Catching Up

I arrived at B Wub's and looked around the parking lot. When she got out of her car, she was easy enough to spot. Jess, my old friend who I loved like a sister. And the sexiest woman I knew. And that outfit! I never know how she'll be dressed but it was never anything "normal". She wore a black leather jacket with metal spikes on it, a black leather corset that showed a lot of cleavage, a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and black leather boots. Her long red hair was in pigtails. Her makeup consisted of black lipstick and metallic looking eyeshadow that really set off her--green eyes? Contacts, I knew, but they along with her Little Mermaid Red hair just looked...right on her. She had drawn veritcal lines on her face. Overall, she looked like a cross of something out of Mad Max and Dawn from Cry for Dawn.

"Sup man!"

"Hi Jess!" At barely 5 foot, her head only came up to my chest, but I could still feel her huge tits press against me as she gave me a hug. I just prayed that she didn't feel my erection press against her. "It's been too long."

"Let's go inside." We go inside and I ask for a table outside. At first, the hostess said no because it was getting too dark to be out there, but I said we weren't going to be eating anyway and it was far too loud inside. She gave in and showed us to our table.

I sat there and listened to Jess talk as she caught me up on the past few months. Our schedules had become divergent so I wasn't able to hang out with her like I used to. And while I'm normally a good listener, a good chunk of my attention was focused on HER instead of her words. 'I don't have a safe place to look!' I thought to myself.

Closer examination of her outfit after she took off her jacket made things worse. She wore a collar, black like the rest of her outfit. Also, the part covering her breasts was NOT part of the corset. It was almost like a black leather bikini. It lined up well with the corset and you wouldn't notice that they weren't one piece unless you looked closely. Literally everything about her appearence turned me on. I was amazed her boyfriend let her leave the house like that. Not because it was inappropriate. If I were him, I'd be too busy fucking her for her to leave.

Then again, I'd want to fuck her regardless of how she was dressed. I was completely in lust with Jess. The only reason I had never tried anything with her was before was because she felt that messing around with anyone in the friend group would be disrespectful to her husband even though they had an open relationship. After he died, she met Steve and they were happy with a normal relationship. Or so I thought.

"Yeah...we broke up."