Chapter 359.
A tall woman in an unflatteringly skimpy red dress – and the inevitable thigh boots – accompanied Connie into the living room.
“Hi Frieda…”
“Hi Bridget. How are you?”
“Fine thanks. Looking forward to meeting our new pageboy… Ah, there you are… Wow! What an amazing little outfit!”
“Tim. This is Bridget. Bridget, Tim.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bridget…”
“Hi, Tim. Nice to meet yer.” She stared at his shorts. Not rudely, but with genuine admiration. Perhaps there was a bit more to see now than before he started on Frieda’s boots…
“They’re way cool. I mean, I saw the photers of the weddin’… But them yeller ones is sumpin’ else… Let’s have a little selfie, shall we? Sumpin’ ter show me mates…”
She gathered him up on the spot and held up her phone.
“Grab onter me darlin’. Nice big hug…” She pulled him against her, squashing him against her hip. “There we go!” She checked the picture. “Great! Next time some loser asks me out, I’m gonna show ‘im this, and say, “why would I be interested in you, wiv a bf like this?”” And she let out a peal of laughter.
Tim took an instant liking to Bridget. She seemed much warmer than Frieda. She held onto him for a couple of minutes, holding his hand. Her tallness made him feel like a little child with its mother. And when she eventually let him go, she turned him round and gave him a little slap on the bottom, generating, from the collision of hand and latex, a sort of splat sound which made everyone smile.
Tim asked permission to go to the toilet. He left the three women chatting and laughing. On the way he peeped into the second living room. The house was in two parts, one slightly lower than the other, and this room seemed as if it were used for big parties or dinners. It had a high ceiling, even a chandelier. He hurried on. Cleaning Frieda’s boots had definitely had a stimulating effect. He was feeling hot and itchy, and his shorts felt slightly slippery against his skin. In the bathroom he peeled them down and rinsed himself with cold water. That felt better. Then he made his way back. As he was passing the main door, there was another knock. Dutifully he opened it. A woman stood outside. Leather jacket, jeans, and yes, thigh boots. At the end of the path stood a red and black motorbike, at least a five hundred, with a crash helmet on the seat.
“Good afternoon, madam…”
“Oh, hello… Are you Tim?”
“Yes madam.”
“I’m Maxine. Connie’s expecting me.”
“Hi Max!”
Connie had appeared.
“Come in, please. Everyone else is here. You came by bike. How was the drive?”
“Hi Connie. Great. It’s a lovely day for it. Your pageboy is very polite. I can’t remember the last time anyone called me madam. I don’t dress like a madam, do I?”
“Hardly. And that’s a compliment. Come on in and have a drink.”
They made their way to the living room, and everyone exchanged greetings. Bridget proudly showed Maxine the selfie she had taken.
“Oh, cute ! Can I get one? Tim, can I have a selfie too?”
Tim smiled shyly.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, right here. No, cuddle up, like you did with that flirty Bridget. Be careful of her. Babysnatching bitch! Ooh, you smell nice. Nothing quite like the smell of warm, scented latex. There we go… Now, let me see those sexy little hotpants…”
Connie laughed. “You two should get on like a house on fire. Tell him, Maxine. Go on.”
“All right. Well, Tim, sometimes when I go out on my bike, I don’t wear leathers. I wear a black latex catsuit. Heavy leather boots, leather gloves, and lovely, glossy, heavy duty latex. True. You should see the looks I get…”
“Yes,” said Bridget, “’specially when she parks up and goes for a burger or somethin’. Bit of a exhibitionist, our Maxine…”
“She’s just jealous,” returned Maxine, with a mock sneer. “You wait, Bridget. I’ll get you in latex one day. You can have red if you want – your favourite colour, innit?”
“You buy me one like yours, an’ I’ll wear it, darlin’”
“Yeah? Okay, deal! Then I’ll have some fun with you, dear…”
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