One night a couple years ago I found myself at the bar across the street from my office. Nothing unusual about my being there except that usually when I'm there, it's for a quick one with friends after work on Thursday or Friday. This was around eleven on a Saturday and the crowd was a quite different one than I usually encountered. The place was packed and I was very lucky to have scored a stool right at the bar, but I was feeling older and older by the minute as the place filled up.
To my left a young couple had been starry-eyed all over each other the entire time I'd been sipping my drink. She had poured her voluptuous young body into a very stretchy and skimpy mocha colored dress that was ruched in the back but quite plain in the front which exhibited her headlights nicely and they were on high beam that night. He was practically drooling in her lap and there could be no doubt where things were headed.
Just as I was polishing off my drink they headed out. No sooner had they disappeared than the stool was claimed by a little blonde hottie in a short short short (did I mention short?) skirt and camisole top. She couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds and had great legs. When she ordered a cosmo, Alicia the bartender proofed her and much to my surprise she passed scrutiny.
The drink arrived and she started fumbling in her purse as Alicia waited impatiently with raised eyebrows. I knew I was being played, but figured what the hell, ordered myself another martini and indicated to Alicia that I was going to cover Ms. Hottie"s too.
Hottie smiled at me and said "Thanks!"
It took a minute or two but when my drink arrived, we clinked glasses. "I'm Kara."
"Dave." I responded. "A pleasure."
We chatted and the place continued to fill up. By the time we both had empty glasses in front of us I'd found out that she was twenty two, a college student studying nursing, and that she was working for the summer as a lifeguard at an amusement park nearby. I envisioned her sleek little body wrapped in a Baywatch style swimsuit with high cut leg openings and little halter straps, probably sporting a nice cameltoe and headlights shining.
She asked if I had a car nearby and when I explained that it was parked right across the street she then asked if she could get a ride home. It seemed that she had arrived with a friend who had taken off immediately with a boyfriend when he appeared and it might be hours before she saw her again. I squared up with Alicia and we headed downstairs and out to my car.
Her high heels made a clicketty sound as we crossed the street and I got an even better view of her great tanned legs. Her breasts were small and firm and her shoulder length blonde hair straight and styled. I opened the passenger side door for her and as she slid in I was treated to a glimpse of white lace clad crotch. She caught me and smiled coyly as she pulled her skirt down and settled into place.
We ended up at a house in the suburbs that must have been built in the fifties. It was a smallish ranch style and there were a couple lights on inside as we approached. Kara led me in through the side door which opened into the kitchen. As soon as I latched the door behind me she kicked off her heels and then immediately wriggled both the skirt and camisole off her delicious little body. The white lace that I'd gotten a glimpse of earlier turned out to be a skimpy little g-string, what I refer to as a "crotch wrapper", just enough to cover up the naughty bits as long as the wearer is well groomed. Her breasts were smallish, more like swells on her delicate frame and her nipples tiny little buds. A tan line roughly corresponding to the "Baywatch" suit I'd envisioned earlier was evident.
As I stood there with my mouth ajar drinking in the exquisiteness of this fine little piece of eye candy another woman entered the kitchen. She too was petite and blonde, but older and dressed in denim daisy dukes and a matching vest that was unbuttoned halfway down.
