Lesley and Dennis. True story!
My wife met Lesley at Primary school walking our boys to school, often walking there and back together. Later, I met her, then her husband Dennis. Lesley was not a very attractive woman, overweight, rather like a ball! She did not try to look good and had a huge chip on her shoulder about men in general.
One evening, we had a small party to try out some homemade beer I had brewed; my first! Dennis, my inspiration, had made it before and his beer is quite pleasant. The problem is that home brewing makes strong beer!
Lesley, on this occasion wore her hair loose; naturally curly and long it looked nice and I told her so. This time, she did not return a cutting comment and so we chatted for a longer time than normally. When Dennis joined us, we talked about beer making and in particular, the brew he has going at home now.
"You must come down and try it later Bruce!" he said, as he usually does imitating an Ozzy and calling me Bruce. (A la Monty Python)
Later that evening I felt that Lesley was becoming quite flirty with me and this was something I enjoyed. When she left with Dennis, I gave her hug and she responded positively; no negative, anti-male comments all evening!
Many months later, I visited their home, close to mine where Dennis and I shared a glass of his latest brew; Lesley joined us after putting the kids to bed. She has lost a lot of weight and looks very different. She still cuts men off when they talk to her, so my compliments to her were given with some reserve.
"Thank you!" she said smiling back to me when I told her that she looks so good.
"She is fantastic!" Dennis said, joining in the praise for his wife.
She responded well to all of this and it made me feel comfortable.
"You look very sexy Les'." I said the words that Dennis uses when he flirts with her, usually when I or other friends are around...
Many weeks later, Lesley asked me over to see her new darkroom. I also had a darkroom and she has extended her interest in photography to developing, using B&W. Dennis was chattering excitedly about the work he has done to convert an old cupboard while she and I went inside to check that it is lightproof. Dennis has to remain outside, as there is no room for him.
Lesley and I stand by the bench and prepare to turn off the lights. It often takes five minutes to get accustomed to darkness. After this time, we may see light leaking in. While we wait in the dark, Dennis cracks jokes about what we might be doing together in the dark. We make jokes in return and I made some comments that were not jokes! I reached out to her and pulled her close to me.
Lesley did not resist, nor did she respond when I pulled her chest to mine and enjoyed the feel of her breasts on mine, soft now after loosing so much weight. She whispered to me, "Don't start anything you can't finish!" but remained in my arms, floppy, like a doll. Instantly, my tool started to tingle. I sensed the meaning in her words, even though we could not "finish" in this situation. I held her still for a few seconds, allowing my fingers to slip through the very loose-knit wool of her old, too-large jumper. My finger tips stroked her back softly, I whispered to her, "I haven't started anything yet!"
I felt stupid after saying this; it was a spontaneous thing but senseless. After a minute, we began talking to Dennis about the standard of the light seal around the doorway. Then we opened the door and joined him, over doing the response of our eyes to the brightness of the kitchen. I felt it was obvious to Dennis that we had been flirting in there.
"She's a lucky woman!" He said to us, "having a darkroom to play in!"
I was ready to own up but he did not proceed with this chat. We went on to the cellar area where his beer is maturing. Lesley joined us in a glass of strong ale, after a few sips, Dennis went on to tease his wife about her appearance as she has lost so much weight.
"You gotta say it mate," he nudged me, "she is looking good lately! Her clothes don't fit anymore but it is worth buying new for her."
I nodded and heartily agreed with him, my head full of passionate possibilities about her. I looked closely at her as she stood before us, lifting her arms and spinning slowly, as if to allow us to inspect her.
Her woolly jumper used to fit her but now it is too loose, but it still looks good. I can see her bra clearly under the woolly material, through the very large holes in the knit. Her belly still has a swell as do her hips, thighs and buttocks. Strangely, it is her bust that has lost so much weight. Her breasts used to stick far out in front of her, firm and raised, but now, much smaller they have a natural shape.
She wears a long skirt, as usual not ironed. "I do not do ironing!" she often proclaims, "if you want ironed clothes, do it yourself!"
Many months went by and often, when we meet, Dennis tells me that Lesley has a bit of a fancy for me. Today, he says that he and Lesley have been chatting about things. I let the comment go by; hoping he meant that they had been talking about letting Les and I share the darkroom again, but he says no more.
This evening, I have been called over to share a drink of homebrew and watch a smut video that he had brought home from work. We often do this and this film is supposed to be special. Not the usual Lesbian film, but one about couples sharing.
"Lesley loves this bit!" Dennis teased as we watch two guys undress a woman, she making feeble attempts to stop them.
Lesley grins derisively at him, "When did you ever bother about what I like?"
"There's the Lesley we all know and love!" I thought, smiling to myself.
Dennis brushed the remark aside and whispered, "She would really like to try it with two men!" he grinned at her as she pretended to be offended at his candid comments.
I felt confident and burst out, "I'd love to try that too!"
Dennis grinned and looked at her. "I told you!" is all he said.
"Don't start what you can't finish!" she said to him seriously. I recalled the time we spent in her darkroom many months ago. It must be her favourite phrase.
