I recently had a very interesting girls’ night out and thought I’d share the events of that evening with you.

Donna and I were long overdue a girls’ night out. We had worked together for a year or so - barmaids at a local pub whilst we were both at University - and discovered a shared sense of humour and taste for alcohol. Nights out with Donna were, I’m afraid to say, typical 21st century affairs - starting at her house with a bottle of wine, then a taxi into the city and a quick drink in each of the current crop of tacky bars, followed by some rather energetic dancing in which ever nightclub was playing the best music! Not exactly my usual sort of evening, but fun to do occasionally.

It had been about six months since we’d been on one of our mad nights out and as Donna had recently been promoted at work we were both in the mood for some fun. However, things sometimes don’t go as expected and a couple of hours before we were due to meet I had a text message from Donna telling me that another friend of hers, someone I didn’t know, would also be out with us tonight. This girl had recently split up with her boyfriend and was still getting over things. This was to be her first night out as a single woman for a while and she was somewhat daunted by her new found single status. Now I’m always willing to lend a supportive hand to any woman ( or man! ) in need, but the last thing I felt like doing tonight was easing a newly single - and possibly tearful - girl back into the dating scene. So as I made my way over to Donna’s house putting aside my hopes for an evening of fun and shameless behaviour I had a feeling that tonight may not go down as one of most memorable nights out. How wrong could I have been ….

I rang the doorbell and after a brief pause Donna opened the door, glass of wine in one hand and phone under her chin. Putting her wine down she put her hand over the receiver and whispered, ‘Glad you’re here - just pop up to my bedroom will you. Shelly needs a hand with something and I’m just trying to order our taxi.’ Putting my bag down in the hall, I went upstairs and walked across the landing towards Donna’s room getting ready to introduce myself and offer to help with whatever was required. As I paused in the doorway I could see the figure of a woman reflected in the full length, angled mirror standing in the corner of the room. This must be Shelly I thought and was just about to walk in when she suddenly reached behind her, unzipped her dress and slipped it from her shoulders, exposing a pair of very voluptuous breasts barely contained in a black, lacy bra. As I watched she seemed to be having some difficulty trying to adjust the straps on her bra. Well, I couldn’t let her struggle on her own could I, so I knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom.

We introduced ourselves and I explained that Donna had asked me to come upstairs to see if I could be of any help. ‘Well I could do with some help with my bra. I just can’t seem to get the straps right,’ Shelly said. ‘Oh I’m sure I can help you with that,’ I said with a smile as a million racy thoughts travelled through my mind. ‘Come here.’ I made her stand facing the mirror as I stood behind her and attempted to alter the straps. After a minute or so I sighed and casually said that it was a bit tricky, but if she’d take her bra off I could probably sort it out very easily. I looked over her shoulder, staring at our reflections. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror. ‘Oh yes?’ she said, a small smile on her lips and I took my chance and unhooked her bra and pushed the straps from her shoulders. It slid down her arms and fell to the floor and she reached down to pick it up. She stood up and turned to face me, handing me her bra.

Shelly had the most fantastic breasts, round and full with large, dark nipples and as I looked at her I licked my lips and briefly wondered what those nipples would feel like in my mouth. I adjusted the straps and handed the bra back to her. She slipped it on and turned round again, lifting her long hair from her shoulders so that I could fasten the hooks at the back. She wriggled back into her tight dress and I slid the zip back up again for her. As I did so my fingers brushed against the smooth skin on her back and shoulders and I felt the familiar pleasurable sensations deep inside me. I was incredibly turned on and horny as hell! ‘Thanks honey,’ she said as she walked across the room towards the door to make her way downstairs. In the doorway she paused, looking back at me over her shoulder. ‘Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with,’ she said with a grin, smoothing her dress over her curvy hips. My evening was suddenly shaping up to be rather good after all ….