A big, curvy girl, just my type. Long black hair. Black leather skirt. The hot girl was trying to push her way through to the crowded bar. She glared ...t me. "You could buy me a drink," she suggested, as my pint arrived. "I'll have the same." I nodded at the barman and he poured a second pint. We moved away to a quieter corner of the pub. There weren't any spare seats, but she slouched against the wall."Cheers. I'm Nic," I said."April." I noticed that she didn't say thanks for the drink. It was. Alicia and I laughed. I motioned for him to come over to the door and let us in. Matt stood up and walked over but didn't look like he knew if he wanted to let us in or not. He looked both of us over and I could tell he was thinking about what two hot girls showing up at his place might mean. He glanced up the stairs and I surmised that his parents must be home. He came closer and opened slide open the door a crack. "Paula! Wha tha...I mean..." Matt tried to find words and I pressed my finger. It was very spacious, with a big, round rug on the floor and a couch against the far wall. “Shall we go to the bedroom?” She asked.Once in the bedroom I finally got the chance to look at her properly. She was slightly taller than me when standing in her heels. I’d say mid to late 20’s, certainly not into her 30’s and if she was then she looks incredible for it! Shoulder length, slightly red hair, very pretty too. The kind of face you’d double glance at. Slim, but looking healthy with it, with. Her best feature is her thighs, which are shapely, curvy, athletic and flexible like a dancer's. I'd do just about anything to be between her bare thighs, holding her slender back and seductive hourglass form as I slide my considerable cock repeatedly in her wet pussy. Anya, like me, loves the outdoors. This shared love helped bring us together on the Howard Eaton trail today.However another shared love, fastidiousness and fussiness in selecting mates, hinders us from coming even closer.