Old friends
I almost didn't go to the funeral, what a mistake that would have been. It was a grave side service, with everyone invited back to a restaurant after. I surveyed the mourners during the service. Women usually dressed up for funerals and sure enough, I spotted a blonde with a short skirt getting into a car; showing nice legs with black stockings and spike heels; which was my weakness. I would definitely look for her in the restaurant.
Damn traffic, the car she was in was already there when I got to the bar. I had wanted to see her get out of the car; childish I know but I'm a leg man. The restaurant was dark inside. When my eyes finally adjusted, and I was able to look around; she wasn't there. There was a bar in another room. I headed that way to check it out. And sure enough there she was, sitting at the bar alone. I waited a few minutes to see if she was with anybody. She had her heels hooked on the rung of the stool, hiking her skirt up revealing a lot of nylon covered leg. The more I checked her out the better she looked. She crossed her legs and, in the process, revealed the first of the darker band of her stocking tops on her exposed legs. Good god she wasn't wearing pantyhose, she had on stockings. I knew then I had to talk with her.
I hadn't seen her face yet, but she seemed vaguely familiar. I've struck out before, nothing ventured nothing gained. So, I screwed up my courage and walked up to her. I could see she was halfway thru her martini. That surely was a sign of a problem drinker, it was only two o'clock. "Buy you another?" I said and as she turned to me with a dazzling smile. I nearly fell down. It was my girlfriend of twenty years ago. The one who dumped me after leading me along, Linda.
"I was wondering if you were going to be here. I'm so glad to see you, after all these years."
She put her arms out for a hug. Her full tits were pressing against my chest.
"You won't break me, hold me close." And I did. They felt great; a least a "d" cup. But then I'm such a pig.
We kissed lightly on the cheek. She had matured nicely. The first thing I noticed after her legs was her tits. When we were dating, she was just about flat chested. The years had been good to her. Her boobs were straining her silky black blouse pushing the limit of her buttons. She turned to get a napkin; her blouse gaped open, so her black lace bra was clearly visible. She had great cleavage, just made for fucking. While her head was turned, I stole a look at her nylons, her skirt had ridden up to the point where the garter clasps were showing.
She caught me looking at her legs. But she didn't seem to mind. "Look at me, getting a little racy with a leg show, and at a funeral no less," she laughed. "But then you always liked my legs. I do remember that about you," she said as she tugged her skirt back into place. When she shifted on her seat and hooked her heels again; the wayward skirt crept up her thighs. She knew what she was doing. She knew the power of her body. " I never should have worn this skirt, it's way too short and tight."
"It looks great on you.,"
"Thank you and I'm glad you're sitting there it will block the view of my legs." "That's the only reason you're glad to see me?"
"You know something; it isn't, the only reason I came here was in hopes of seeing you." Her cheeks turned red, and she ordered another drink. " It's been a long time and we were so close back then." We both were silent for a while.
Then she asked me what I was doing. It was like we never broke up. we fell into the same groove again. We talked for over an hour. She was still married, but the way she gushed about how happy they were supposed to be. I had my doubts. She had two kids both in college and her husband traveled for work. Leaving her alone one week out of the month. "You don't know how many times I wished I could have talked to you. Especially late at night when I was alone in bed feeling sorry for myself for the choice I made." She barely whispered, then lightly put her hand on mine.
That was a bombshell. She was saying she shouldn't have dumped me.
Linda must have realized how vulnerable she was making herself.
"Let's not get all serious. I want to have a good time, Jimmy."
At that point Carol; the woman that gave her a ride; came up to us and said she was ready to go. Linda quickly took her hand back and then looked at me.
"Can you give me a ride back to my motel, I'm not ready to stop reminiscing." "Sure, no problem" I said. Truthfully, I couldn't wait to get her in my jeep Cherokee, I wanted to see her climb into that seat wearing that skirt. Carol could see how drunk Linda was getting and took a motherly approach.
"Linda just be careful and call me if anything happens." Carol leaned over to Linda and said something that I couldn't hear. But it was obvious because Linda pulled her skirt down on her legs and unhooked her heels from the stool.
Carol glared at me and left looking back at us. I found out later she was friends with Linda's husband. "Do you mind if I ask what she said?"
