Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a "meet and greet" at a hotel close to the harbor. For political reasons, attendance was mandatory for the staff.
I wasn't a ring knocker (an academy grad) and hated the pomp that went with these events. After checking into my suite (the hotel had upgraded me to a really nice two room suite) and admiring the balcony and great view I had of the city, I got into my whites and hopped the elevator downstairs, walked in and said hello to a few people. A drink would make the time go by faster so I headed to the bar to get a Long Island.
I was loitering on the side lines chatting and watching people arrive wondering how long I had to be there before I could sneak out. The mayor of Perth and Freemantle were there, business leaders and quite a number of older mature women, by themselves.
It's pretty common for one of these gatherings to see staff members, men and woman alike, pair up with locals and spend their port visit shagging their brains out safe in the knowledge that they'll never see each other again. Our staff secretary (female 0-4) wound up with some Western Australian politician for a few days. She walked funny for a week after that visit.
Anyway... standing and people watching I began sizing up the ladies... and there were women in droves. Mostly middle aged I'd say between 35 and 60ish and dressed "to the nines". One in particular caught my eye. I guessed she was around 45-50 years old; which was 10 years older than I was. I first spotted her when she was standing on the other side of the room talking with a younger auburn haired woman. There was something about her that kept my eyes going back to her. Her hair was jet black and worn up on the top of her head with curls dangling on the sides, pearl earrings with a matching pearl necklace, her gown was floor length blue satin with a dark blue diagonal stripe across it; it was backless with the front tied around the neck leaving her shoulders and most of her back bare.
She was about 5 foot 9 inches, just a little shorter that I am and maybe 140 lbs. I suppose the best way to describe her figure would be "mature." Full figured in a womanly way but far from fat or pudgy, her figure was well proportioned at probably 36-32-34 with full breasts, maybe D cup. She reminded me of Honey Wilder. Her face had an allure to it that had my eyes locked on her. Her companion was more petite being about 5 foot 2 and clearly much younger, maybe 30 years old, 32-26 30 and 120 lbs, her breasts were very much smaller and only bumps on her dress. She was wearing a black mid-thigh dress that shimmered and it had some lace around the bottom, her hair had some curls, shoulder length and a beautiful auburn.
I decided to go say hello but before I could get there they struck up a conversation with another member of the staff, the guy was a dork and only temporarily assigned to us. I detoured to the bar and ordered another Long Island as I watched them. The brunette looked bored with her eyes darting to her companion but she smiled politely. I noticed her and her friend's drinks were empty and they were swilling the ice around.
I asked the bartender to make it three Long Islands and then headed over to say hello. As I walked up I said hello to dork and then handed the ladies their drinks saying, "sorry it took so long, so... where were we?"
Without batting an eye Auburn hair said, "We were about to go outside."
I replied, "That's right" and said good bye to dork. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as we left. When Brunette began walking I noticed her gown was split all the way up to just below her hip on the left and her legs looked wonderful.
The three of us walked outside...
The patio was deserted with all the action going on inside. I began to apologize to them for butting in but Brunette stopped me and thanked me for getting them out of there saying too many people, too loud, etc. I introduced myself and we sat down at a table in a quiet corner of the patio. They asked what kind of drink I'd brought them and I explained what a Long Island was.
They tried their drinks and commented on how strong and different it was. Over the drinks we did our introductions.
The brunette was Millicent but every one called her Millie and her auburn haired friend was Sharon. Millie lived in Freemantle and was married to a Quantas airline pilot with 3 grown children, 2 daughters and 1 son. I settled on an age of around 50. Her son had just recently moved out to go to university and her husband was away. Sharon was her next door neighbor and had come along with Millie for some moral support as she felt Millie needed to get out.
Sharon was recently divorced after 10 years of marriage, very pretty with a narrow face and outgoing personality she was in her early 30s. After talking for a few minutes I found Millie and I had something in common, prolonged separations from loved ones, and we talked about how those separations weigh on a relationship. I said that the reunions almost made up for absence to which she replied, "not always."
"Oh, come on," I replied, "I find it hard to believe that you and your husband don't re-kindle that flame when he comes back."
Millie replied "I think he's burning that flame pretty brightly when he's gone."
To which Sharon added, "bastard" and slugged down some Long Island.
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," I said and quickly tried to change the subject to the sights of Perth. I failed, we made small talk about family and lamenting loneliness for about Β½ hour. I asked if they wanted another drink; they said, "yes." When I returned they were standing very close to each other by the railing overlooking the harbor and talking, they stopped talking when I got close.
I handed Millie the drink and noticed her hand trembling slightly, I asked if she was cold and to my surprise she downed half the drink without answering. I just stood and blinked... Sharon mentioned Millie was a Cadbury (someone who gets drunk easily) and it was getting cold. Sharon's nipples were poking through her thin dress; I mentioned natures thermostats and suggested going back inside.
Sharon said, "nature's what?" and I pointed to her breasts. She laughed rubbed the palms of her hands across them and agreed they did that when she got cold and tonight she was pretty cold.