Author's notes: This is a fictional story and any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All depictions are of people eighteen or older. I want to give a big shout out and thank you to my editor Bunkerhill who did a great job. Fair warning: There are multiple penetrations including anal depicted. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Eve's Girl's Night Out
After having showered and accomplished all the things that ladies do, Eve stood in front of the mirror surveying herself and sighed. Her modest bra and granny panties made her look, indeed, like the granny she was. Even the ugly slip she put on next didn't help and Eve finally pulled the dress over her head hiding her ugly slip, modest bra and granny panties.
The dress was one of those simple summer dresses that all the grannies wore. It was tight at the bodice, zippered in the back, flared out over the hips and ended a couple of inches below her knee. Usually the only thing these dresses accented was the extra pounds on the hips, and cleavage that is obviously appropriate for a granny. She did, indeed, have three grandchildren although she wasn't an old, gray haired, overweight and frumpy granny.
To the contrary she was slim and trim as any woman half her age. She had married and had her first child, a girl, at twenty-one, right out of college. Her daughter had also married at twenty-one and given her two of the grandchildren, aged two and four. Her second, a son, was married when he was twenty-four with a two year old. Yet at just fifty, she still had a gorgeous figure.
It was, of course, due to her eating properly both in quality and quantity and her exercise regimen which was extreme. On the other hand, the fact her husband was an executive of a Fortune 100 firm, making boatloads of money which allowed her the advantage of medical assistance, didn't hurt.
Her medically enhanced breasts, hidden by the ugly granny bra, were magnificent. They defied gravity and stuck straight out of her chest. Each breast was topped by a large pink areola and sported a long, hard, and erect nipple. So hard, in fact, these nipples seemed to be straining to get out and were readily visible even through the hideous bra. She had no paunch and her stomach slopped gently down to the mound of her sex. Eve had much preferred being silky smooth down there since college. Some time ago, sick of the inconvenience and pain of waxing, Eve had electrolysis done to her pubic area, legs and underarms. The few thousand dollars and multiple painful sessions were well worth it. Her legs were firm, smooth and toned and her entire body tanned. Finally her butt was still rounded and tight. All of this was the result of her diet, heavy workouts and a little assistance from her surgeon.
As she stood before the full length mirror, sadly, all of this was hidden beneath the repulsive dress, granny panties, ugly bra, dreadful slip, horrid granny stockings and revolting granny shoes. This was all because of the need to keep up appearances, to be a respectable granny.
Eve grabbed her purse from her dresser and stopped to see that she had her keys.
"Girl's Night Out, right?" Her husband said, startling her.
Smiling, she kissed his cheek and replied with an, "mmm."
"Have a good time," he said as she started down the stairs.
"I will, thanks Herb," she replied.
Eve then drove to Sally's house, a couple of minutes away. They had been friends since college and Sally was one of the three female Musketeers. Eve, Sally and Jane were all sorority sisters and had become lifelong friends.
Girl's Night Out was something they had started to do once a month after Jane's divorce some five years ago. All of them had married well, so Jane's divorce settlement had left her well off. Sally's hubby, Albert, was also a high executive but he liked the booze too much. Sally more often than not had to help him to bed or if he was too far gone throw a blanket over him on the La-Z-Boy. As Eve was, all three of these ladies still had magnificent bodies again because of diet, workouts and modern medical science.
Eve pulled into the driveway and Sally almost ran to the car. Dressed similarly to Eve, Sally slipped into the seat, shut the door and screamed, "The son of a bitch is half trashed already."
Eve shook her head and could only say, "Sorry."
They drove to Jane's in silence.
There was no need to knock and they just walked into Jane's, who they found in her kitchen sipping a cup of tea naked as the day she was born.
As one they all shouted, "Girl's Night Out."
At this point they all rushed up stairs to the master bedroom. They took their pre-prepared dress bag, hanging in the main walk-in closet, and each went to an individual separate bedroom. After a few minutes Jane knocked on her own bedroom door and called, "Ready?"
"Ready," Eve replied.
"Wait, not yet," Sally responded.
"Well hurry the fuck up bitch," Jane replied.
"Fuck you," Sally shouted back. After about a minute Sally continued, "Ok, now I'm ready."
At that point all three opened their respective doors and stepped into the common room. Gone were the granny dresses. Gone were the ugly bras, hideous slips, granny panties and granny hose. Three gorgeous, mature women were dressed in outfits that screamed, "I'm here to be fucked."
