Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... STANDARD WARNING This story is of an erotic nature. I wouldn't dream of telling you what you can or can't read but if the law, in your part of the world, says you must not read this sort of fiction then please go read something that they'll let you. Don't break the laws, change them. CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... CAUTION... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ Are You Still Sexy... by Duke of Ramus A Piece of my Imagination --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental (C) 2007 Duke of Ramus. All rights reserved. Hi, my name's Kevin and, as the saying goes, I'd like to tell you a story. What occasionally feels like a long time ago I used to be in the Army but I'd done my time and having reached the grand old age of forty I'd retired from their ranks. Since leaving the forces I'd got a job with an old mate of mine, he had the business acumen and I, along with several others, supplied the technical knowledge. On the basis of this job and my terminal grant I'd bought a house in this garrison town. My job is pretty flexible as far as hours are concerned, as long as I'm available on the phone, so I don't have to be in the office at any given time. Add my pension from the Army to the wages I get from the job and I'm pretty comfortably off. Being single I get to spend most of my free time in the pubs and clubs frequented by soldiers and, of course, their families. Now this could be seen as being rather sad but I find soldiers and their wives fun to be with. Much more so than any of the civvies that I work with. It just seems that civilians don't have the same wicked, or extreme, sense of humour that squaddies have. The beginning of this tale finds me in one of the 'better' pubs in the area, there aren't many soldiers present as the two regiments that are based here are away. One's in Bosnia, the other has been sent to Kosovo, so far they've both been gone for a couple of months. I was sat chatting with a group of wives, we'd seen each other around but this was the first time that we'd actually spoken. I'd approached them and we'd got talking, they obviously didn't consider me to be a threat. The women were older than the average, but all younger than I was. It turned out that they were the wives of the regiments officers and senior NCO's, all of whose husbands were away. They had, after several weeks, all realised that they were bored and had got together and agreed to go out on Thursdays to relieve this problem. The times I'd seen them had all been as a result of their regular night out. There were seven of these women sat with me around a table. Our table was tucked away in one of those alcoves that old world pubs have, making it reasonably private, though we could still see the entrance to the bar. Before I go any further I will introducing the ladies. We had, on my right, Jenny, she was the youngest of the group at 35, she had long, straight dark hair and very long legs. Next to her was Jayne, she was 37 years old and slightly plumper than Jenny, not fat, just more rounded. Her blond hair cut in a fashionable bob. Across from me sat Alison and Paula, Alison was 38 years old and the plumpest here. You wouldn't normally think of her as fat but in this company she did look a little overweight. She wore her brown hair long and curly. Paula was her friend, she was 41 and had a wicked sense of humour, she was very slim with short, bleached, blond hair. She looked and acted much younger than she was. The senior members of the group were sat further around on my right, they were Sandra, Melanie and Alexandra. All three of them were married to officers in the regiment. Sandra was the oldest at 45, she was skinny, almost anorexic, her hair was short and dark, streaked through with grey. Her face was covered with laughter lines and she was always smiling. Melanie was 40 and very tall, pretty close to six foot at a guess, she had long blond hair and a was quite chunky in a very athletic way, her body was toned and tanned, very sexy. The last of the women was Alex, she was nearly 40 as she put it, with short, dark hair. She had a small frame which made her tits look huge, she'd tried to camouflage them by wearing a loose top but they put pressure on it every time she turned. As the evening wore on we drank lots of wine and solved the problems of the world, that should be familiar to anyone whose had a few to drink whilst with pleasant company. Whilst we were gossiping away two young ladies entered the pub, they paused as they came in looking around. The nearest one to me was wearing a very short, very tight fitting red dress. It was so tight that she couldn't possibly have been wearing anything under it, you'd have been able to see it if she was. She was tottering along in a pair of ridiculously high platform shoes that matched the colour of her dress, as did her very bright lipstick. Her friend was just about wearing a denim micro-mini skirt and a tight cropped top, the top hugged her tits and showed off her protruding nipples. As she turned towards us I could clearly see a bright ring through her belly button. She too was wearing a very high pair of platform shoes. As they moved away from the door I was surprised to hear several hissed comments from the women, the ones I could make out clearly were tarts, sluts and tramps. I looked at them shocked, I hadn't thought they'd go off like that. I started to defend the girls, "Oh come on ladies, they are just young, fashionable and sexy, surely you can see that." "That's not fashionable, she's just out to get a bloke, she's a tart", said one, another piped up, "Yes, and the other bitch has mutilated her body, what's she need to do that for?" "Oh come on ladies" I continued " surely you've dressed up to attract men before?" The replies that followed were along