As a painter and decorator I often get the chance to meet some nice housewives, occasionally engaging in flirty chat as my mind wanders further than perhaps theirs do. Most are appreciative of my work which makes it even easier to engage them in conversation and as most of my work is in the local area, I occasionally see customers out and about and say hello. As I am often up a step ladder I get some great views down cleavage and I'm sure some stand and talk knowing that they are giving me a nice view of their tits. Occasionally some become very flirty and suggestive but being a happily married man I've never taken advantage of those situations. Perhaps I would have if any of the more attractive customers would have given the same signals.
On the weekly mid-week evening out I have with my friend, conversation often includes mention of any attractive females I've seen during my work.
One particular job was the decorating of a hallway, requiring the use of stepladders as well as the stairs in the hallway. The family was a typical two parent two kids, with the housewife at home most times. She had a pleasant demeanour, friendly decent personality, good looks, smartly cut dark brown hair that framed her face without being very long, a nice smile, nice eyes nose and mouth, shapely figure and a generous bust. I am 5'9 and I guessed I was at least 6 inches taller her, her two kids almost as tall as her. She was always dressed smart-casual and almost always with at least a hint of cleavage showing, sometimes rather more than just a hint over the three and a half days I was there. Always in jeans I didn't get to see her legs but what I could see was a shapely bottom and nice thighs hugged by the jeans, and beautiful shapely generous tits down the front of her tops. I guessed she was in her mid-30s but she looked younger with her pretty face, good figure, and lack of height.
Amongst various things discussed in conversation we revealed our names and those of our family.
During one evening out drinking with my friend, Julie walked into the pub with another woman. We exchanged smiles and hellos as they passed us on the way to the bar, with Dave asking me who they were. I explained Julie was a recent customer but I didn't know who her friend was.
Julie was obviously explaining to her friend who I was as they kept glancing over in our direction as they ordered their drinks.
Julie wore smart figure hugging jeans and a tight top, not revealing much cleavage this time but hugging her body to reveal the fine shape of her impressive tits, and some smart low heeled shoes showing the tops of her bare feet. Her friend was only slightly taller, and dressed quite similar but without the pretty face and impressive figure, seemingly smaller in the chest department and a little overweight in the legs hips and bottom.
They stood about halfway between us and the bar and Dave suggested they had positioned themselves to check if we wanted to go and talk to them. We kept glancing over at them, occasionally noticing them glancing at us. Two younger guys approached them and chatted for a short while before wandering off, Dave laughingly suggesting they'd bounced them in their quest for experience over youth. As we were almost empty I suggested we both go over and say hello and maybe offer to buy them a drink.
So we did. I opened the conversation with Julie, asking how things were with her hallway to which she was very complimentary, with her friend saying she could also do with a quote. We started to chat them up, Dave getting on quite well with her friend and Julie being as relaxed and friendly as she was in her home. We established that they occasionally went out for a drink together, about once a month, but usually nearer to where her friend lived.
I offered to get everyone a drink but they declined saying they had to go, so we said our goodbyes, with Dave and I reflecting on our fairly brief encounter with them.
It turned out Dave lived near Carol, and about a month later we were in the pub near his house, playing in the empty pool room. Dave went to the bar and saw Julie and Carol, bringing them back into the pool room from the almost deserted bar area.
We exchanged hellos and agreed the pub was becoming more and more deserted over time, and then Dave suggested we pair up for a game of pool. They both declared their lack of ability but we encouraged them to play, Julie partnering me. Dave and I coached their play, using descriptive comments about how to hold the cue until the double entendre chat extended into outright mention of gripping hard cocks. Everyone was laughing but what was even more enjoyable for me and Dave was that, every time they bent to take a shot, Dave and I were positioned to see down their tops. They seemed to be unaware, often looking at each other from the side or behind, watching the attempt to line up a ball. Both had tops that overhung their jeans. Carol had a blue top and a blue bra, smallish tits. Julie had a white top and white bra, the sight of her wonderful tits causing us to delay her shot as often as we could. After 3 rounds of drinks and 4 cock-hardening games the girls declared they had to leave.
