“Dot, are we really going to do this?”
Holly seemed suddenly unsure as she looked up at the fluorescent purple sign that hung above the door. It read Velvet Verve; it was the bar where, ten years ago, they had met their husbands.
“You bet babe… We did not come all this way not to.”
“Dot, we only live a couple of miles away.”
“That is not the point, Holly. I have not squeezed my big fat frame into this ten-year-old little black dress for you to chicken out. It was lucky the dress was manufactured from Lycra; otherwise, I would have had no chance… So, Holly, we are doing this!”
The leggy blonde rolled her eyes at her lifelong best friend. Dot was always going on about her weight, even though she was far from being fat.
“Dorothy Palmer, for fuck’s sake, you are just carrying a bit of fat from having a baby. It will soon disappear, all you need to do is the fucking exercises you’ve been given, just like I have been doing.”
“I guess,” Dot said, still unsure. Then giggled, “But I do like the way you swear in that posh voice of yours — it’s sexy.”
Holly frowned. She didn’t like being told that she had a snobbish voice. It wasn’t her fault; she had inherited it from her parents.
“Come on, Holly, you do have a posh voice,” Dot persisted, her weight now forgotten.
“I can talk dirty too, though I do not have a snobby voice!”
Dorothy grinned; knowing.
“Pooey nappies… Is that dirty enough for you?”
“Holly, don’t remind me!”
Tonight, the two thirty-year-old MILFs were on a mission. They were celebrating the tenth anniversary of meeting their husbands by re-enacting the events of that night.
“Come on, Holly, we have got to do this,” Dorothy stated as she adjusted her dress top. “I need to prove to myself that I am the same woman I was ten years ago. Anyway, it is a bit draughty standing out here dressed like this. My snatch is decidedly chilly.”
“Dot, I know what you mean. Let’s get inside.”
The two best friends walked into the bar, and as they did so, they pulled their long coats around, knowing that plenty of hungry eyes would be watching them once they had stepped inside.
“This place hasn’t changed,” Holly remarked, “Though it is not quite as full as I had expected.”
Dorothy agreed, then said, “Come on, girl, over there, those two bar stools. They look like the two chairs we sat on ten years ago.”
“I don’t think they are the same chairs, Dot.”
“Hol, they are free, and coincidently in the same position as the ones we sat in ten years ago—I call that fate!”
Dorothy and Holly carefully sat on the bar stools, trying their best not to expose too much of themselves. Then, they took off their coats and hung them on the hooks under the bar.
“This whole place feels like it’s been trapped in a time warp,” Dorothy remarked, and then she chuckled. “Look, just like ten years ago, two reprobates are sitting in that booth to our left. They are checking us out!”
Holly casually turned, noted them, and looked back at her friend. “It looks like we still got it, so, we can go now. We don’t have to do the rest.”
“Too right, we still got it, girl… But there is no chance we’re leaving now. Holly, I want to have some fun tonight. It is not only the anniversary; it is also the first night we have been out together since we became mothers.”
“I need drinks, lots of them, to even think about doing that again,” Holly remarked as she thought back. “I mean, it’s not every day a woman does something like that!”
“Two large glasses of white wine and two tequila shots,” Dorothy ordered.
“Don’t you think it is a strange way to celebrate the tenth anniversary by coming here?” Holly asked as she sipped her wine and nursed her shot.
“It was your idea, Holly… Though, I am not sure if I should have worn the same dress, as I keep flashing my knickers.”
“Like that has never happened before,” the leggy blonde whispered, giggling.
The drinks flowed, and the two best friends chatted, happy to be on a girl’s night out. However, each knew that there was something wickedly naughty later, just like they did ten years ago.
“Cheers,” Holly said as she paid the barman. He had given her a cheeky grin in return.
“You’re in there, girl,” Dorothy joked.
“Not interested,” Holly chuckled. “Are those two guys still watching us?”
“Yes, like a couple of hawks, they have not stopped looking this way. Maybe you’re in with them too!” Dorothy giggled and then cheekily asked Holly, “Have you always been faithful to your husband?”
“Of course, I have been — well, mostly! But, Dot, you already know all about that!”
Dorothy smiled. She did know all about that, especially as she hadn’t been entirely faithful to hers either.
“Come on girl, let’s do it now, what we did ten years ago. Let’s prove we are still young enough to do wild things.”
Holly’s face turned red as she looked around. “I can’t; this place has become crowded, we will be seen.”
“That’s the idea, girl. We are here to celebrate what we did ten years ago. But above all, we are here to prove that we have still got sex appeal and can still get a little wild… Though you are right, we do need to be discreet.”
“Dot, we are mothers now and respectable ladies!” The last part of Holly’s sentence was said almost pleading.
