I was barely at the entrance to the block of flats when she whizzed by in her sky blue mini. It’s been just over a week since our drunken argument about her clinginess. we had spoken on the phone twice and now understood where we both stand, friends with benefits. So in the spirit of our new understanding I invited Kerry over for dinner last night.
We were in the small hallway of my flat, kicking off our shoes (house rules) and removing our jackets, Kerry’s big breasts strained the fabric of her nurses uniform as she wriggled out of her NHS issued fleece, the real thing does not conjure up naughty nurse fantasies, but I knew what lay beneath, or I thought I did, because then without a word and one swish of the zip the navy blue uniform was on the floor, closely followed by my jaw.
Instead of comfortable work underware, she stood there in see through black lacy bra and pants and hold up black stockings with a lacy top. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. She turned and walked down the hall to the lounge. I followed, silently, staring at her mesh covered arse.