Tina Carson scanned the room as she waited patiently for her turn to be served at the bar. She was on another night out with the girls from work, organised as per usual by her friend Mandy who had decided that they should try out the new retro bar that had just opened in town. The theme was meant to be a fusion of the swinging sixties and the glam rock era of the seventies. Tina wasn't sure if the mix worked that well but it certainly appeared to be the general age of the people it had attracted!
It was when she turned back to see if she was any nearer to getting served that she became aware of someone standing close beside her. She looked sideways to see a man ogling her breasts. It took him a while to realise that she was now looking at him.
"Alright darling, come here often," he said leering into her face, giving her the full force of his beery breath.
"Hardly," Tina replied frostily, "seeing as this is the opening night!"
"Oh yeah ... right," he said, looking around desperately whilst he struggled to think of something more to say.
"Can I get you a drink?" he blurted out, an idea coming to him at last.
"I don't think so," Tina replied haughtily, "besides, I don't think my husband would be too pleased if you did."
"Oh ... right, see you later then," the man said taking his rebuttal as his cue to leave as quickly as possible.
Tina turned her attention back to the job in hand and after finally getting served she returned to her friends with their drinks.
"Managed to tear yourself away from Romeo then?" Mandy taunted, she being Tina's work colleague and best friend.
"Very funny, I don't think," Tina replied forcefully. "You know what; I always seem to attract older men, never the young hunks. I've no idea why?"
"Must be your motherly looks," Mandy said with a cheeky smile.
"Yeah, something like that," Tina replied sadly, not even bothering to respond to the mild ribbing of her friend. Her mind was already wandering and as the conversation around her turned to other things her thoughts drifted back in time and in particular to her first encounter with an older, married man.
TINA'S STORY
I looked at myself in the wardrobe door mirror. I was pretty sure that I looked okay but I wasn't certain if mother would agree with me.
I smoothed my hands over my black skirt, reaching the hem about mid way down my shapely thighs. It was short. I chewed on my lower lip and contemplated whether mother would consider it too short and therefore too revealing.
It was the day of the Astle's Christmas Charity Party. This was an annual event when the Astle's, a fairly wealthy and prominent family in our town threw open the doors to their large home and held a fund raising event.
Not only would they invite all their friends and business associates but also the entire neighbourhood that lived down Two Mile Lane. And that included our family. We lived at one end and they lived at the other. It was funny that it was still called Two Mile Lane as it was probably not even a mile long now. I suppose seventy odd years of urbanisation including splitting it with a trunk road had put paid to that bit of nostalgia.
I'd turned eighteen this year so I was hopeful that my parents would treat me as an adult for the first time and let me drink alcohol at the party. In reality I'd already tasted it but they weren't to know that. The only drawback was that these parties could be a bit boring for a teenager. I'd realised that a couple of years ago. Too old to play kids games and not old enough to be treated seriously as an adult. Maybe this year would be different.
I smoothed on my thigh high stockings, a first for me, and slipped on my brand new 4" stiletto heel shoes, a belated birthday present to myself, bought using money gifted to me. I thought I looked pretty good.
"Tina, are you ready yet?" The strident tones of my mother shouting up from downstairs made me jump.
"Yeah, nearly," I yelled back as I turned my attention to finding the sweater I had selected to wear. I finally located it and pulled it over my head. It moulded itself around my breasts. It was a bit tight and I wondered if I was still growing in the chest department. I messed about with my long blonde hair until I felt it was okay. Then I touched up my lipstick. I normally didn't wear much makeup.
"Tina, come on, we have to go ... now!" Mother's strident tones once more echoed up the stairs.
I had no idea why she was in such a hurry to get there. It was barely eleven o'clock in the morning and it was well known that these parties usually went on into the early hours of the following day.
BOB'S STORY
God but I was bored. We'd been the first here, as per usual. And no doubt we'd be the last to leave if my wife April had her way. It was almost embarrassing. The party invite said eleven am. We were stood on the Astle's front doorstep at ten minutes to eleven. Even the Astle's seemed embarrassed for us. Well for me really. The social faux pas just washed over my wife's head, as she said with a little giggle, "are we the first to arrive?"
