Things with Pete had been going great. He was still wanking most nights with my panties. It had become a sexy routine for us. Me standing playing with myself outside his door.
Pete had a group of 6 friends, roughly the same age, round every couple of weeks to play poker downstairs in the basement room. Occasionally, if I was in the house, I would head down to watch and top up their drinks. They were always laughing and having a good time. Swapping stories about everything, including their latest sexual exploits. Amazing how much sex these old guys get up to, and with much younger ladies!
That day, I had been out shopping. It had been ages since I had treated myself and, of course, I needed to invest in a few new pairs of lace panties. I had bought a new dress and some heels, having been invited to the staff party next weekend. I was hoping Eddie and Terry might like it, and I could give them both a present later in the evening. The dress was dark red, short, and off the shoulder. My shoes were a little higher than I'd like, but the salesgirl had called them 'fuck me' heels when I'd asked her opinion! Well, that's what I hoped I would end up with at the end of the night.
Letting myself into the house, I heard lots of laughter coming from downstairs. I put my shopping into my room and headed down. The guys were all sitting round the poker table with Pete at the head.
"Hey Tina, how are you beautiful?" Doug asked. He was in his late 50s, tanned, handsome and clearly worked out.
"I'm good thanks, just been shopping for an outfit for a work night out next weekend."
"How did it go?" Another of Pete's friends, Tom asked.
"I got a nice dress and some new heels, such a long time since I've got dressed up."
"Sure, you'll turn a few heads honey!"
"I'm counting on it Tom! But hoping I'll get bought a few drinks. That has almost wiped me my bank account out." I replied, laughing.
I got myself a beer and sat down, watching the poker game, and joining in with their banter.
Jason launched into a story. "Fuck guys, I was at O'Neil's Steak House this week, the server was almost bursting out of her blouse. My dick was straining thinking about having that piece of ass over the table, right there and then. I swear she was giving me the eye!"
All the guys laughed, Pete replying "Yeah probably thinking about the money you'd leave her as a tip Dude!"
Everyone was feeling pretty good, having had a few more beers. "Hey, I'm just gonna run upstairs and get another round of beers" I said. When I came back down, Pete suggested I go and try on my new outfit and come back down to show them.
