"How long has it been Carol?" He asked her.
"Thirty years?" She pondered, trying to think back all those years.
He held her at arms length and looked at his long lost friend, as they danced slowly around the dance floor. She was still very attractive, with her now gray short hair, but as ever with that inviting smile, and those wonderful breasts. Ah! Her wonderful breasts, now a little heavier, but they were as he remembered them, always her crowning glory. "You look wonderful." He told her with relish, meaning every word.
"For an old woman?" She laughed with an enquiring smile, smiling at him in the way she use to do, when she wanted something, and with a voice that had surprisingly not changed over the years.
"But how did you know it was me?" he wanted to know, now pulling her closer to him and feeling her delicious soft body next to his.
"I'm staying at my cousin's place. You remember Lois, don't you? Well, she's on the committee for this dance, and she said you'd be here. And you haven't changed John, not one bit. You know, I'd have recognized you anywhere!"
"You are too kind Carol. But tell me all. Are you married again? I did hear that you were on your third or fourth husband." She laughed and said it was only her third.
"When I went to Australia, I was running away from a complete disaster. He was a doctor I met at the hospital over here. As you know, it's every nurse's dream to marry a doctor. Well, he turned out to be bloody awful, so in the end I divorced him, and emigrated to start up a new life. In Perth I met a very nice older man called Burt, who was lonely, and very well set up, so I just married him there and then."
"Sort of, well hung, kind of set up?"
"No silly! Wealthy, and done well for himself." She laughed. "Mark you, he did like his sex, and never left me alone for more than a day or two incase it healed up!" she giggled dirtily.
"So you fucked him to death did you?"
"Oh don't! He did really have a wonky heart, the poor thing, and it did for him in the end I'm afraid." She sighed, and John felt there was some genuine remorse for the demise of poor old Burt.
"Any family?"
"A boy from my first marriage. He's in the Merchant Navy and will soon have his own ship. I'm very proud of him."
The music stopped and people were moving off the dance floor. "And the latest hubby, where is he then?"
"Oh, Norman? He's up in Scotland, on a golfing trip with a couple of cronies. I shall go up and join him in a few days time."
"Should we take a seat?" John asked her.
"No, lets just dance some more, I like to feel you close like this." With which she pulled him even closer to her warm body clothed in a beautiful long blue silk dress. "I soon wont be able to sit down at all if you keep rubbing your lovely self up against me like that." John smiled, feeling how he was only a filament of silky material away from almost loving her.
"Better sit down till the next dance. People will start and stare." He proposed, walking off the dance floor and to a vacant table.
"Do you remember how we met?" he asked her as they sat down.
The night you took my virginity away? I'm hardly likely to forget that am I?" She lent forward and took his hand in hers, and squeezed it tenderly.
"I found you in a pub with another girl having a drink." He recalled.
"And you told me some time later, that you chose me because you thought you stood more of a chance with the plain one!"
"I never did!" he protested strongly, almost blushing.
"Yes you did! You told me that your motto was, always pick the ugly one of a pair, and be thankful for small mercies!" she laughed loudly, and her lovely breasts shook in unison at her merriment.
"That's an awful thing to say! I'm sure I never told you that."