"She told me I was showing too much leg and not to trust you. You know I really never minded you looking at my legs; it makes a girl feel good to be wanted." It's what every girl needs; male attention. With that she hooked her heels back on the rung and then grinning pulled her skirt up to her garter clasps. "I'm being so bad "She laughed.
The bar was getting crowded, and I wanted to get her alone. I finally said it was time to go. She really looked disappointed, until I said. "I want to show you my house and then I'll take you to your motel."
"Ok, but can I trust you...? I'm just kidding of course I can. I know you would never hurt me." She went to the ladies' room to freshen up. As she slipped off the bar stool; her skirt rode up well past her stocking tops. She either didn't know or she was that tipsy, because she took about three steps before she tugged it back into place.
There was plenty of men in that bar that wished they could change places with me. There was a guy across the bar that caught the whole show, he looked at me smiling and gave me a thumbs up. I was waiting for her by the bar. I let her take the lead. That way I could watch her rear end wiggle and focus on her nylon covered legs, wobbling in those heels. Women know what high heels do to their legs and ass. Linda obviously knew and used it to her advantage
We got to the jeep as I opened her door; she took one look at how high the seat was and said "I'm going to need some help:" she giggled. Now close your eyes; there's no way to get in this car and remain a lady."
She turned with her back to me. There's no way I would not watch. She hitched her skirt almost to her waist exposing her stockings. Her suspenders were tugging her stockings high up on her legs. She got in with the help of my hand on her ass and quickly closed the door. I hurried around the jeep getting in before she could fix her skirt. Linda was laughing. "I never thought my day would end like this." "It's not over yet, we've got a lot to do." I saw the look on her face, she may have been a little scared. But once we started moving; she went back to her nonstop chatter. I made big plans for that mouth. Linda got quieter as we pulled up. I think she was getting second thoughts.
I had taken my time driving to my house. Linda had gulped her last drink at the bar, and she was really buzzed now.
We finally pulled into my driveway. I got out and rushed around to open her door. I didn't want to miss this.
I opened her door and noticed she had her hands on the bottom of her skirt to keep it in place.
She hesitated and said, "I know I'm drunk, and I don't think this is right. I'm sorry but I'm married, and I think maybe I have led you on; I want you to know nothing is going to happen tonight. If you want to take me to my motel, I'll understand."
I was starting to panic; I hadn't gotten her drunk for nothing. I turned on the charm and tried to look sincere.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't want you. But I respect you. How about a quick tour of the house, a cup of coffee if you want, and we will sit and talk. Or I will take you to your motel, right now if you want."
"You're so sweet; I really do trust you. I still feel guilty after what I did to you all those years ago" She said, wiping a tear from her face.
I smiled and said.
" I'll even turn my head when you get out."
"I love you; I know you will; you're so funny; nobody makes me laugh like you do."
" But I really don't mind if you look. I hoped I would see you today and I wanted to look special for you." "You know something, you've looked at my legs and chest more today than my husband does in a year. Yea, I caught you checking me out in the bar today," she smiled. "It made me feel good."
I knew I was right. I found when a married woman tries too hard to say how happy she is, she's not. And Linda was ripe for the picking.
As she swung out, she made a half-hearted attempt to keep her skirt down, but I still got quite a show of stockings. I know she enjoyed the attention.
I showed her around. She was impressed.
Somehow, I got the feeling I was better off than her husband and her.
We got back to the family room, and I offered her coffee. To my surprise she turned it down saying it would keep her up; but she would take half a drink. I made her a vodka martini with Grey Goose.
"This is so smooth; did you put any vodka in it?"
"I lied and said not much."
She downed it in less than ten minutes.
" You can make the next one a little stronger if you want, it keeps me from drinking it too fast." When I came back, she had moved to the center of the couch and tucked her legs under her butt, exposing her thighs. Linda took the glass and sipped it.
"That's much better" she said.
I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She turned toward me and kissed me softly on the lips. I was careful not to kiss back too hard. She sat up a bit and said she would be back in a minute. I moved over slightly; I hoped not too much. She was back shortly.
"I like your heels; they look great on you."
"They're brand new and still a little hard to walk on, but I like the way they make me feel, I've never worn three-inch heels before; and I think I like them.
She stood in front of me smoothing her skirt and turning her legs checking her heels, I thought I would have some fun. She was pretty drunk, so I would get away with it.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing, it's just I think one of your stockings is unhooked."
"That's the only problem with stockings." she said
"Now close your eyes, I've got to check."