My bad mood had been lifted briefly when our neighbours from across the street arrived about an hour later. With them was their eighteen year old daughter Tina. And she looked great!
Even though she was now an object of my unrequited lust, I had known Tina since she was a little girl. Her parents had moved into the house opposite me and April twelve years previously and I had watched her grow up. From the precocious little snotty nosed kid to the gawky, gangly teenager, Tina had now blossomed into a fine young lady. She had been a late developer, having no breasts to speak of at sixteen but her chest had exploded in the last couple of years to become the delightful and bra busting, tight sweater filling size they were now.
It had been quite a few weeks since I'd seen her and even then she'd only been in her very unflattering work clothes. But now she was all dressed up and even wearing high heels, I really liked what I saw.
Okay she wasn't beautiful by any stretch of the imagination but there was a pretty, fresh faced, homely quality about her that made her look quite attractive. There was no brashness in her teenage looks and she had a lively personality that I genuinely had always found endearing.
Appearance wise she was blessed with long, naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. Her lips were full and although she normally didn't wear a lot of makeup, today she was wearing a bright red lipstick, which really suited her. I also noticed that her nails were varnished the same colour.
She disappeared soon after they arrived as her parents did the rounds of all the other rooms. I took a glance at my watch. It was getting close to one o'clock and I was hungry. Was it too early to leave? I hadn't wanted to come to the party but April had insisted. It would be rude not to go she had said; everyone who is anyone will be present. My wife was quite the social animal, always hovering on the periphery of the 'in' crowd, desperately wanting to be accepted.
I took a quick glance at April again. She was in deep conversation with that pretentious prick Tarquin Quintrell or whatever he liked to call himself these days. I'd known him by his real name of Kevin Turvey. He seemed to have conveniently forgotten that I was at school with him. Fucking arsehole!
And then suddenly there she was. She had wandered back into the room and joined a group of people standing just a few feet away from me. I now had a close up and unobstructed view of young Tina. I relaxed myself back into the deep cushions of the sofa and took stock.
I started with her legs. I've always been a 'leg man' especially when they are combined with high heel shoes. I am a sucker for the subtle curve of a solid thigh, together with the sensuous shapeliness of the calf and the exquisite slimness of the ankle especially when the whole thing is encased in sheer stockings and finished off with a pair of extremely high heels shoes, preferably stilettos. And to me Tina's legs fulfilled all of this and more.
I let my gaze wander up her legs. She was wearing a tight black skirt that clung enticingly to her thighs and moulded itself around her shapely arse. I nodded inwardly to myself. Ah yes, her bum was divine as well! The skirt was almost obscenely too short but it did display a pleasingly large amount of her toned thighs, which were sheathed in sheer looking stockings or tights; I didn't know which although I hoped it was the former.
I moved my gaze higher. Her top was a red, vee neck sweater, which fitted tightly around her large, perky breasts with the vee revealing a delicious amount of her already well developed and entrancing cleavage. I figured her boobs were around a 36C or 34D. I wasn't sure which. Not that it mattered much. They looked more than a handful and that was fine by me.
I sighed longingly to myself. Only an eighteen year old could get away with that look. No sagging and no wrinkles, just fresh faced, nubile and oh so very desirable. I suddenly wished I was younger. What I wouldn't give to have her sumptuous legs wrapped around my neck as I sucked the life out of her sweet pussy lips. I could feel my cock was leaving a wet patch in my boxers and I chided himself.
I adjusted my discomfort and settled back further into the sofa. I took a quick sideways glance at my wife who was still sitting next to me. She'd once had a body nearly as fit as Tina's. But the passing of the years combined with a succession of increasingly bizarre fad diets and a fondness for alcohol had left her so painfully thin that her tits and arse had all but vanished. And she was still on a diet and I couldn't for the life of me understand why. Add to that her change in attitude towards me and I honestly didn't know why we were still together. We had no kids keeping us that way. I suppose we were both just too lazy to start all over again on our own.
I scanned the large living room just to make sure my ogling of Tina wasn't being noticed by anyone else before my eyes came back to feast yet again on her body. Well at least there's something attractive to look at I mused. I glanced back at her legs. I don't think I would ever tire of looking at them and I was just loving her high heel stilettos. They were really showcasing her legs to their best.