We both congratulated ourselves on getting to see the tits of two married women while their husbands were probably looking after their kids, oblivious of the attention their wives were receiving and the sights they were displaying.
Dave was of the opinion that Carol enjoyed the flirting and the glint in her eye and regular smiles leading him to believe she might be up for a little more activity. I wasn't so sure about Julie, believing she was just being pleasant and having an enjoyable evening out without realising the admiration her tits were quite rightly receiving. But I was pleased that Dave seemed to be latching on to Carol instead of Julie despite him mentioning how much he'd enjoyed looking at Julie's tits.
We saw them again, 5 weeks later, at the pub nearer to Julie and I, and greeted each other as though we were friends that had agreed to meet. This was on a Tuesday night this time and it turned out that their husbands and kids went to watch midweek home games of the local football team so they had decided to go for a drink in addition to the monthly Wednesdays. We chatted for quite a long time and arranged to meet a fortnight later when the local team was at home again, and followed that up with a meeting the following week on their monthly Wednesday slot.
We chatted about all kinds of things and each time got to a point where some flirting or sexual innuendo was brought into conversation. Dave was good at telling jokes, and seeing the girls laughing with us was even more encouragement for us to spend time with them. He started to introduce bad language and sex into his jokes, and at one point asked for clarification that they wouldn't be telling these jokes to their husbands, to which Carol confirmed that they didn't mention to their husbands any specific conversations with other people that might have occurred on their nights out.
We gave them a lift home on that particular evening, dropping the girls off first, who agreed they would tell their husbands they had shared a taxi, which occasionally happened whenever one of their husbands weren't called upon as a free taxi. For the rest of the journey Dave was adamant that Carol and Julie were both up for more fun, reminding me how they'd laughed at his dirty jokes and admitted that their husbands weren't told about us, effectively dating us the last 3 times.
I told him that I wasn't sure Julie was. Although I'd definitely not turn down any chances that might come by.
Dave hatched a plan where we were to visit a pub about halfway between our usual meeting points, and as it was halfway Dave and I would both drive. We would meet the girls at a pre-arranged pub as normal and then take a girl each to the pub he suggested, then each take that girl home on our own at the end of the evening. Because both of us were driving we would use that excuse to leave the pub a little earlier than normal. Dave's plan was obviously to be alone with Carol to test the water further.
Amazingly both girls agreed to the suggestion, causing Dave to suggest to me in a quiet moment that they had both confirmed they were prepared to lie to their husbands about how they got home, and both were prepared to spend time alone with each of us, and could possibly be actually on the look out for a bit on the side. The thought of Julie willingly accepting that she would be alone with me was very gratifying, but I was pretty sure that she was only out for a social drink with her friend rather than looking for extra-marital sex.
So we met, and once again the girls looked attractive yet casual. In fact Julie looked amazing, dark blue figure hugging jeans and a white blouse with buttons down the front that was not only thin enough to make out her bra underneath but had an almost completely see through U-shape of material above her breasts and chest, barely hiding an impressive view of cleavage.
It got to the time when Dave suggested we leave, and although the girls looked a little disappointed at leaving earlier than normal they came along anyway.
I drove Julie most of the way home before turning off into a deserted industrial estate, explaining we had better not get her home too early in case her husband compared notes with Carol's.
We sat chatting for a while before Julie eventually asked if we could go home. I drew the conclusion that if either of them was up for more action it definitely wasn't Julie, yet I'd enjoyed just being alone with her chatting to her and admiring her.
I decided to at least ask if I could make contact.
"Do you mind if I give you a goodnight kiss here rather than near your home? I'd need to act as a taxi driver nearer your home instead of a friend"
Julie laughed after my first sentence but then appeared to consider what I'd said when I finished.
"OK then," she replied, but sadly turned her cheek as she leant towards me.
