One night I got a call from my friend who I was supposed to go to a bar with. She said she was sick and wouldn't be able to make it. Disappointed and left without plans, I decided to go alone anyway. It was already 10:30pm and I didn't feel like trying to track down any other friends.
I decided that I might as well have a little fun, so I dressed up in a dark red button front dress with a collar and fishnet stockings with black boots. I left the first few buttons undone, allowing the tops of my tits to be sexily visible. I wore no jewelry and my hair was down. I knew someone at the bar was bound to notice me alone and maybe I could have a quick romp.
I arrived at the place a while later and it was pretty busy. The dim lights accentuated the bar's atmosphere and the crowd of people talked and laughed over loud music. I sat right at the bar and ordered a drink. I sipped and watched the room, and after a few minutes decided to go out front for a cigarette.
Not long after lighting up, I noticed a man who was also alone, smoking on the other side of the doorway. I walked over to him and started some small talk. He was pretty hot and he looked my age.
"You here all by yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, my friends all left," he replied "Are you here alone, too?" His inquiry came with a smile.
"Hopefully not for long..." I hinted.
"Well, I'm Sam," he reached out to shake my hand. How polite.
"I'm Raynne," I said as I shook back. His hands were big and his shake was firm. We talked a little more, being very flirtatious, until finally Sam told me he lived right around the corner and I could come over for more private conversation if I liked. I quickly agreed and we walked over.