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I have been stopping in at this Restaurant Bar on the Ground Floor of my office building most evenings on my way home for some time now. I'm normally not a bar hound, but just for a short one mainly because I'm attracted to the woman Bar Tender.
Frieda is a tall and very attractive real blond. She's also very intelligent, genuinely conversational and friendly. She goes to college during the day and is able to make a nice living on the side without putting a big crimp in school.
Unlike most Bar Tenders, I know a great deal about her by now as she does about me. She's a great conversationalist.
I don't know if I would have ever ask her out or not. Events conspired against that mainly because of her own good intentions and intervention.
As usual, I'm at the Bar right after work and there's another guy four seats over to my right on the end stool. We're the only ones at the bar and he keeps to himself getting soused.
I'm talking with Frieda when a very attractive young woman comes in and sits down between the other guy and myself in the middle seat. She's about five nine with pale olive skin, nearly black eyes and beautiful, nearly black hair with an auburn sheen. A slightly exotic appearance with a very sweet smile and wearing a very fine short dark Mahogany Mink jacket.
As she sits the other guy springs into action like a jack-in-the-box with conversation, putting out all the stock pickup lines. The woman totally ignores him. This doesn't deter him in the least. Frieda and I have been talking about the War of 1812. She's a History buff as am I, and the woman seems far more interested in our conversation than the other guy.
Frieda and the new woman seem to know each other. Frieda calls her by name, Janice.
The other guy's starting to become a real annoyance to Janice. Janice excuses herself to go to the rest room, sliding her drink over to Frieda and me.
As she returns she moves to get on the lone stool next to me to my left. She slips on the wrung of the stool and staggers over against me. I grabbed her by the arms and shoulders an instant after our cheeks touched. It's like an electric shock. Between that and the crush of the Mink of her jacket in my hands I'm instantly aroused.
I have wanted to fulfill my fantasies of fur with a woman since I could remember. I get a grip and am polite. She smiles shyly back apologizing.
Frieda chimes in, "Janice this is James."
The other guy shuts up and leaves soon after.
I don't know if it was truly accidental or intentional, but the three of us go back to our conversation. I can't help but admire her appearance. She has on a black long sleeved ribbed cashmere turtleneck and a black and maroon plaid pleated knee length wool skirt with black opaque stockings and loafers.
It seems Janice takes a few Marketing classes at the University and has a few classes with Frieda. She also works in the same building as an Ad Agency Designer. I'm surprised I had never seen her though it is a rather large building with a lot of people.
I stay much latter than usual. The Dinner crowd has already starting to come in and the three of us had stayed in a very interesting conversation.
Frieda's starting to be distracted by an increasing crush of customers at the Bar as they wait for their tables and drinks for the dinner crowd. Janice and me are increasingly alone in conversation. I compliment her on her Mink.
"You have a fine Mink that looks great on you and you're quite beautiful all together." She gives a shy "Thank you".
Frieda comes back over. "You two, go sit and have dinner. I have a table reserved for you."
At this restaurant you normally have to reserve in the early morning if not days ahead. Never on a moments notice.
"Should I really." Janice says.
Frieda says .. "You two will enjoy each other very much. Go sit and eat."
I'm not wearing one of my fur lined jackets today as I often do nor any of my other furs and I didn't mention my furs to Janice at all. On the other hand I think maybe Frieda has made a connection that I wasn't expecting and I certainly let Janice know I liked her Mink very much, touching and stroking it occasionally which she seems to like, sweetly smiling when I do. We take our seats and are continuing our conversation, drifting into classical music which we find is a mutual love.
We are nearly ejected from the restaurant as our table has others waiting to be seated. I pay and we walk out.
I glance over to the Bar as we're leaving and Frieda gives a big smile and a wink as she waves to us. I wave back.
Since Janice drove to work and parked in the building garage, I walk her to her car. We linger for a few moments with my hands on her shoulders running them down her arms over her fur.
"I certainly enjoyed this evening. It was an unexpected pleasure. Can we do this again soon?"
"I would love it."
I take her soft hands in mine gently pressing them and said "Good night. I'll see you soon." With that she gets in her car and drives out. I walk home as usual.
The next day I make sure I wear one of my best furs in case I see her at the bar after work. I choose my Lynx lined natural Buckskin jacket with Lynx lined hood in a kind of rough Mountain Man style. I'm otherwise casually dressed.
I haven't worn this one to the office very often and several of the women complement me oohhing and aahhing over it. They often chide me on having nicer furs than the women in the office. They are otherwise use to seeing me in one fur or another and it's not out of the ordinary. One says, "Big date tonight?" and a smile. I think a few of the women in the office know about the fur intuitively. We don't talk about it other than the occasional compliment. A few of the women do wear fur on occasion but I'm not otherwise drawn to them though they are very nice and sexy in their furs. I do compliment them. They are otherwise quite attractive. I guess there is this thing of type and attraction. Fur isn't everything.
Janice has certainly completely pulled my chain.
My offices are on the 22nd floor and I leave for a 2PM appointment. I'm alone on the elevator going down when it stops on the 19th floor. When the doors open Janice steps into the elevator wearing a gorgeous full length Silver Fox coat.
We look stunned and open mouthed at each other as she enters and we flow into each others arms without a word or a pause. We're in a passionate embrace with an equally passionate tongue tangling kiss instantly. I stroke and fondle her body through her fur and her hands are running around my face and head fondling the Lynx pulling it into her face as well as we kiss. I touch her wonderfully soft skin holding her face in my hands kissing her.
We're locked in this embrace to the first floor when we separate at the ding, like a boxing match and muttered in near unison somewhat out of breath; "Meet you at the bar after work." We smile at each other and go our separate ways. My heart's pounding out of my chest.
