Bertie part 2.

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Bertie part 2.Part 2 of Beth’s serial story (A journey and a meeting) 2 days had passed since Sarah’s revelation. That night, parked outside mum and dad’s we had chatted away excitedly, loosing track of time until mum, peeping out the window, wondering why I wasn’t getting out came out to see.During our chat a meeting day and time was worked out, I was to join them the evening after tomorrow. The next night after college and in Sarah’s company I spoke with Bertie on her phone, he has a lovely speaking voice, one which I could easily listen to all day, very charming and friendly he expressed great interest in us meeting and reassured me there was no pressure for me to do anything I didn’t want to do.After being very nervous about the call Bertie left me feeling calm and more confident.”Oh Sarah, he sounds lovely so charming and polite”Sarah, putting her phone away, turned and smiled”he’s charming alright, certainly charmed the pants off me, listen it’s all set for tomorrow night ok?……your sure your alright with it?”Sighing with frustration I said “yes!…stop keep asking me…that’s about a million times now” Sarah’s hurt look prompting me to apologise”sorry” I smiled warmly”it’s just….I really want to do this but I’m nervous aswel, I suppose I’m worried if you keep asking I might back out”. Sarah, understanding and patient as always admitted she was also nervous, probably Bertie too. After all, it was a first for them all.The next night as I got ready for Sarah to pick me up I stared into burdur escort my bedroom mirror”what are you doing?” I whispered to the not unattractive long haired brunette with the big brown eyes staring back, I studied her for a moment, this young lady with an unusual taste in men. Not quite a BBW, certainly a full figure, curvaceous, that’s the word. 5’3″ nice legs I suppose, big 38D boobs. And I have been told I have a very nice ass.Underneath a below the knee black skirt and respectable white blouse I wore my best black lacy panties and matching bra, the expensive set and to Finnish off a pair of black hold up stockings. Our combined excuse is a girls night out at a posh new restaurant just opened out of town. As I brushed my hair, nerves once again crept in, I felt it, in the pit of my stomach, the question again, this time in my head ‘what ARE you doing?’suddenly snapped out of it by Sarah piping the horn outside, no time to dwell….I say my goodbyes to mum and dad, join Sarah in the Corsa, she is equally smartly dressed. “Haaay…..looking good” sarah remarks on my look, she sounds upbeat, excited. “You too, did he buy it ok?” Referring to MikeHer expression changes just for a second, a twinge of guilt? “Yep, no worries” kicking myself for reminding her I quickly change the subject and describe what I’m wearing underneath, she approves and tells me no, she doesn’t think it’s too tarty, for a first date, with her best friend, and a man old enough to be her great grandaddy.We stare escort burdur at each other for a second then I say “you don’t think we’ll give him heart attack do you?” We both burst into fits of laughter, it’s good, it relieves some of the nerves and takes away the tension I’ve been feeling all day. After drying eyes and composing ourselves, Sarah puts the car in gear and we set off into the night. Bertie lives in a detached bungalow in a small village several miles out of town. As Sarah pulls up on the driveway she informs me if any nosy neighbours say anything, she is Bertie’s great granddaughter and I’m her friend. We leave the car and walk to his front door, our short heels clicking on the flagstone path. Sarah is ahead and I can’t help admire her, she’s a uk size 10 slim but shapely, tall at 5’8″, long blonde hair. I am Chubby and short compared to her ‘oh well’ I consider to myself ‘old Bertie’s going to have the best of both worlds’. She knocks on the door and I swallow hard as footsteps are heard approaching, the door opens.Bertie greets us with a warm welcome. And invites us in. Taking our jackets. The picture doesn’t do him justice, he’s very handsome and has aged well, like a distinguished movie star. We are shown to the living room and I sit next to Sarah on the settee while Bertie gets us a drink. Looking round I see family pictures, some black and white, others more upto date, one with Bertie looking like he does now surrounded by young adults and c***dren, grandc***dren, burdur escort bayan great grandc***dren.I settle on one black and white wedding photo. Sarah, noticing me looking whispers in my ear “she died, 12 years ago, car accident”. The news makes me feel a little uncomfortable but I’m soon caught up in the atmosphere of the evening as Bertie joins us with some drinks, sitting across from us on the other settee.He is the perfect gentleman, so charming and friendly. He chats away, asking a lot of questions about me, genuinely interested in my life, he has this way of making me feel special, important. As the evening goes on the atmosphere changes, the conversation takes on a more ‘personal’ nature as Bertie asks about my past boyfriends, who I lost my virginity to…..that kind of thing.Sarah is openly flirting with him and they keep exchanging meaningful glances, things are hotting up.Then Bertie suggests that we both go sit with him, we can be more comfortable. “Come on….he doednt bite” Sarah urges me to join her “do you Bertie?” As I stand up and follow Sarah I notice my legs feel wobbly, like I’ve been running, nerves again. “No of course not dear I’m quite domesticated” Bertie is saying as I sit down next to him, Sarah sits at his other side. Her hand stroking up his thigh towards his crotch. I don’t know what I was expecting, it just sort of, starts happening. Bertie is looking at me, he’s close, his eyes studying mine closely when he speaks the words are soft “Vicky……such beauty” as I sit there a bag of nerves, Sarah fondling berties crotch, he places his hand on my cheek and moves in for a kiss…… What indeed am I doing? It’s too late now, I’m about to find out. Part 3. ‘Bertie…. Sarah, and Vicky too’ to follow.

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