Jill marched out of their house into the torrential rain, angry and frustrated over another pointless argument with her husband over finances and holidays.
"Sod him," she thought "what a wanker," as she jumped into her car, reversing out, not really knowing where she was going. After a few minutes' drive contemplating where to go, she remembered her recently divorced friend Debbie had given her an open invite to call round whenever she wanted or needed to.
"Hell," she thought, "she's enjoying herself with a number of new (Tinder male) friends and was getting more than what she needed. I mean I haven't been boned, let alone had a decent fuck in months" she continued.
She pulled up outside Debbie's house, there was still a heavy downpour, so she rushed across the drive and knocked the door. There was no answer, although the lights were on, she was however getting soaked. She knocked again, still no answer, bugger she thought, but as she turned to go back to her car, Debbie opened the door.
"Oh! Hello, how are you," stuttered Debbie, still standing in the door entrance.
She was dressed in a short powder blue kimono-style robe, that showed off her long athletically toned legs. She was barefoot, which only served to highlight her vulnerable sexuality. Debbie was about the same height as Jill, and both had shoulder length blonde hair but that was where their similarities ended.
Debbie was thinner, with smaller, probably only an A-cup on a 32-inch chest but with a tight derriere. Jill has a rather larger but still eminently fuckable arse, but her distinctive assets was her impressive rack, estimated by many (correctly) as a 34-F. Debbie looked a bit flushed and was breathing heavily, must be having fun mused Jill to herself.
"Sorry, if I'm interrupting something, I can always come back," said Jill.
Looking at her drenched friend, Debbie took pity on her, "Well yes and no, I have three friends around but your welcome to come in, at least come in and dry off."
Debbie stepped back to let Jill in, she could hear the faint nose of music in the lounge and some indistinct male voices. Debbie took her coat, which as it wasn't rainproof was soaked through. Taking off her coat, revealed that she was completely drenched, her white blouse now transparent and clinging to her body, and her skirt has fared no better, shrunk tight to her.
"Come on, let's get you into some dry things," Debbie said taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs.
Entering the master bedroom, Debbie asked "Well you have two options, one is to dress in dry clothes to get you back home, or two, dress to stay and have some fun."
Jill unbuttoning her blouse, pondered for a moment the prospect of returning to another domestic row or chilling out with her friend. Removing her blouse, her large breasts were on display as the rain had rendered her bra transparent
Jill pondered, she wasn't sure who was downstairs, and was concerned that conversation might be the last of their aspirations. However, she could always leave if it got to much. She felt a slight tinkling in her pussy.
"Think I'll dress to stay," she smirked.
"Excellent," Debbie hugged Jill, admiring her breasts.
"Ooh I wanted to sample these mother-fuckers for ages," said Debbie as she reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting it drop between them. Debbie grasped each orb and squeezed them, commenting that she'll always be popular with these. Debbie reached down unzipping Jill's skirt and kneeling in front of her peeled down her soaked knickers.
"Traditional dress I see," remarked Debbie as she buried her nose in her friend's luxurious fawn bush.
"Well a lot of my friends, prefer it," asserted Jill, "and I think it's womanlier."
"Well we'll be able to check that view later tonight."
"The 1980's style suits you," observed Debbie, looking at her friend naked apart from stockings and suspenders, Jill having shed her flat shoes.
"I have a dry pair of black silk stockings I can lend you, so you can lose your wet ones and you'll look really shaggable like that."