Dorothy chuckled, “We are hardly respectable ladies. Come on, girl, loosen up and lose those knickers… Go on, get them off and flash those two lecherous guys who have been gawking at us all night. — I am sure they, will love it!”
Holly looked at her friend, “I rather just talk dirty to you, in my posh voice.”
Dorothy grinned. “What’s it going to be this time, dirty diapers? No chance, we’re doing this.”
“Not quite, Dot. How about this? Dick, minge, twat, pussy, fuck, prick, cunt, cock, and not to be left out, motherfucker,” Holly had recited each word in her poshest voice, much to Dot’s amusement.
“What are you jabbering about, girl?” Dot questioned… “That’s just a list of swear words, not dirty talk. — We are doing this!”
“Oh, there is one more, bastard.”
Dot chuckled, “There is no backing out.”
“Make that two more words, bitch.”
This time both girls giggled. It was clear that Holly had just been larking about, or maybe, trying to turn her best friend on.
“You go first, Dot.”
“No, Holly, this was your idea, and you will also be quicker. I am more likely to be seen, which will mean more people will be watching you when you go second.”
“Okay,” her blonde friend whispered. What Dorothy said had made sense.
Holly’s mouth suddenly felt dry. She was happier reciting dirty words than the idea of flashing her bare pussy to the pub clientele. However, she was also aroused. She could do this.
Holly quickly glanced around once again, making sure there was no one with a direct line of sight other than the two voyeurs.
“Go on, girl, you can do it.”
“I am trying,” Holly replied, as she wiggled on the seat.
“Fuck, these knickers are tight.”
“You didn’t have to wear the same ones you were wearing ten years ago,” Dorothy giggled.
“Very funny; I’m wet. Reciting dirty words and then doing this has made me horny. I seemed to be sticking to the seat.”
“I thought I could smell something,” Dot giggled.
Holly’s fiery eyes darted at her best friend.
“Stop being a bitch; is there anyone watching?”
“Girl, the whole bar is watching you!”
Holly froze, which brought a louder giggle from her best friend.
“It’s only those two lecherous guys, and me,” Dorothy clarified whilst still chuckling.
“Bitch!”
Holly subtly slipped her thumb into the sides of her light blue panties, lifted her bottom, and gracefully slid her knickers down her long legs. She let them briefly sit around each ankle as she sat up and looked around. She was making sure the rest of the bar was not glaring at her.
They weren’t.
Dorothy was quietly giggling, which brought a sharp stare from Holly and a snarky comment, “I don’t know why you’re giggling. You’re next.”
Holly lent down and carefully removed her knickers from her ankle, before discreetly depositing them into her coat pocket.
“Your turn,” she grinned and then glanced at their two admirers. Like she knew they would be. Their eyes were locked on her legs and the junction between them. A little shiver of pleasure went down her spine.
With a silly grin, Dorothy stood and then removed her knickers, as if she was just casually taking them off to put into the washing hamper. Yes, quick, but certainly she had done it with no discretion.
Holly’s mouth came open in shock. Lost for words, she gulped air, and then she checked on both admirers. They were laughing.
“I didn’t want to get to cramp, or fall off my bar stall,” Dot explained as she casually put her knickers into her coat pocket.
“Dot, I’m surprised that you didn’t sniff them, as you have no decorum,” Holly remarked as she recovered from her state of shock by downing another tequila shot.
“Girl, you’re not the only one who’s aroused. Let’s flash these two guys and get out of here.”
“Are they still watching?” Holly asked, her back being more towards them than Dot’s.
“Their eyes are on stalks, babe. They have never once taken their eyes off us.”
Holly smiled, “Come, let’s do this together, just like we did before.”
After a glance around, the two MILFs twisted on the stalls to face their two admirers. Then, slowly, they opened their legs to show their bare pussies and also their arousal. Then, with a giggle, they quickly shut them and downed their last tequila shot.
They were done.
“Let’s go,” they both said; coats now on.
As they left, the two men followed, like they were in tow. It was not until they were outside that Dorothy and Holly acknowledged them.
“Happy anniversary!” they shouted in tandem to their husbands.
“See, we still got it,” Dot remarked to Holly.
Both their husbands were grinning. They had soppy looks on their faces, which were only enhanced when the girls grabbed their arms and then gently squeezed their cocks. They were checking that they still had some effect on their men; that they were aroused.
“It feels like we still got it,” Holly announced with a giggle as she squeezed an erect cock.
“Holly, I can confirm another hard cock here.”
The girls giggled.
“Let’s get them home, Dot, just like we did ten years ago!”
“Holly, there is one difference. That’s my husband’s cock you are currently squeezing!”
The best friends giggled; they knew that their anniversary night was far from being over…
