Sexy Summer Party

Late December Back in '87...

Sunday, 13th December, 1987

The Christmas Party

You wouldn't think Peyton had only lived here 6 months from the States with the way she flew along the crazy busy Princess Highway to get to what she described as "the party of the season"  over at Manly, on the north side of Sydney.

I often wonder what she and Brooke - also from the States - see in me ... but every day at the firm they make a point of heading over for a chat about this or that, which is how this all started...

They are about the same age as me, mid to late twenties, so that helps with most of the male dominated law firm being a fair bit older.
Both stunning young women and as charming as all get out they'd sidled up to me at Friday drinks to tell me about this party that I just HAD to come to!

Fast forward to 2 0'Clock on this steamy hot summer's Sunday afternoon and I'm being raced to said party with INXS, Madonna and The Divinyls blasting out over the speakers ... windows down, speeding across the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge, taking in the incredible view of the bluest of skies sparkling on the loveliest harbour in the world, and then swiftly over The Spit at Manly.  All this by a stunning, laughing vision in white - flowy pants and top, sky high heels and a fabulous white bowler hat set upon long, honey-brown corkscrew curls blowing behind her in the wind - and enormous sunglasses...

Peyton had banged - literally banged - on my door an hour and a half earlier ... dragged me out of bed, coaxed me into the shower with a cup of coffee in my hand and chosen my beautiful pants and stunning red linen jacket - I'd only bought it at Thursday night shopping last week and just loved the strong red colour, the double-breast buttoning detail and the fabulous shoulder pads ... they made my already small waist so teeny tiny!! I had on killer heels too and felt good with my cute, matching red handbag and nails ... I love my details!! I was a redhead dressed in red!!

As we walked into the party - which was already in full swing - it was like Peyton knew everyone!
They were so happy to see her back from her mercy mission to get me!!
She manoeuvred me over to the far corner to where Brooke had taken charge of the music - she was playing some of this electro music that was big overseas and people seemed to be enjoying it!

Brooke was another American beauty.  She had your classic girl-next-door looks - fair, tall and slim with the new-look short Bonnie Tyler hair ... I loved her dress! It was a backless, high-necked denim dress with cute capped sleeves and shoulder pads. Brooke gave me an enthusiastic welcome to the party with lots of hugging and bouncing around introducing me here and there.

When I turned around all I could see was lots of glamorously dressed people with champagne flowing like water and beyond that, floor to ceiling glass doors with gorgeous views up and down The Spit .... beautiful yachts peppered all about.

I found myself standing on the huge balcony beyond the doors just taking in the atmosphere when I was approached by the cutest couple.

They both had the biggest smiles and were waving around a bottle of bubbly and a champagne flute for me with a questioning look of "did I want a drink?" They quickly introduced themselves as Grahame and Chris and popped the cork and poured me a delicious drop.

We hit it off straight away, all feeling totally comfortable - even though they were a bit older than me. We laughed our heads off at the funny stories they told and they were soo interested in me!! They would touch my arm, smile fondly at me and exchange loving looks with each other over my head and I just felt so connected to each of them!
I enjoyed Grahame's quiet and confident conversation and Chris' huge smile whenever she looked at me.

They were both dressed elegantly, simply, androgynously, both having slim, fit, tanned and athletic bodies. We talked and laughed and then we were all three dancing to Macho Man and YMCA  and Like A Virgin ... it was so much fun!! They both complimented my figure and kept trying to peek down my front or brush past my round butt, giving it a little squeeze here and there.