Next thing you know she remembers that herhusband is at the bar and leaves. A short time later I’m at the bar and she comes outof the women&#...217;s restroom and comes over to me. It’sthen that I notice she’s about five-eight, lean lookingand wearing black hose, a short skirt and blouse with avest. Her legs look nice, but like I said, she’s wearingblack hose and I can’t really tell if they’re the samemocha color as her face, a face that’s framed. A few days later I me Sarah at Paddington railway station. We got a taxi and Sarah was so excited and not at all nervous. The coat she was wearing had come open and her dress was riding up her legs, showing me that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. We got to the club, went inside and the manager invited us into his office. He sat behind his desk and pretty soon the subject of the conversation got round to whether Sarah would be okay about stripping naked and spreading her legs in front. But his eyes widened when Anne faced him and began to unbutton her blouse slowly, casually, her blue eyes scanning Darren’s features without blinking. Her lips parted in a sensuous smile, the tip of her tongue peeping through white, even teeth. Now, the blouse gaped, partially revealing a lacy white half-cupped bra and a gently undulating chest. Anne began to unbutton her blouse cuffs and said, “Don’t just stand there, Darren get your kit off.” Darren’s eyes opened even wider, his eyebrows. Whats wrong, I asked the wife. Nothing, she said, the hubs just had to use the bathroom. Oh, I said, I think I need to stretch. I got out of the car and stretched, arching my back. She had gotten out, too. As I stretched, her eyes darted to my chest. One of my tits was about to spill out of the bustier top Id been wearing. She could just see my nipple. Before I realized what she was doing, she reached out and brushed her fingers against my nipple. In response, I shivered and my nipples.