I had gone out shopping, leaving Steve at home working in the garden and planning to do a bit of sunbathing once he had finished.
I was dressed in a yellow strappy top with built-in support for my breasts, a white skirt that reached midway down my thighs and a pair of low heeled shoes that would remain comfortable while I was shopping. Although it was a hot sunny day and I had been tempted to go without underwear, I had decided to wear a thong under my skirt.
While I was wandering around the shops I bumped into our friend Ann and we had decided to shop together. Ann was wearing a white blouse through which a half-cup bra and the darker shade of her nipples could be seen. Her skirt was a black mini-skirt that was a couple of inches shorter than mine.
After an hour or so trying on clothes and shoes we called in at a pub for a drink and a late lunch. While we were sitting at a table waiting for our lunches to arrive two men walked up to the bar and whilst the first ordered their drinks the second scanned the bar. When he reached our table his eyes lingered on us for a brief moment but then he continued his scan. I turned to Ann and it was obvious that she had also seen the guy checking us out.
Our lunches arrived and after we finished them Ann went up to the bar to get some more drinks. The guy who had checked us out said something to her but she just smiled and shook her head then came back to the seats with the drinks.
When she sat down she told me that the two men had asked if they could join us but she had told them no because we were having a girls day out. She commented on how attractive they both were and I noticed that her nipples were now more prominent. We continued to chat and Ann kept glancing over to the two men and fidgeting on her seat. The table was between us so I couldn't see what she was doing.
I needed to go to the toilet so I excused myself. On my way back I had to walk past the two men at the bar. When I reached them I looked over towards Ann and was shocked because I could see right up her skirt, which seemed to have ridden quite a way up her legs. Also, she was sitting with her legs slightly separated and I could see her white panties - no the wonder the two men were still standing happily at the bar staring at our table.
When I got back to the table I sat down next to Ann and asked her what she thought she was doing. She told me that her husband, Phil, had been away working in America for a week and wasn't due back for another three weeks. She said she was missing him and was feeling frisky so she was having a little fun. I decided we ought to get out of there before the guys decided they wanted to take it further.
As Phil was away I invited Ann back to our house and she agreed. She had come shopping by taxi so we made our way to my car to drive home. On the way home Ann started talking about flashing the guys in the pub, saying how much fun it had been and that she might have to try it again sometime. As she was saying this I noticed her hand move up her thigh, raising her skirt with it. Eventually her skirt was above her knickers and she opened her thighs and her hand dropped between them. Glancing down I could see her gentle stroking her vagina through her knickers. I looked back to her face and saw that she had her head back and her eyes closed. She was chewing on her bottom lip and every so often her tongue would emerge to lick her lips. I was finding it a bit distracting but got my attention back onto the road.
As we turned the corner to enter the road where we live I coughed and I could sense a slight surprise as Ann realised where she was (in a car with me). As we were slowing down I looked across at her and she had a slight blush to her face, whether from arousal or embarrassment I wasn't sure, but she did look at me a bit sheepishly and apologised for getting carried away. It was odd, but I'd never really considered Ann's sex drive. I was aware that Phil frequently went away on business and just assumed that it wasn't a problem for her.
As we pulled into our drive Ann made herself presentable. We walked into the house together and Ann followed me into the kitchen where I went to fill the kettle to make some tea. When we reached the kitchen we could see into the garden and I noticed Steve stretched out on a lounger. He had worked hard while I had been out, mowing the lawn, pruning the shrubs and weeding the flower beds, and he was obviously enjoying his well-earned rest.