the lines of "Not like a tramp, I haven't". I looked at them, they were all conservatively dressed, even dowdy in a couple of cases. Makeup was bland or none existent. I shifted my gaze from one to another, Finally I asked, "Have you forgotten how to be young, to tease, to dress sexily?" The replies were instant, "No, I haven't forgotten", they continued their denials amongst themselves. "Are you sure of that?" I asked. The answers were still no, but not so firm. I noticed one or two casting glances at their friends, looking them up and down, a look of doubt creeping into their eyes. The conversation that followed was very enlightening, they asked "What did I think was sexy?" I just smiled in answer. Somebody said "You don't have to dress like a tart to be sexy". One of the women, Paula I think, said "My bloke isn't worth dressing up for", she was answered by one of her friends with a question "Isn't it worth dressing up for yourself?" This interesting conversation rattled on for quite a while until, as it was petering out with no conclusion I asked, "So, can you still dress sexily?" I looked around the table, studying the effect of my question on the group, Jenny was the first to respond, nodding an affirmative yes. Then Jayne said "Of course." Paula called out "Easy" I looked to my left, Melanie was nodding yes, Alexandra just looked superior. "OK then ladies, a challenge for you, all come to this bar next Thursday evening at eight dressed sexily. The lady who you all vote is dressed the sexiest will get a bottle of champagne as a prize." I had their attention that was for sure, I continued "To make it interesting, and ensure that everyone makes an effort we will say that the one who is voted as the most boring has to stand on the table and remove her frumpy clothing, what do you say?" They all agreed, although a couple of the more sober ones had to be called chicken by their friends before they joined in After another couple of drinks and a fair bit of teasing we all went our separate ways, "Until next week" I reminded them. ---oOo-- It may seem strange to go to the effort, as I wasn't sure if the ladies would take up the challenge, or even turn up, but I was going to be ready in case they did. I prepared a simple voting form on my computer, it laid out a few simple rules. 1. Remember you cannot vote for yourself 2. You are voting on presentation, nothing else and then gave two spaces, the first was simply labelled 'The sexiest dressed woman is number ......' and the last space said 'The frumpiest is number .......'. In addition to this I printed out the numbers one to ten on pieces of card and bent them to act as labels. The thing I nearly forgot was a supply of pens, but a stop at the garage on the way to the bar cured that. When I got into the bar I had a chat with the manager and ordered a full bottle of champagne along with two half bottles and had all of them put on ice, ready for the presentations, if they happened. Fortunately for me the table we'd used the week before was vacant so made myself comfortable, the voting slips, contestant numbers and pens all safely stowed away under the table. Going on what I had planned I stood up, moved a couple of the smaller chairs and tables away from the one I was using and, once I was happy I settled back with a drink and waited to see what would happen. ---oOo-- At seven thirty Jenny and Jayne arrived together, they saw me as they came through the door and smiled along with a little wave. Both of them were dressed to kill, game on as they say. Jayne went off to the bar and Jenny came over to the table, smiling as she approached. Jenny was wearing a long, slinky black dress with little string straps holding the top up. It was split to her hip, the split was held shut by a series of gold buttons, trying to count them without appearing obvious I reckoned there were a dozen, the bottom five of which were open. a pair of black high heels and her long dark hair piled high completed the picture. A little over dressed for the bar but reasonably sexy never the less. She smiled shyly and slid past me, she didn't say a word but blushed as I looked her over. Before the silence became to embarrassing Jayne appeared with their drinks. She, in contrast to Jenny, was wearing a short floaty red dress with matching high heels, her blond hair was freshly cut in a bob and her legs were encased in sheer nylon, stockings I hoped, though I couldn't tell from where I was sat. She slid along the bench seat and finished up next to Jenny, after sipping her drink she looked at me, glanced at Jenny and giggled, "We didn't think you'd be brave enough to be here!". "What and miss the sight of you lovely ladies," I replied, "of course I was going to be here." It may have been laying it on a bit thick but the women seemed to enjoy it. All of a sudden there was a rush of arrivals, as Sandra, Melanie and Alexandra made their appearance, and what an appearance it was. They might have been the oldest wives in the group, and married to officers as well, but you couldn't fault their turnout in the slightest. Sandra, at forty five, may have been the oldest in the group but she wasn't letting that hold her back. She'd appeared in a flowery summer dress with a full skirt and a tight bodice, a row of buttons that ran from top to bottom completed it. Her feet were encased in white, high heeled sandals, that displayed her polished toe nails with distinction. Melanie was in your standard, figure hugging, little black dress, but as she was six feet tall in her black high heels it looked very good on her. Her long blond hair fell down her back and shone with vitality, overall a very healthy package. Alexandra was wearing what looked like a business suit in light blue, with a short skirt and tight, fitted jacket. There didn't appear to be a blouse under it, which fuelled my imagination if no one