It’s the day of the NFC championship game and the Dallas Cowboys are playing the San Francisco 49ers. The kids are over at your parents’ house for the weekend and you have invited some friends over to the house to watch the game. A couple of your friends are married, but their wives have no interest in football so they are here alone. The rest of your friends are single, so the family room is full of guys and I’m the only female present.

My name is Julie. I am 36 years old, 5’8”, 135 pounds, long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, a trim waist and long tan legs. Today I am wearing my blue Cowboys jersey, a white cotton skirt that falls just above my knees and wedge sandals. My finger and toe nails are perfectly manicured and pedicured, pink nail polish with white French tips.

Most of your friends arrived early and you all are sitting around drinking beer as I finish putting out the snacks. I notice that several of your friends are watching as I bend over to place trays of snacks on the table, and your best friend Tom is nudging another guy as they sit there eyeing my bare legs. Every so often, when I bend over far enough, they get a glimpse of the pink lace thong that I am wearing under my short skirt and Tom says to no one in particular that he hopes the game goes into overtime as the ref blows the whistle signaling the start of the game….