We pulled up, on time, at the postcode that the satnav had directed us to. We had to get buzzed into the farm gate and drove up a long driveway. It was strange, at the end of the driveway was a huge white wooden house, like something you'd see in an American film. It struck me as an out-of-place farm house. Off to the left were a load of out buildings. Everything was in a great state of repair, not like any British farm I'd ever seen before. There were of course a load of bikes off to one side and a few cars which we parked next to.
Taking a deep breath we shared a quick kiss and both exited the car. Then hand in hand we walked towards a group of people on the lawn. Some standing some sitting. I quickly counted around 10 people, only one was a woman, the large lady from the other day and the bike. I would guess that she was Ruth. As we got closer I also spotted the big bloke for the bar, Hose I think?
"Hi I'm Rocky" we both turned to our right and saw a tall black biker standing there with his hand out. I reached forward and shook his hand. "Err hi I'm Chris and.."
He cut me off "you must be Emily." and he grinned at her. It was a polite, pleasant smile that put us at ease.
"Oh hi Emily." suddenly a woman's voice had our attention to our left. It was the larger lady. We both smiled at them both and exchanged more pleasantries as we were steered towards the group.
Over the next hour we completely relaxed, they were lovely people, easy to chat with, had some great stories. We had fun. After the concern of what this meet up may be it was welcome relief. Rocky appeared to keep and eye on me and I Ruth was pretty much glued to Emily's side.
At some point Charlie appeared, the girl from the bar before and she said hello. I noticed her and Ruth saying something and then talking with Emily. We'd been separated a little while ago so I didn't think much of it. However a few minutes later Emily and Ruth wandered off towards a building. I made a note of if, with my alert level raising slightly but was soon re-engaged with Rocky and a group.
I guess some 30 minutes later a load of not PC wolf whistles drew my attention back towards the building that Emily had been escorted into. Turning to see what had their attention, I couldn't believe what I now saw. Emily was walking towards me on her own but boy did she look different to when she went in. Her hair was now in a ponytail, a high up ponytail. Her diamond studs were gone, replaced by silver hoops. Her blouse was replaced by black leather, sleeveless, waistcoat thing. She still had her black flowing skirt on and her shoes were still the same.
The whistles were correct and I felt so proud. She looked like a completely different woman. She almost fit in. Boy her boobs looked fantastic and by that I mean they looked huge in that new top. The top bulged out, trying to contain them, a small amount of cleave showing. Her white bra straps were showing on both sides due to the shape of the top. She wasn't really strutting towards me, she was almost shuffling, with her head down. I'm guessing embarrassed at the attention she was drawing.
Just before she got to me some behind me put their hand on my shoulder and instructed me "Encourage her, she looks and is amazing. You know you want this. Encourage her." I nodded as if in a trance and the hand and voice vanished. Though I did wonder what 'this' really was.
She quickly sat down next to me and with 'Encourage her' rattling through my brain "God love you look amazing.".
Her head snapped up to me and her eyes locked onto me. She looked completely confused "Really?".
Encourage her "God yes, you look fantastic." and I looked her up and down.
Quietly so no one else could hear she asked me "I look trashy, though?".
Risky answer coming up now "Nope, I think you look great.".
Her eyebrows popped up off her head. She was clearly confused. From behind her somewhere Ruth appeared loudly asking "Well Chris what do you think?".
I smiled between Ruth and Emily "I think she looks amazing.".
"Told you he'd like it." Ruth quickly added.
Emily nodded and look at me with a big smile "Really?".
"God yes." that was the truth.
"He'd have liked it even more if you'd have done as you're told." and Ruth wondered off laughing. Emily visibly blushed at that.
"What does she mean?"
"Oh don't worry it was nothing." Emily quickly trying to brush it to one side.
"No go on, I'd love to know." a big grin from me to let her know she should continue.
"She wanted me in one of their skirts, like hers." she nodded towards the walking away Ruth and I turned to look.
I knew exactly what she meant but wanted to hear it from her mouth "You mean denim or leather?".
"Well yes, but also so short."
"Ohh, well that's not that bad." and I laughed and looked back at her.
"And she wanted me braless, like them." and this time she giggled a nervous little laugh.
I knew what the problem there was. My wife always wore a bra and I mean always. She was constantly complaining about the size of her boobs and that they needed hoisting. I disagreed with her but didn't ever push the point, she never listened. Looking at how much of her bra was sort of on display, it did look a little daft. I thought I'd play it safe and fun "Well if you want to dress as a real biker slut." and laughed.
She got the joke and slapped my arm "Hah".
We both turned back to the face the group to join back in again and I dropped a sneaky "I'd have no problem with it." really emphasizing the 'it'. Not clear myself if I was talking about going braless or becoming a biker slut.
She didn't respond, she didn't need to. I knew it was now rattling round in her brain. Probably confusing her more.
Some 10 minutes later we were separated, she was dancing again and I was mingling. They were all nice people, there was no undertone of menace or anything illegal. They were clearly on their best behaviour, or it was simply that we had the wrong end of the stick.
At one point Emily wondered back over to me to check in. "Are you really ok with me dressed like this?"
I gave her a hug and a kiss "God, yes, you look amazing and so happy. Relax and enjoy yourself."
She smiled back.
"Go put on their skirt if it makes them happy and whatever else they want."
She then frowned at me.
Quick recovery needed "What I mean is that I'm happy with whatever happens today." big meaning there that is no doubt lost on her. "We're adults, I love you, enjoy yourself." that bought a smile.
I thought I'd push it "Do whatever they want."
She raised an eyebrow questioning me "Whatever?"
