"Whoa their Missy."
Easing me back onto the bar stool I felt his hand, enticingly warm on my bare back and shoulder. I turn and smile at him. He's a bit fuzzy. I focus and see, light brown shoulder-length hair, short beard, nice smile and sexy dark brown eyes. "Thanks Jack. That's your name, right? Or is that what I'm drinkin'?"
"The names Jeff, and yes you're drinking Jack on the rocks."
"Cool, thanks." I get Mike the Bartender's attention, "Give me another and," I looked at my new friend Jeff, "another for my friend Jeff here." I watch Mike look at Jeff before he starts pouring the drinks. I must be getting' drunk. Oh ya, I giggled softly, Jeff here saved me from falling off the bar stool again. Mike brings the drinks. Mine, soft dark brown, like his eyes. I smile at him, he smiles back. I lean toward him and ask "What's that ya drinkin'?" It's a pale gold. I don't know about him, but I feel a warmth growing inside me.
"Jose Cuervo Especial. Cheers." He lifts his glass and leans toward me.
I lean in, placing my hand on his knee. I can smell his cologne; it's Aramis, one of my favorites. "To Friends." I see a hesitant look in his deep, brown, oh I love his eyes. I smile and say, "You, Jack and Jose, friends." We clink glasses. His laugh is easy and light.
We sip our drinks. I lean back. He promptly extends his arm to hold me. To steady me on the stool. His touch on my naked shoulder, his warmth is enticing. I nuzzle my shoulders into his arms. The silence is comforting. A song I recognize comes on the bar radio, Peaceful Easy Feeling, by the Eagles. I turn, his fingers softly run the length of my bare back. The intensity of his touch sears my desires. It's hard to breathe, and for a second forget what I was going to say. Then we look at each other saying, "Great song." We laugh. The warm wanting feeling is spreading and it ain't the booze. It vaporizes immediately when he asks, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in here for a few months."
My mind whirls. Have we fucked before? Did I forget? No way, not someone this cute. I see he's noticed the panic in my eyes. He lays his hand softly on my arm resting on the bar. I feel sparks. I gasp, from his touch and the heat in my loins. It's been months since I've enjoyed a man inside me. The ache threatens to overwhelm me.
"We never met before tonight. Typically I'm in the corner drinking by myself or with a friend or two. I know the band that plays here on the weekends. I can't help but notice the attractive women. You're one of the regulars. Well, mostly on a Friday, not the weekend. I usually don't come during the week. And I was about to leave until you so fortuitously feel into my arms."
He starts to pull his hand away. I can't allow that. I put mine on top of his, he looks down then his eyes smile at me. I begin to melt. In a good way. "Oh damn. I thought you were a stalker." He lowers his eyes. Shit did I frighten him off?
"No. Not that." He looks at me smiling, but it's not in his eyes. Is there a recent hurt hidden there? "I'm usually pretty shy. I'm not good at small talk." We continue to gaze into each other's eyes. He looks deep into me. I can feel his probing. I shift in my seat. He touches me somewhere deep. Somewhere already wanting him. I move my arm and take his hand in both of mine. He continues, "I couldn't just let a beautiful woman like yourself fall. I had no choice."
"Yes my knight in shining armor." I bow my head in reverence and to check out his bulge. I was elated to see it growing.
Mike yells, "Last Call," breaking the spell.
My head still lowered I look up at him, alluringly through my eyelashes, "My Galahad."
He chuckles, pulling his hand away signals to Mike for a last round.
