So, got invited to a party by a friend. We met at kids soccer training. She always wore tight leggings and I couldn't help but admire her form. It came to be that I would not only look forward to training but would fantasise all day about which leggings she would wear. By mid-season I felt I knew her whole wardrobe of leggings, colours, fabrics, patterns. To say she was fit would be an understatement as well as missing the opportunity to used the word jawdropping. On this particular day she was wearing a blue marble patterned pair in fleecy cotton. the curve of her thighs and the shape of her arse accented by the pattern made me do a double take and smile, (I may have groaned quietly, i"m not sure) she looked amazing. She noticed, and not for the first time I am sure.

“Sorry, you just look stunning today”

She smiled, “That's ok. Thank you it's noice to be noticed” She looked pensive and I wondered what she meant.

“I can't imagine that you don't get noticed all the time.”

“Not by anyone who matters, that's for sure” She seemed to be talking more to herself than me and she looked down.

I moved over to stand next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. The tingle I felt was tangible and almost electric, I had been admiring her for months and to touch her was broaching on fantasy and I felt it.

“Are you ok? You seem sad or upset about something"

She put her hand over mine and looked into my eyes, pausing as if considering me in a different light or at least considering me. “Oh, it's just that some days I wonder why I bother. My husband hardly notices what I wear any more. Honestly I think I could put on a rubbish bag in the morning and say goodmorning and walkou t out the door and he wouldn't notice.”

“Well, that sucks. I think you're stunning and I can't understand who wouldn't think so. No really, you are beautiful” I added as she looked doubtful.

“Can I tell you something? ” She continued before I could reply. “ I look forward to soccer. I really do, it is the highlight of my week. I notice the way you look at me. I have come to anticipate your admiring looks each week and I have found that when I get dressed in the morning for soccer days, I think about what I am going to wear based on how you will react.”

“Well I would notice if you turned up in a rubbish bag that's for sure!”

“Yes I am sure you would at that. ”

“I'd still appreciate it though. I think you could make it work.”

She laughed and squeezed my hand and let hers drop.

“Look, I don't know if it's appropriate or not but I am going to a party on saturday and my husband can't be bothered to come. I wonder if you would come with me. I feel funny about going alone as it is a couples thing on the invite and seems like it is a themed party but I don't quite get it. A girlfriend invited me, she says I need to have some fun for a change.”

I took my hand off her shoulder and looked at her face. She was full of doubt, almost willing me to say yes but a tthe same time looking scared that I would and what that would mean.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Silly of me. Forget I mentioned it”

“No, no, I am sorry. I was just thinking about what kind of invite it is, to be vague about the theme. I thought theme parties were all about evryone knowing what to come as, that's all. I'm flattered really. I'd love to come with you” As soon as I said the last sentence I looked down at her thighs and crotch. and it seemed to me that the gentle bulge of her pussy was a little more noticable than I remember. Then I realised that I was looking unabashed at her pussy and looked up quickly. She was smiling at me and said,

“I'd like that.” I was sure I knew what she meant and I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking or lust, but the conversation was getting away and we were still in the stands watching our kids play soccer. At least I hope they were. To be honest I had forgotten about them.

"I'll text you the invite and maybe you can make sense of it and let me know what to wear" She pulled out her phone and looked at me expectantly. She was asking for my number. Suddenly I felt like a school boy, trying to hook up with the hottest girl in class. I gave her my number. She said she would send the invite and look forward to my call.

It was coming up to time and we made to move away. As we stood she took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you. You don't realise how much this means to me. Call me and maybe we can go for coffee and you can explain the invite.” She walked down the steps and as always I couldn't take my eyes of her arse as she walked. This time though, I knew, she knew, I was looking and so when she turned around at the bottom of the steps, I just kept looking and smiled. She smiled back and turned away and kept walking. As she did, she put one hand on her thigh and ran it slowly up her thigh and over the cheek of her arse. Lovely just lovely.