Eve had a backless, black dress with halter top held on with only a spaghetti strap tied behind her neck. The halter part was small and showed ample side boob. The fabric was clingy and outlined her breasts, her erect nipples making little tents. The skirt part of the dress went almost to her knee. It was skin tight over her ass with a slit up the center of her left leg from hem to her waist. Her matching stiletto high heels rounded out the ensemble. Except for the lacy thigh high stocking top, fully exposed through the slit, it was obvious she had nothing else on under the dress.
Sally had a sleeveless, short mini, backless, sheath dress, in red, with halter neck and deep V that showed plenty of delightful side boob. A slit up the side, also from hem to waist revealed she too, had nothing else under the dress. Matching stiletto heels also rounded out her ensemble.
Jane's dress was a green, backless, mini dress only a few inches below her pussy with slits up both sides from hem to waist. The dress was so tight that the slits never came together keeping her hips constantly exposed. The halter neck deep V was so low it exposed her navel. Her matching stiletto heels also topped off her ensemble. Not only did it readily reveal she sported nothing underneath, she would spend the evening randomly revealing what was underneath.
"Well, Eve wins the frumpy grandmother dress award," Sally teased.
"Don't you have any tits in there?" Jane laughed.
"Oh," growled Eve and then held up her car keys smiling. She was driving tonight.
They all climbed into her car unable and uninterested in maintaining any form of modesty. Their destination was a bar three towns over and would take them an hour to get to. This was the reason for their starting Girl's Night Out in the late afternoon. After much spirited conversation and teasing they arrived midway through happy hour. At this point, they did readjust themselves to be modest enough, at least not to be arrested for public lewdness and entered the bar. It had a good crowd of mostly younger well-dressed men, since a couple of fortune 500 firms were in the area.
All eyes turned to them and at that moment the noise subsided, exactly the reaction the three ladies were looking for. They then treated the bar as a runway.
Eve led off. Smiling, she stepped out confidently, her back straight and shoulders back thrusting her bosom forward. The luscious, soft, clingy fabric of her halter caressed her tits and felt silky and luxurious. This and the sexy bouncing of her tits as she walked hardened her nipples even more. With each step the fabric of her skirt parted and exposed her entire left leg and hip. The fabric stroked her inner thigh above her thigh highs and even tantalized the very edges of her pussy. Oh, how she loved the soft caress of the fabric and the thrilling sensation of her pussy hinting that it too may be exposed. As she walked she became more and more excited. The overt lust filled stares of the men and some of the women thrilled her and stoked the already hot coals of her hunger. Her pussy burned to be used and wet her inner thighs as she walked. Through the smell of colognes, perfumes and stale beer she caught the musky scent of desire and lust. Eve reveled in the stares, these gaping mouths that desired her, that wanted to undress her, that wanted to take her. They affirmed to her that she was still desirable.
Each of them, one at a time, unhurriedly took their runway walk. From the front of the bar they strolled, all eyes on them only a quiet murmuring in the background. Each woman became more and more excited with each step in anticipation of what they planned to do that evening. By the time they all got to the vacant table with four chairs near the back, they were all wet, their thighs and pussies glistening. As they arrived each took a seat. The empty chair next to Jane was immediately filled with a young man, thirtyish, who was very handsome and very interested in Jane.
A waitress approached, young, heavily tattooed and pierced with tousled blue hair. She wore a sleeveless white tank top, two sizes too small, cut off half way between the bottom of her somewhat saggy tits and her navel. Of course, she was braless and her hard bejeweled nipples made not very subtle bumps in the fabric. That fabric was very thin and her large dark areolas were more than just hinted at underneath. Her bottom was covered with a red string bikini thong, loosely tied on each side and sagging so low in the front that the top of her pussy was almost in view. Obviously she was attempting to be sexy to get bigger tips but to Eve she just came off as slutty.
The waitress began to take their orders and as they placed their orders another man pulled a chair up beside Sally and both men offered to pay for the drinks.
Jane ordered a screwdriver to the giggles of all three, Sally a Mimosa and Eve a Chardonnay. Each of the men now began to engage the one they were sitting with. Eve smiled, loving the attention her lifelong friends were getting.
Jane and the young man sitting next to her seemed to be chatting spiritedly. Soon some physical playfulness erupted as the man impishly seemed to be attempting to put his finger in the fabric of the deep V to get a good look at Jane's tits.
Half way through her screwdriver Jane nodded vigorously to the gentleman.
Eve heard Jane say, "I have to be back here by nine so I can catch my ride home. You don't live far from here do you?"
The gentleman shook his head vigorously no.
Turning to Eve, Jane said as she rose from her seat, "I'll be back by nine."
Sally wasn't far behind and Eve was soon left alone. She wasn't worried. Closing her eyes she centered her breathing and sure enough opened her eyes again as two young men sat down one on each side of her.
