Thread: If only.... LIzzy and BiggerTYM

Beth slid her Audi into the last parking space and got out quickly, avoiding the glare of the man in the 4x4 who had narrowly missed his chance to get the spot. She walked quickly away not wanting to confront him and headed up the high street to the caf. It was feeling surprisingly cool and autumnal for California and Beth was glad she had dressed for it. Beth was only recently an American citizen, Mark was born and raised here, but this was a long way from her home in Lincoln in the UK. As a result, even after a year of living in the US, she still tended to dress as if expecting a chill to move in. She was dressed in a soft, fuzzy teal green sweater that accentuated her bust. It was quite snug with three quarter length sleeves and a scoop neckline. Her narrow waist and full hips were encapsulated in a snug, black leather skirt which ended just above the knees. Beth had always preferred a little air around her nethers, so instead of tights, or panty hose as she was having to get used to calling them over here, she wore hold up stockings. To set off the ensemble she had three inch heels to compensate for her rather short stature. Around her neck was a light silk scarf in black with silver butterflies. She had a handbag hung off her left elbow as she pushed open the caf door with her right hand. Beth! She smiled as she spotted her friends. Emily was a native Californian, all blond hair, coppery tan and shining white teeth. She had done a few TV ads, but mostly she lived of her lawyer husbands money. Still she was bubbly and fun-loving and never full of herself about having cash to burn. Next to her was Lydia, a striking raven haired women with rather severe cheekbones. She tended to scare men off with almost vampiric looks, but she was very sweet and was a fabulous singer with a small 1940s band. The trio of women was completed by Tammy, another blond, Tammy was slightly chubby, with rather impressive cleavage. She tended to dress in what could best be described as country and western. Tammy was a Texan by birth but had moved to California when she was little, .As a result, she seemed to delight in overcompensating with a slightly affected broad Texan drawl and a tendency to play to the stereotype. Hi ladies! she said, drawing some attention from people in the caf. Not only was Beth a looker, she had a very noticeable and clearly British accent that some people had said reminded them of several notable British actresses. She ordered a mocha and then sat and chatted with her friends. As usual, eventually the conversation turned back to one of their favourite topics, sex. Youre so fucking lucky, Darling. Lydia purred. Mark sounds like a total stallion. Beth blushed. Well, hes, you know rather well endowed. I must admit I never really got why that would matter till we.. you know, did it for the first time, my God I came so hard I think everyone in my halls of residence must have heard me. They all laughed and Beth blushed again wishing she had kept her voice down a little as a rather severe looking middle aged women looked at her disapprovingly. They swapped stories of first times and the best sex theyd had, giggling like schoolgirls and enjoying each others company. Their weekly meet up always ended the same, two hours of shopping and then home. When Beth got back, Mark was there. She ran up and hugged him, kissing his neck unless he bowed his head she could rarely reach his lips. Hi sexy bum. She said, pinching the aforementioned posterior and smiling.