Maybe that’s why she enjoyed the spiky haired woman’s company so much, the sense of adventure and the fact they were so different. ‘I’ll have...one of those,’ the newcomer told the waiter, pointing at Rosie’s drink as he approached their table. ‘Want another, honey?’ Rosie shook her head. ‘Maybe with the meal. I need your advice.’ She waited until the young waiter left them before leaning closer to her friend. ‘I’m going to see Big Eddie later,’ she confessed, her voice dropping to a quiet lilt.. Walking along with my skirt swishing around my legs waswonderful. As we went into the bar there were several otherpeople in their tennis whites and so we fitted in perfectly. Sally Anne bought drinks and we sat on the terrace watchingothers play tennis. Looking across at Sally Anne her skirt hadridden up a little and it was as if she was sitting there withoutpanties! The sun was shining on her and everything was on show. It was just as well she had shaved off her pubes as that wouldhave drawn. When the bodice was inplace I held it there and tried to close the zipper, this provedimpossible what with one hand holding onto my boobs and the bodice Icould not pull the zipper up with one hand! Damn never thought of that,so what does a girl do - phone her best friend. Jane chuckled at mydilemma but came round to 'do me up' gasping when she saw my dressespecially as it clung to me like a second skin when it was zipped up.My jewellery was simple a thin platinum chain around my neck. ..running my fingers along the inside of your legs...till they meet at the bottom. I can see that yourre soaked, and it's incredibly intoxicating. You spread your legs even further...and I hook your underwear with my thumbs at your hips and begin to work them off of you. The same rhythm we used for your jeans...one side...then the other...then the other...until they're off completely. As I lift them up & over your ankles I look down....you lay there with your legs spread, knees lifted up off.