to get back to the welcome warmth of my central heating.
It was almost 6:30 now; time to start getting our glad rags on. Viv and Sonia would definitely be dolled up to the max. They were bound to be. The fact that they were going to be meeting Reya would make sure they pulled out all the stops, and we would have to do the same. One thing was certain; the five of us were going to make a spectacular group.
Choosing our outfits was fun. Having Reya there to give us her input added an extra dimension and I have to admit I found it very exciting trying on clothes and lingerie in front of her, and I'm sure Aly did too. There was a high sexual charge in the room as we posed and preened and she made comments, some of them quite lustful. She really did have the hots for us.
'I love your blonde pubes, Aly. YOU'RE not a peroxide blonde, are you?
'Nope, it's all natural. I have Swedish grandparents on my mum's side. They were both very blonde.'
I love that about her too. Every hair on her body is a pale flaxen colour, and amazingly fine and downy. It's just beautiful.
Reya was very much taken with a very sheer white bra and pants I tried on, and so I chose them, with a pair of my favourite flesh-coloured hold-ups, while Aly's choice was black and lacy, with suspenders, and stockings with a very deep welt, which looked great on her lovely legs.
I chose a stretchy, figure-hugging, above the knee wool dress in a rich olive green -- a colour that goes really well with my hair - with a roll-neck, and long sleeves. It was definitely a winter dress, but still very sexy, and I completed the outfit with a pair of zip up ankle boots with a 10cm stiletto heel -- I was trying to make up for a height deficit, after all.
I thought I looked good, and so did Reya, but Aly, as usual, stole the show. Her dress, which she'd bought during the week in anticipation of going out on the town, was amazing. It had a flesh coloured ("nude") under layer, which just allowed a faint hint of her black underwear to show through, covered with faux-lace in some stretchy material. It had a scoop neckline and long sleeves, and came down to just below the knee - and it fit her like a glove. On her tall figure, with her subtle, slinky curves, it was stunning. I was speechless.