James was jubilant. It had been a great game, the lead had changed hands several times, but they had beaten the team at the top of the table 24-19. Not only that, but James had scored a try, which was quite rare for a number 8, chosen more for his size and strength than his speed. But nonetheless, he had gathered the ball, thrown off a couple of tackles, and sprinted a good twenty or more metres to the line, all six foot five, and seventeen stone of him. It had turned out to be the winning try, and when his pal Jeremy converted, the other side were just unable to come back. A great cheer had gone up from the crowd when the final whistle sounded. What a way to finish the last game before Christmas, the last game of the year.
The whole team were there in the clubhouse celebrating. It was not like the old days when his father had played hooker for the very same club, when everyone would drink themselves silly after a match, as the whole thing was taken rather more seriously these days, and with drink driving laws as they are, then the drinking was more subdued.
However, it was the day before Christmas, and it wasn't every day you beat the top team, so that night most of them were really going for it, having arranged for wives and girlfriends to run them home later.
James was unattached, a not unusual situation for him, as he changed his women so frequently, but he knew there were a lot of spare girls there that night, and one of them was sure to run him home if he asked, and so he joined in the drinking, downing pints quite happily with the others.
However, as was his way, he did keep an eye on the 'talent' in the club, most of whom he knew, many of whom he had been out with. There were a few new girls, but the only ones he fancied were really a bit too young for him.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone really special. He put down his pint and looked round at her. "Wow." He thought. "She is gorgeous. Why haven't I spotted her before."
He stared at her, catching glimpses as she threaded her way through the crowd in their general direction, at last nudging his mates and saying, " Christ you lot, look at this one coming over."
Most of them ignored him, as they were used to him fancying anything that wore a skirt. Or a dress, or shorts, or whatever really, as long as it was female and at least passably attractive, so nobody returned his comment, or even looked round for that matter, more interested in deciding whose round it was next.
James however continued to look at the girl approaching, really liking what he was seeing. Blonde, down to her shoulders, slim, long legs, good boobs, and lovely face with a lovely smile and big, bright blue, wide-awake eyes. His perfection. She could have been designed to fit his dreams, and he couldn't believe he had never clocked her before. She must be new in the club, in the area even; as there were very few pretty girls in this town that James hadn't at least tried his hand with.
" Christ almighty." He whispered under his breath, " What has she got on?"
Not too much by the look of it. A skimpy, filmy, tiny short mini skirt, that that wouldn't have been out of place on a ballerina, and the top hardly covering her breasts. Both items were in a silky white colour, that went perfectly with the slight tan of her skin.
James felt his mouth going dry, and a distinct stirring down below.
He'd seen a few scantily dressed girls in the night clubs locally, made a point of searching them out even, but maybe nothing quite as stunning as this before. And in the rugby club! And, he couldn't understand why, but nobody seemed to be taking any notice of her. A girl like that would normally get so many looks, and dressed like that --- well who knows?
As she got even closer, James's pulse rate rocketed.
" Bloody hell!" He said aloud. " That outfit is almost see-through. I can make out her boobs, nipples and all."
At this, his pals took a sudden interest. James may have been girl crazy, to the point where even his mates got fed up with him, but if he'd spotted a girl showing her tits off, then they certainly didn't want to miss that. After all, it wasn't impossible, and only last month one girl had drunk too much and stripped off in the middle of the club, only being stopped by her husband as she was pulling her panties down, deciding that enough was enough.
To a man, they all looked round in the direction James was staring, searching for the elusive half naked woman he had spotted, hoping for a Christmas treat.
"Look. Look." He encouraged them, but they all stared with blank looks on their faces.
" All I can see is the Ice Maiden, and she's never shown anyone her tits." Remarked Jeremy, obvious disappointment in his voice.
" You're barmy." Said Ted at last.
" More likely drunk." Countered Alf, who had been with James on boozing trips more often than the others.
"No look at her. Look at her. She's bloody gorgeous. Look at them tits for Christ's sake."
" Oh piss off James you idiot." Responded Alf again.
" He's pissed again. Seeing them when he can't find a real one." Added Mike, a bit of a womanizer himself, though not of course in James's league.
They all turned round, back to their conversation, disappointed they weren't going to be treated to another girl flashing her body, convinced their pal had started the festivities early and drunk too much already.
" If he could hold his drink like he holds a rugby ball, then he'd be better off." Joked Jeremy.
" And if he could catch the ball like he grabbed that Kathy's boobs the other week, then we'd win all the time." Added another, making everyone laugh, referring to an event with yet another of James's women that had amused them all a week or so before.
James continued to stare at the beautiful apparition that had almost reached him, wondering if he was going bonkers. Maybe that bang on the head in the last scrum had been more serious than he'd thought. He just couldn't believe it was the drink making him imagine this little darling, not with boobs swaying around so naturally like that, hardly hidden by that flimsy white top.
" Ah! I've got it." He thought. " It's a joke, a set up, she's some sort of stripo-gram girl they've arranged." But inside he knew it couldn't be true. Girls like this one simply didn't exist in real life. Not in this grungy town anyway. And in any case, everyone would be looking at her, not ignoring her, as they all seemed to be.
" Hi James." Came the tinkling of a girlish voice, breaking into his thoughts as he tried blinking rapidly, to make her disappear from his imagination.
" God, I`m hearing things too." He thought to himself.
" No your not." She said lightly. " I'm really here just for you."
" But you're gorgeous," stuttered James, " You're.....You're.......Well you're sort of...........Bloody hell your tits are absolutely fantastic."