else's. The outfit was completed with matching light blue high heels and hand bag. Drinks were collected and the conversation around the table became animated. I glanced at my watch and decided to give it another five minutes before I called everyone to order. With a minute to spare the last two of the group arrived. The first through the door was Alison, who looked like death warmed up. Her make up was pale and, when combined with the plain white dress she was wearing it made her look like a ghost. Even the decorative brocade around the edges couldn't lift it. Add the plain, flat, white sandals she was wearing and the whole appearance was drab. She didn't look very happy, whether it was because she was ill or just didn't want to be involved only time would tell. In contrast Paula, who followed her in, was wearing tight trousers and a cropped jacket, which was very young looking. It looked like she was wearing her daughters huge platform shoes as well which was a bit extreme. Under the jacket was a lace top, made from white stocking material, which allowed her dainty white lacy bra to be displayed clearly. "Sorry where late," she gushed, "but Alison was a little slow getting ready." That comment made it clear to me that Alison had been dragged her by Paula. A couple of bottles of wine were placed on the table and amid the gossip they were consumed. I watched as Alison downed half a bottle on her own, added to the vodka and orange she'd had when she came in she was getting a glow on pretty quickly. As the group got louder I decided to get started, before we got thrown out. "Ladies, you attention please." Slowly they all quietened down, "Thank you. Now as you know we are here to find out if you are still sexy." This was greeted by howls and even a couple of whistles, "Alright, calm down." I reached under the table for my bits and started passing them around, "Take a number and stand it on the table in front of you. That is your competitor number. The forms," I pointed across the table, "Only one each Melanie, no cheating now." Melanie blushed as the girls had a go at her for her attempt at cheating. "As I was saying, the forms are for you to put down your votes. The rules are at the top but I'll tell you them again, just in case. One, no voting for yourselves and two, you're voting on what you see before you, not what they person is like, how much you like her, or how hunky her husband is." This was greeted by more howls. "So, everyone ready, right," I glanced around the table, "Jayne, your number one. Up you get, make one lap around the table so we can all see, and then back to your chair." Jayne stood and smiled around the table before setting off, she walked with a wiggle, placing one foot directly in front of the other as she went. She stepped away from the table, towards the door and flicked up the bottom of her dress, revealing that indeed she was wearing stockings. As the dress dropped down she pirouetted and completed her circuit of the table dropping back into her chair amidst a gale of applause and cheering. I glanced towards the main area of the bar but everyone there seemed to be engrossed in some football game on the large screen. "Number two, that's you Jenny." Jenny rose from her chair and struck a pose, her right leg bent and pushed forward. The slit in her dress now much bigger than when she'd walked into the bar. He walk allowed me time to check on the buttons, looked like she'd got eight of them open now. Pretty nice legs as well. Her circuit complete I looked around the table. "Melanie, your go." As Melanie rose her dress did as well, hugging her hips as she stood. Normally she'd have smoothed it down but this time she left it where it finished. Her bum looked spectacular as she made her way around the table. The battle I fought internally not to slap those tight cheeks was stupendous but I held out, just. "Number four, that's you Alison." She looked across the table at me as though I'd announced her execution, She downed her drink in a single gulp and stood. She clumped around the table accompanied by several disparaging boos. She threw herself into her seat and snatched up the wine bottle. "I'm next," said Sandra, not waiting for me. She opened the top two buttons of her dress and stood up. Then she raised one leg up onto her chair and undid the bottom two buttons of her dress, all accompanied by cheering and clapping. Her walk around the table was sexy but not the highlight that her opening had been. "OK Paula, your turn." I kept things moving. Paula was a giggling wreck as she walked round the table, twice she nearly fell out of her daughters shoes which was greeted by hysterical laughter in both cases. Fun but not particularly sexy in my opinion. "Last but not least is you, Alexandra." She rose and walked half way around the table, finishing facing away from us. She undid her jacket and then, holding the jacket open, turned back to us, revealing a very sexy blue bra. She posed for a moment and then, letting the jacket hang naturally, made her way around the rest of the table before regaining her seat. Well that did it for me, I can tell you, but once they'd all calmed down I set about getting the voting started. "OK everyone, pay attention." I waited for silence, "Now its time to vote, remember you cannot vote for yourselves." I held up a voting slip and pointed to it as I went on, "Now choose who you think was the sexiest and mark their number here, then decide who was the frumpiest and write their number in here. Once your happy with your choices fold your paper in half and pass them to me." There's a lot of giggling and shielding of papers as the ladies make their decisions before passing the folded slips over the table. Once I'd got all the slips I stood and moved over to a side table to count the votes. It turned out to be a close run thing but we had a winner, Alexandra had