Category: Doing A Carol

Doing A Carol 3

It started off as just another birthday celebration at the local Italian restaurant with a group of friends.

We were all there to celebrate Carol’s husband, Michael’s birthday. There must have been about ten of us all gathered around a large table laden with bowls of pastas, salads and overflowing glasses of wine that were all scattered in between brightly coloured bowls with candles in them.

The restaurant was busy that evening, especially as our loud group monopolised most of the staff. I felt sorry for the happy couples who looked as if they wanted a quiet night out, although on another table, a group of ladies seemed they were having fun too.

Michael, who owns a recruitment company, was clearly enjoying being the centre of attention, especially as the ladies on the next table were waving at him and wishing him a happy birthday.

As a people watcher, it was fun catching the young Italian stallion waiter glancing down at Carol’s breasts as he served the drinks. And it was obvious to me that Carol was flirting back at him as she looked as if she enjoyed the attention of him looking at her in her tight black dress which showed off her glittered dusted breasts.

Oh the poor waiter. Carol would eat him alive.

After a few more drinks, the lights went low and the staff brought out a large birthday cake in the shape of a Lamborghini for Michael and we all sang ‘Happy Birthday’. Michael stood up, thanked us for being there and then cut the cake to a cheering crowd. In the meantime, I looked around the table and caught Carol looking at the waiter’s bulge in his tight black trousers as he stood next to her.

It was such a fun evening as we all laughed and joked and shared stories about Michael. And not being a shy guy, Michael took the jokes on the chin then excused himself from the group. I saw him across the restaurant shake hands with all the staff as it looked like he was thanking them for looking after him.

Michael came back with a big smile on his face, sat down next to me and opened another bottle of champagne for all of us. He told me that he was really pleased to see all his friends and how much fun he was having.

On the other side of the table, Carol quietly got up from her chair without anyone noticing and slipped off to the washrooms, followed by the young waiter.

I tried to keep Michael’s attention on me, but I’m sure he noticed something was up. Luckily the group of ladies next to us were about to leave and came over to congratulate Michael again. Phew!

As the champagne flowed, Michael got up and worked the table, thanking each person for coming. Although I thought it was strange that he kept looking at his phone. I guess it must have something to do with work as I know how important it is to him as he has to keep up a nice house and a certain lifestyle.

Carol then came back and kissed Michael on the cheek which made him jump. He smiled back and gave her a hug. With her hand grabbing her husband’s bum cheek, she looked over his shoulder and gave me a knowing look. In the meantime, the wandering waiter looked rather flushed as he cleaned up the table next to us.

By now the guests were starting to leave and were saying their goodbyes. It was time for me to leave too. I said goodbye to the last few people sitting down and to Michael and Carol and thanked them for a great evening.

It was odd that Michael hugged me and thanked me for being there and for looking after him. I’m not sure what that meant, but I told him he was more than welcome.

Could it be that he knew what Carol had got up to whilst we were chatting? Does he know about her shenanigans? Who knows? Although it would be fun to find out, wouldn’t it?

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Doing A Carol 2

I’ve just found out that my friend Carol has been up to her old tricks again.

It was at our monthly dinner at Carol’s where another one of her discount derby sessions was blurted out over nibbles.

As we all flopped over her luxurious sofa stuffed from her delicious meal, Carol casually poured out a celebratory bottle of Bollinger and waved her hand around to show off her freshly decorated lounge.

I did notice the subtle changes as I came in but forgot to comment on this.

Anyway, Carol, who is more financially comfortable than my other friend Sarah and I, told us that her husband had a local decorating company revamp his office and he said to them that his wife was looking to have the lounge freshened up.

Nothing unusual about this.

She said that a few days later the owner of the decorating company, a silver haired man in his late fifties, popped by to discuss the colours, style and to leave off some samples to choose from.

I knew that she had a friend who was an interior designer and asked her why she didn’t ask her to decorate her lounge.

Carol gave me a wry smile as she sipped her favourite drink. Hmmm. I knew that twinkle. What had she been up to now?

She told us that she didn’t want to use her friend as the job would have been too simple for her. Yeah right!

‘Really?’ I asked.

She took another sip. Still saying nothing.

‘What have you done?’ I said, knowing that Carol has been up to something naughty.

Carol looked at my friend Sarah and and told us what had happened.

Having looked at the samples, Carol had contacted the decorating company and booked a second appointment with the owner. Unfortunately he was unavailable to visit so he had sent one of his team members to pop by.

Apparently a man in his early thirties knocked on the door. She let him in and noticed that his apprentice was left sitting in the van.

Carol continued her story and told us that she sat next to the man on the sofa and they looked through the samples, deciding what colour she wanted on the walls. As soon as she knew what she wanted, she got up to make some tea.

‘Tea?’ I butted in.

‘Yes,’ she said, trying to hold back a cheeky grin.

She then went on to say that she asked the man to invite the apprentice in for a cup of tea too as he looked bored sitting out there on his own. The man gestured to the eighteen year old lad to come in.

Here we go, I thought.

‘Not going in to too much detail,’ she said, ‘but I could see they were interested in me by what I could see growing in their overalls. So as they were having their tea, I quickly popped upstairs, slipped on some sexy black underwear and came down. They were surprised to see me like this, but it didn’t take them long to remove their overalls. And one thing led to another, it wasn’t long that I had them there and then. Both at the same time. And they took some naughty pics too.’

She went to get her phone out of her bag to show us, but we both declined to look at the pictures.

‘And your husband doesn’t know?’ Sarah gasped, though not shocked nor surprised.

‘Don’t be silly. Of course not! He’s far too busy at work. Anyway he gets his oats when he needs to. Though these days it’s not that often as he would like,’ she giggled, finishing off her drink.

We all laughed. Carol does keep us amused with what she gets up to, all because she wants to save a few pounds.

Her poor husband. If only he knew!

Doing A Carol 1

My friend, who I shall call Carol, is stunning and a very naughty lady who always surprises me. For instance, we were having drinks at a barbeque the other night and Carol, with her third glass of rosé in one hand and a sausage in the other, spilled out a confession saying that she has met an older man in his mid 60’s who runs a small local garden centre.

Nothing unusual about. Carol is always meeting new people as she’s a social butterfly. After a gulp of wine, she then goes on and tells us about her antics with this large bellied gent.

Apparently, on her days off work she pops into his potting shed at the back of the garden centre and fools about with his thick tool just to get her hands on some freebies. From her greenhouse gropes over the months she has acquired an olive tree worth £80, various potting plants, garden furniture and several garden lights.

This is not the first time she has done that. A few months ago, she advertised for a painter and decorator to come and redecorate her lounge, with the intent of paying him in kind. Which she did!

She now tells me that her next venture is to sort out the junk in her garage and is looking for a man with a van.

Let’s see how she tackles this task!