Hi my name is Sue, I am a thirty something year old happily married woman. I have a wonderful successful husband John and a blooming career of my own in advertising. I am about five foot seven, one hundreds a twenty five pounds, plus or minus a few pounds, have long dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. I have a bit of a fetish for exhibitionism but that's not really what this story is about.
About a month ago I was informed that I would be required to go to Ohio for a week long seminar our new sales strategies. I hate these things because I always miss John a way too much. I contacted my old friend Carol whom I hadn't seen in many years, she lived in Cleveland and she suggested that I stay with her she had a two bedroom apartment and we could catch up on everything that had happened in so many years. Carol and I had been childhood best friends but like so many other we gradually grew apart mostly because of my family moving to Canada but also the most common thing, boys. I informed John of our plans and he thought it was a great idea he never really cared for me staying in a hotel while on these trips so this made everyone happy.
The drive to Cleveland would have only been a few hours but since the company was picking up the tab I had a very short flight. Carol picked me up at the airport, we were so happy to see each other again. The drive to her place was longer than my flight but it gave us a good chance to chat. About half way there Carol said that she had something to tell me. Her parents had been having a bit of a hard time and her father had come to stay with her while they worked things out. I told her not to worry that I could get a hotel room but she suggested that as long as I didn't mind sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room then we could still have our visit. I told her that I didn't mind as long as they were okay with it.
Carol told me how she had been married but now was divorced, something about a "Barbie" in tight fitting yoga pants and now she usually lived alone but loved to party. I told her about my husband and our wonderful home life. I got the impression that she considered that to be pretty boring but that was my life and she had hers. Plus now she had Bill her dad cramping her style but what can you do it's family.
Arriving at Carol's place I was quite impressed it was a beautiful building and her apartment was gorgeous. No sooner had we entered the apartment and put my bags down then Bill walked into the living room. He was tall, probably about two hundred pounds but it he appeared to be in pretty good shape, his dark hair had turned very salt and pepper and the most noticeable feature change was the full beard which he now sported. I rushed over to him and gave him a big hug just like I always did when I was younger.
The three of us sat around that evening having a few drinks and reminiscing about the old days. It seemed that once we began talking it was like a flood gate of memories was opened and we were all younger again for that evening. To my delight I recalled the time that I had done something wrong and Bill put me over his lap and gave my one slap on my bum. Bill reminded me that I had stolen one of his cigarettes, we laughed and Carol mentioned that she was surprised that he never noticed the one that she had taken and later shared. We carried on all evening, laughing and joking bringing ourselves back to what seemed like a happy carefree time. Every now and then as I walked by Bill would give me a little tap on the ass and tell me to keep out of his smokes. It was a fun night that had to end way too soon I had to attend the first of my lectures tomorrow morning and wouldn't want to fall asleep on the first day.
Monday morning came a way to soon and I rushed off to the conference center. Since it was the first day it wasn't too boring but I was glad when five o'clock arrived. When I entered the apartment I was surprised to find that Bill had dinner ready for us, I didn't know that he could cook. During dinner Carol informed me that we were going out to her favorite club this evening, I asked Bill if he was going to join us but he graciously declined say that we didn't need an old man tagging along with us. I told him that fifty nine was not that old and it would be fun but again he declined. It was then that I noticed Carol giving me an disapproving look. I was to find out later that even though she was in her thirties and lived on her own she still never got drunk in front of her father, she would have a couple of drinks but never let herself go. I guess it was some kind of a respect thing.
Carol and I had a great time at the club, too many drinks, too much dancing and joking around and of course we got hit on by many men but never too many. I really enjoyed myself this was something I didn't do often. The music was loud the drinks were flowing too well almost as well as the hands of the men that danced with us. I had worn my short black skirt with a matching black blouse with no bra, I think for some reason the gentlemen seemed to think that I needed help adjusting my little whit thong because their hands always seemed to end up on my bare ass, not that I minded but I was there to have some fun with my friend not to get fucked. I whispered to Carol that we had to leave soon and she called us a cab.
On the way home Carol asked me to do her a favor. She was pretty wasted and didn't want her dad to see her like this so would I mind going in first and talking to him while she snuck off to bed. Arriving at the apartment I walked in first with Carol a little way behind me. Bill was sitting in the living room watching the television and having a beer, it looked like he had had a few but who am I to say, I was plastered. I sat on the couch and he offered me shot of tequila. I knew that I really didn't need any more but wanted to be sociable. After a few shots I went to get up and staggered.