got 4 votes whilst Jayne had received three. Alison was in last place with all but two of the votes, her own and one other. Had somebody shown a little kindness there? I went to the bar and collected the champagne and headed back to the table to rejoin the ladies. "Right then ladies, if you're interested I have the results." The silence and the way they all looked at me guaranteed that they were interested. "Right then, in second place by the narrowest of margins was..." I looked around, "Jayne." I held out the small bottle of champagne as she shrieked, rather than making her way around the table she hopped up on it and after grabbing the bottle she lifted her dress, flashing her stockings and knickers at all of us. After she climbed down and returned to her seat I prepared to announce the winner. "Ladies, your winner, and proof that sexiness knows no age limitations is Alexandra." Alexandra got on the table in a much more dignified manner than Jayne had done and then proceeded to remove her jacket. Stood there in her bra she posed for us all then, after dropping her jacket on her chair she accepted her prize from me. She was cheered by everyone as she opened the bottle and took a swallow, allowing a small amount of champagne to trickle down her chin and then on down between her boobs. She slid back into her seat and passed the bottle to her left. I kept quiet as the second of the two bottles was opened and the champagne was passed around to everyone. The euphoria was getting to these mature women, making them act more intoxicated than they probably where. ---oOo-- Suddenly Paula, who was quiet drunk by this time, asked, "Kevin who lost? Who's got to strip...." There was a chorus of yells then, all most like a pack baying for blood, "Yes, yes, who is it?" I glanced over and saw that Alison was trying to hide, she'd guessed that it was her, though that wasn't really a difficult guess. I tried to calm things down, "No, its alright. I only said that to add a bit of spice to the competition," but it didn't help much. Sandra looked across the table at me and said, "Come on Kevin. We all agreed to the rules you set so the rule stands. Now tell us who it was who lost." I looked across the table at the poor woman and said what everyone expected, "Alison." Everybody looked at her and watched as she downed a large glass of wine. As she returned the stares from around the table she looked ready to burst into tears. I felt sorry for her and couldn't understand why she'd turned up if she wasn't going to make any effort. I don't know who began it but a slow chant of, "strip, strip, strip," started up. I was worried that we'd attract more attention than was good for us so I held out my hand to Alison, who in a daze took it and allowed herself to be helped up onto the table She just stood there looking at us, shocked into immobility. Paula, who had kicked off her shoes, staggered up onto the table and held her friend from behind, she then slowly undid the zip down the back of Alisons dress. Alison did nothing to aid or hinder what was going on. I found myself caught between shame at letting this go on and excitement at watching Alison being stripped. When her dress was free Paula pushed the straps off Alisons shoulders and then placed her hands on Alisons hips and started to move them from side to side in time with some imaginary music only she could hear. The effect on the dress was to cause it to slowly slip down. There had been no bra straps showing and as the dress dropped a white basque appeared, supporting Alisons breasts but allowing the nipples to show through the lace cups. When the dress reached Paula's hands she let go of Alisons hips and slid them around her waist. The dress dropped to the table leaving Alison in white stockings, the white basque and a tiny white G string and her silly sandals. You know, if she'd worn a slinky dress and higher heels she would have been pretty sexy. Alison was very red in Paulas arms but when Paula released her she continued to move her body, she was obviously excited, as her nipples are sticking out and her G string had become almost see through as its got soaked in the love juice she was producing. I handed the last bottle of champagne, the one I'd got for the loser, to Paula who looked Alison in the eye and smiled and she gently gave the bottle a small shake. Paula popped the cork off towards the entrance and placed her thumb into the flow of champagne. She directed the spray all over her friend and giggled as all the white clothes went transparent, Wherever the champagne hit Alison followed with her hands, rubbing the champagne into her clothes, making them more see through. The coldness of the champagne seeming to excite her even more. I managed to drag my gaze away from what was happening on the table and looked around at the other ladies, most of them were just staring mesmerised at what was going on up on the table though one or two were running their hands over their own bodies in time to Alisons movements. Alison continued stroking her body, slowly moving from erotic to sexual until she slipped her fingers inside her G string and started to massage her pussy. As one of her fingers is clearly seen to slid into the opening I hear a couple of gasps from the ladies around me. Paula dropped to her knees in front of Alison and, after giving the bottle a violent shake, directed a hard jet of champagne straight at Alisons pussy. That proved to be the last bit of stimulation that Alison needed and she folded in on herself gasping with pleasure. Slowly she sagged to the table, still quivering. It took a few moments but she finally lifted her head and looked around the table. All of the ladies there began to cheer her. The final word of a very exciting night went to Sandra who lent over and whispered in my ear, "We must do this again sometime, maybe I'd lose then!" ---oOo--