"I could really do with a fuck Polly," said Bernard. "I have been thinking about you all day."
"I could do with a good deep screw too" thought Polly but that rules my hubby out. She smiled at him. Polly informed him that Lord and Lady Drake were having an informal gathering for the whole village and that it would be polite to show their faces for a couple of hours. It was not to be a grand dinner party so there was no need to dress up, the hosts had not wanted the villagers to feel uncomfortable by making it a grand affair and so everyone was under strict instructions to wear casual clothing such as jeans and jumpers. Bernard wasn't at all happy.
Polly thought it might be nice to "get to know" Lord Drake. She also wandered if the young leggy slut called Lucy would be there who she had heard about as a spectacular shag from some of her young male acquaintances around the village. Bernard said he was ready to go and that he really couldn't be bothered but if she wanted to go he would always support her. Polly didn't bother to thank him. She changed into tight contour hugging jeans which she had to admit made her look so hot when she stood there topless admiring her smooth toned stomach and huge firm tanned tits. Her tiny sexy red lace bra didn't even nearly contain those huge globes but simply put them on display and pulled them together slightly. A tight grey t shirt showed 2 or 3 inches of toned stomach and she squeezed it over her cans so that it was clinging to those assets and emphasised just how big they were on her sexy toned frame. It made her look more like a porn star than a local housewife. A stylish white jumper transformed her into a curvy sex bomb dressed respectably for the night ahead.
There was a healthy crowd mingling when Bernard and Polly arrived and they were introduced to various couples. Most people were dressed very casually, as instructed by the esteemed hosts, but one young woman captured everyone's gaze. She had long dark hair and smiley, flirtatious dark eyes but what grabbed the attention was her legs. Her tight black mini skirt clung to her young firm backside and her endless legs were crossed high, one over the other and had men adjusting their gaze to focus on her legs at every opportunity.
" Do you know who Miss legs over there is? She is certainly attracting attention," Polly asked her husband.
"Who dear?"
"Don't pretend you haven't noticed the girl with endless legs over there honey?"
Bernard spluttered and looked embarrassed before confirming that he preferred his wife's legs and he did not know her.
"Of course you prefer mine honey but mine are covered up tonight but I think I will introduce myself so why don't you go and chat with Bill over there and you can mingle." She strolled off without waiting for a response.
As she strolled over Polly locked eyes with her pretty rival who crossed, uncrossed and then re-crossed her endless legs, a flicker of amusement and triumph on the girl's face as Polly's eyes were drawn down to admire Lucy's tight toned, long thighs.
"You must be Lucy," Polly said whilst totally ignoring the other woman sitting there.
"Yes I am, it must be the legs, had you heard about them from some of the young men you..."
Polly smiled and interrupted: "Lucy, I expected them to be long and sexy but they are spectacular legs and that mini skirt, wow!"
"I had the best legs at university and between you and me fucked my way to a first, and now I have fucked my way to a great investment banking job in the city which will pay me loads. Even the famous Mrs Urquhart can't compete with me," she smiled. "I presume you are Mrs Urquhart?"
"Why do you think that I must be Mrs Urquhart, Lucy?"
"Well, my sources tell me the famous Polly Urquhart has auburn hair, green eyes and mountainous firm tits. Judging from the fact that your tits got here 2 seconds before you did, even if they are locked away in that jumper, I presumed you must be my main competition. But judging from the way your husband has been staring at my legs since he came in, I think if I snapped my fingers he would follow me home like a little puppy and fuck me senseless."
Polly laughed. "You are welcome to try to get a performance like that out of Bernard but he tends to shoot the moment he is inside me. Maybe I am just too hot?" she said crossing her tight denim clad legs as high as Lucy to emphasise her incredibly toned, shapely thighs.
"I hear you like 'em, now what is the phrase, young, hung and full..."
"Lucy dear, if I wanted to compete with you, outgun you, all I would have to do is pull my jumper off, we would see where the eyes of the room were focused then. What size are yours, pert little b cups?"
Suddenly the other woman at the table intervened: "Girls, girls, can't we just accept you are both stunning women with different err, attributes?"
Polly smiled at her: "Are you saying her legs are better than mine?"
"Err, well Polly, its just I have heard about your, erm, breasts and they do seem rather large."
Lucy turned to face the other woman and sneered: "I am sure those bouncing boobs are all that is in your husband's mind when he is trying to fuck you?"
"I beg your pardon young lady!"
