Greetings from the new brunette

I spent the first couple of hours on Monday morning listening to the young people delight each other with tales of hedonism beyond my wildest imaginings! They had all been drunk at least once, each one of them had had sex with virtual strangers – Nikki and one of the girls (Emma) had both been with different people on both Friday and Saturday nights – Nikki alluding to having gone home with two boys on Saturday! There was also a casual conversation about Cocaine and Ecstasy which really did shock me.

I tried to remain oblivious to the chatter but it was impossible – they were so blase about their behaviour and I was fascinated; not least because I was a little bit concerned that my daughters may be behaving in the same manner in London.

It was a similar tale for the next few Fridays and Mondays with Nikki and Emma going clubbing a couple of nights during the week too. It was pretty evident that Nikki was a very popular guy and was welcomed in every bar and club in Town because he usually led a large exotic group of free spending young people. They put a lot of pressure on me each week to join them but I resisted although it became increasingly difficult to come up with excuses.

After a few more weeks I started joining them for a drink after work on a Friday night gradually staying out until about 10 when they would go to a Club. I thoroughly enjoyed myself as I was almost immediately adopted into the ‘coolest gang in town’. I even had my hair cut, styled and coloured by one of my new best friends. Prompting Nikki to announce ‘Greetings to the new brunette’ when I entered the office the following day.

A week or two later he flounced into my office and announced that a big client that we had been working for was finally opening his new restaurant on that Friday night and we had invites to the VIP party; then afterwards onto an exclusive Club in the centre of town and he wouldn’t allow me to say ‘no’.

I was instructed to wear my very very best glamourous ‘going out dress’ and put on some ‘special’ underwear – just in case. He was incorrigible but he did make me laugh.

When I inspected my wardrobe I couldn’t find anything that fitted the bill (honest!). I felt particularly dowdy because I hadn’t been anywhere worth dressing up for in nearly two years. Then the penny dropped! I scampered into my daughters’ bedroom and raided their wardrobe. After following a rigid diet of cigarettes, stress and red wine for just over a year I’d lost well over a stone in weight and could now fit into some of their nightclub gear. So with a bottle of wine at hand I played ‘dress up’ like a little girl for four hours on the Wednesday evening; finally settling on a black velvet dress with a revealing cleavage and a chiffon over-skirt that belonged to my eldest daughter and made me look like a Gothic Fairy Godmother. Remembering Nikki’s advice I wore a very sexy matching set of black underwear with red roses on and a very shiny pair of black hold up stockings.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt that good about myself as I got out of the taxi at the pub we’d agreed to meet in prior to going to the restaurant.

“You look absofuckinglutely wonderful!” Nikki screamed as he flounced across the room to greet me with a huge bear hug. The others were already at the bar with some of their exotic friends. I was so obviously the oldest person in the group as Emma handed me a large Bacardi and Coke I really felt like chasing my taxi down the street and fleeing.

Two drinks in fifteen minutes later I was giggling at the most obscene joke in the world and sharing my cigarettes with Nikki, a punk girl with pink hair, a Marilyn Monroe look a like, a 6 feet tall muscular skinhead and a girl wearing a red PVC dress.

The rest of the night was a hilarious drunken success and passed by in flash. Eventually I was crammed into the back of a taxi between Nikki and the big skinhead who both kept lifting my dress up to my waist so that the taxi-driver could get a good look at my stockings and knickers in his rear-view mirror. Even when we got out of the taxi at my home; Jamie the pretty skinhead lifted my dress up and give the driver one last flash from behind. I don’t know why but it seemed to be the most natural and funniest thing in the world, at the time.

Once inside the house I immediately disappeared into the kitchen for yet more drinks. As I opened the bottle of wine the boys were still giggling about the taxi drivers’ reaction to seeing my stocking tops and knickers.

“Do you think he had a camera phone?” Nikki chuckled.

“I bet he did.” James the skinhead teased as I handed him his glass. “And I bet he’ll have the pictures all over the internet by now!”

“What do you mean ‘on the internet’?” I drunkenly quizzed them.

They looked at each other conspiratorially.

“On the pervy voyeur sites.” Nikki grinned.

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders as I didn’t know what he was talking about.

He swiveled his head and spotted my computer.

“Is that switched on?” He asked as he jumped up and began pressing the mouse making the machine blink into life.

Twenty clicks later and we were all looking at pictures of housewives in various states of undress.

Nikki was in his element now and James was goading him on as I just stared in drunken wonderment as picture after picture of women of all shapes and sizes appeared on screen. Some were in normal undies, others sexy lingerie and others absolutely naked. Each set of pictures were accompanied by messages from admirers. Regardless of the attractiveness of the woman involved (some were gorgeous and others were pig ugly) the comments were always complimentary.

When I finally expressed my astonishment he clicked onto another site then another to show me that ‘women of a certain age’ had their admirers and there were hundreds and thousands of sites like the first one dedicated to women just like me.

“Have you got a digital camera?” James asked.

I opened the drawer in front of him and handed my little Fuji to Nikki. Seconds later I was lifting my dress in stages until it was eventually up to my chest and he was taking photos of my stockings and transparent knickers.

A couple of minute’s later 6 pictures of me lifting my dress and showing my sexiest knickers were on the World Wide Web for everyone to see.

I gasped when I saw the last picture as my panties were pretty transparent and you could clearly see my pubes.

Before I could speak the first comments appeared alongside.

“Awesome.”
“Great legs.”
“Fucking lovely.”
“Show us your tits!”

“Shall we show them?” Nikki chortled as I stood open mouthed as the compliments kept appearing.

“It would be rude not to.” The skinhead grinned
Because the copious amount of alcohol I’d already drank had numbed my brain I smiled and began squeezing my tits together; then unzipped my dress on my colleagues instruction; slowly peeling the top down so each pose could be captured for posterity on camera until I actually unclipped my bra and let him take one picture of my 32c breasts and very very erect nipples.