Chris was late for her date with Marilyn. Traffic on the Ventura Freeway had been unusually heavy for a Sunday. She rushed into the bar and saw Marilyn sitting alone at a little table a half consumed drink in front of her.

"I'm sorry to be so late," Chris said breathlessly. "Traffic was awful."

"Out there maybe – in here nada," Marilyn responded smiling up at Chris. "Want a drink before we head out?"

"Not really. Thanks."

"Good. Let's go. We'll take my car."

Chris nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Well honey it's like this," Marilyn said grinning, "I still belong to a rather posh country club – part of the divorce settlement from my first husband – there are more rich, healthy young studs prowling there than anywhere north of Manhattan Beach. That's where I go whenever I need a jump start." Chris laughed. "Sounds good to me."

As they walked out to the parking area Chris sized up Marilyn's wardrobe for the evening. She wore a low cut patterned red silk blouse and tailored black gabardine slacks. "That outfit's off Rodeo Drive for sure," she thought not unmindful of the tantalizing roll of her friend's full, firm butt.

"Slide in Chrisie and we'll make this red monster growl," Marilyn said unlocking the Ferrari and quickly turning off the alarm system. As she deftly guided the car out onto the freeway Marilyn said, "You're dressed beautifully. No one can miss the figure your barely covering – no I can't read minds but I caught you eying my duds as we left."

Chris blushed. "I wish I could afford fine clothes like those you're wearing. You look lovely."

"Hon, when you get to be my age clothes are an essential enticement. The boobs may sag a little and the butt splays out some so if you can afford it you dress to make them assets," Marilyn laughed. "Now with you it's different. First off I'll bet you've never worn a bra in your life – that green blouse just barely hides the goodies. And if I had a butt like yours I wouldn't need Adolpho designs."