Got invited to the golf club dinner dance by my wifes mum and dad about 30 years ago. We sat at a table with them and four other people.Angela, trim figure,34b tit's and a pert little bum. The meal went on and so did the speeches and prize giving. Then came the dancing. My wife and her mum with a few other ladies and gents danced away, while father in law bored me with golf stories and knocking back the vino. The girls came and sat down. The slow dances started and Paula, my wife asked me to dance with her mum as dad had had too much. I reluctantly agreed and offered her to dance. We stepped up onto the floor and hand in hand, one on her waist and her other hand on my shoulder, danced and talked. We had a great relationship,always chatted and joked around, but tonight something different in the air. Lady in Red came on and she put her arms around my neck and got closer. My hands ate now resting just above her small bum and this is where this story starts. As we danced my fingers started to wander over her tight silk dress, finding two thin straps over her arse. I said are they what I think they are Angela, she said yes, I never wear anything else but stockings and suspenders apart from in the summer when I just wear hold ups. I said wow I never knew that. We carried on dancing until time to go home. As we said our goodbyes, I hugged Angela, gave her a kiss on the cheek as always, but this time I hovered my hand over the suspenders and gave her bum a little cheeky slap. She looked at me and smiled. This was the way I would greet her and say goodbye ever since. For about ten years. She was 61 that night. When she was 71, I asked her one question, why has she never said anything to hubby, my wife or told me to stop it. She replied I love the attention. I carried on for another few years until she died in a car accident, so never got to take it any further and always wondered how that would have gone. |
