One summer we decided to have a barbeque in our back garden, and we invited our neighbours Julie and Wilf, and Henry and his wife Henrietta, plus some other local friends! Julie was a lovely tall woman who obviously looks after herself and Wilf was a local solicitor and was getting a bit of a paunch.
Henry was a retired businessman and was in his late 60’s, and his wife Henrietta was a bit older than him and not given much to socialising. She liked to be in bed early but poor old Henry much preferred staying up late with a glass of whisky.
Anyway we started up the barby and our guests arrived at about 6 p.m. and we had a great time. Julie and Jackie were very much in command of the cooking, so Henrietta and the rest of us sat around the tables in the garden enjoying a few drinks. Food was served. Wine was flowing. Jokes were told. There were a few practical jokes and lots of laughter.
Jackie loves to flash her body parts whenever she can, but is very wary of doing so in front of certain friends. She is a master at giving chaps the occasional “accidental” glimpse of her boobs and/or upper thighs. She does it so nonchalantly that no-one suspects she was doing it on purpose. Tonight was no exception and she flashed a boob at poor old Henry. She told me later that he spilt all his whisky down his waistcoat!
When it started getting a bit chilly we moved indoors. Then at about 9.30 Henrietta decided it was time for her and Henry to leave. It was a shame Henry was going because he was making his mark as the life and soul of the party – whereas Henrietta was exactly the opposite. But as I said earlier, she was a good bit older that him. Shortly after 1030 Julie and Clive called it a night. Julie was judging the following day at the local flower show so she needed a clear head and a good nights sleep. The flower show by the way is quite a big thing locally and it’s one of the top 3 or 4 shows in the country. At one time it was second only to Chelsea and we’re quite proud of it.
The rest of the crowd disappeared by about 11.30 p.m., and with everyone gone I lay back on the sette and Jackie climbed on top of me like a blanket and snuggled up. We lay like this for a while and then I slid my hand up her legs and brushed her skirt up to her waist, and started caressing her naked bottom. She was thoroughly enjoying the attention I was giving her when Henry came waltzing in through the open French windows! He took one look at us and said, “Oh God sorry, so sorry, I thought the party was still going on – I’ll leave. So sorry to intrude”, and with that he shot off into the dark.
Jackie immediately jumped off me and ran out after him whispering loudly, “Henry Cunningham come back here this instant, don’t you dare run off like that!” To his credit old Henry returned and continued making apologies until I handed him a rather large scotch and soda.