Bingo Caller Bliss

Friday night bingo with my nan—not my idea of a good time. Until I saw who was calling the numbers.

Leanne was up on stage, all curves and sparkle. Sequined dress, big hair, microphone in hand. She made "two fat ladies" sound like phone sex.

"Eyes down for a full house, everyone."

My eyes were definitely down. On her arse. On her tits. On the way she moved like she was performing for just me.

Nan noticed. "Put your tongue away, love. She's out of your league."

She wasn't wrong. But Leanne caught my eye between calls, and something flickered.

At the break, she found me by the bar.

"Your nan's a regular. You're not."

"Special occasion."

"Lucky me." She looked me up and down. "Fancy seeing what happens backstage? I've got ten minutes."

Backstage was all mirrors and makeup. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"Been calling numbers for four hours. Need something to wake me up."

"I can help with that."

She kissed me, all lipstick and desperation. The sequined dress was tight, but I found the zip.

"God yes—been dying for someone to touch me—"

Underneath, she was all curves and lace. Her bra was working overtime, and when I unhooked it, heavy tits spilled free.

"Like what you see?"

"Two fat ladies indeed."

She laughed, hit my chest, then moaned as I took a nipple in my mouth.

"More—quick—not much time—"

I lifted her onto the makeup counter, pushed aside her knickers. She was wet, ready, and gasped when I pushed in.

"Fuck—yes—"

We fucked in front of all those mirrors, watching ourselves from every angle. She came fast, watching her own face contort.

"Harder—don't stop—"

She came again, clenching around me. I followed, buried deep.

Someone knocked. "Two minutes, Leanne!"

"Coming!" she shouted, then laughed at her own joke. To me: "That was perfect."

"Same time next Friday?"

"I'll call your number."

Walked back to nan with a smile I couldn't explain. Won £50 that night.

Lucky in more ways than one.