I am trying something new here, writing from both the male and female viewpoints. I would welcome your constructive comments.
Jay’s View:
I was in my usual seat at the bar of my favorite local jazz spot. Since I’m a regular there I know the bartenders, waitresses and most of the crowd. Seemed like just another night until she walked in. Pontiac used to have a slogan, “Can we build one for you?” If someone wanted to build a woman for me she was it. She was tall with legs that seemed to go on forever. I like my women dark and this one was the color of Godiva chocolate with hair to her shoulders and a smile to die for. She had on a short skirt that showed off her perfect ass and her blouse was open just enough to show off her full, firm breasts. Throw in some thigh-high boots and the woman made quite a first impression.
I was glad the only empty seat at the bar was next to me. I waved my hand and offered it to her. When she excepted, I knew my evening had just taken a turn for the better. As she took her seat her breast brushed (accidentally?) against my arm. “Hi, I’m Jay” I said. She told me her name was Crystal and before I could say anything else she told the bartender to bring her a Margarita and bring me another of whatever that was in front of me. “Oh, a take charge woman?” I asked. She told me she enjoyed catching men off guard. We started to talk and I learned that she was meeting a girlfriend. I must have looked disappointed because she said, “Don’t worry, when she gets here the three of us can hang out together”.
Crystal’s View:
I don’t usually like to walk into clubs alone because men look at you like you’re desperate, especially the ugly ones. I was meeting my girlfriend Angela, but she was late as usual. I was thinking about waiting in the car but decided to take a quick look inside. When I looked in I saw him and everything changed. When I felt his eyes on me I was glad I had decided to stop by home and change. I was looking good in a short, denim skirt that fit my ass just right, long black boots, and a black shirt, open low, to show my bra and ample breasts. As I sometimes do, I had decided to go without panties so there would be no lines. I could tell he was tall, which I like. All caramel brown with a nice shaved head and a goatee. Strong shoulders, muscular arms and the prettiest, straight white teeth. You can see why I was in trouble. I could almost see that pretty head between my thighs…but I’m getting ahead of myself.
