It was a warm night in August and Denise had decided that we were going to have a barbecue in the back garden as all the kids and their boyfriends were out for the night. One of Denise's friends from work, Mark, was coming over.
About 7 ish, Denise went up to get changed and came down in one of her flowing summer dresses. Anyway, I went outside and fired up the barbecue and Denise prepared the food in the kitchen. She brought it outside and we sat at the top of the garden, I was drinking a beer and Denise had popped the cork on a bottle of champagne... Her mission was to drink it.
We had eaten and Denise had drunk at least half of the champagne and was starting to get quite merry... We were joined by Mark, about 35, tall and slim and we sat talking for a bit, getting more and more drunk.
We were listening to music and Denise was dancing on the decking, providing me with the occasional flash of her thighs as she spun and twirled to the music. She drank more of the champagne and her dancing got a bit more flirty with a bit more thigh on show.
About 10 minutes later, after all the champagne had gone, Mark said that he was going to go to the off licence to get some more drinks. We had plenty of beer left but he had noticed that Denise's glass was empty. Denise then pulled the hem of her dress up and tied the bottom of it so that it was really short and showing plenty of thigh and when she raised her arms I was sure I caught a glimpse of her arse cheeks... After a few minutes we heard a knock at the front door which we had locked. I went down the garden and into the house. As I walked through the kitchen I could just make out Denise at the top of the garden still dancing and swaying to the music. I opened the front door and standing there was Mark with more drink. I noticed that he had a bottle of prosecco with him. I asked him in and told him that we were still at the top of the garden. I went on ahead and shouted to Denise to tell her so that she could adjust her dress.
She didn't, she just shouted back that he must dance with her. As we walked up the garden she was still dancing and her dress was as short as it was when I left her. Mark looked a bit awkward but kept it to himself. He opened the bottle he was holding and asked if anyone wanted a drink. I was OK but Denise said she would. She walked over to him and took the bottle and swigged from it and then started laughing...