What follows is based on an incident that actually happened to me in California in 1988. Of course I cannot remember the exact conversations I had with people back then but what I have written is close enough.
My work had taken me to California for an extended period of 1988 so I became quite familiar with the Sacramento area. The people were usually quite nice and I had made a number of friends.
It was a Friday evening, the end of my work week, and all I wanted to do was go to this club I frequented, have a few drinks and enjoy some conversation. The club, known as Jillian's, was just a few miles from the hotel and I arrived there at about 9. I sat at the bar and the barmaid seeing me brought me a nice chardonnay, my drink of choice to start any evening. The barmaid, Kay, was a woman in her mid-40s, blond, nice figure and quite pretty. Kay was forever trying to set me up with a date. At one point I had cried into my beer at being a little lonely there and from that point on she felt it her duty to fix me up.
On one particular evening Kay introduced me to a guy I sat down next to who she had been chatting with. Kay didn't know his name so he introduced himself and we found we had the exact same name. In the following days I found out we were actually related albeit distantly. I also dated his sister after that but that's another story.
The bar was three sided with chairs on each side and I sat toward one of the corners that evening. Kay decided to introduce me to a lady who was sitting right at the corner and facing me. The woman, absolutely beautiful, in my mind was someone who'd be polite for a minute or two and then excuse herself never to been seen again. So much for thinking you know so much.
Her name was Jane and as I said she was quite beautiful, long brunette hair and a body that would easily turn heads. At first glace I took her to be about 30 to 34. It turned out she had just turned 41 and was there to have a quiet celebration.
"So you're waiting for friends?" I asked.
"No, we did that last night which was my actual birthday."
I considered this to be a bit of good luck and decided to see if I could get to know her. It turned out that Jane was a really good conversationalist and holding up my end of the conversation mostly mean listening quietly asking an occasional question and injecting a random thought. Jane's eyes were dark and very very alluring. Looking into her eyes I think anyone would easily see the absolute sensuality of her.
As the night progressed and we both got a little tipsy we seemed to be drawing closer to one another. Several times while talking to me Jane placed her hand over mine gently rubbing my hand before withdrawing it. The first time I took it as her way to help drive home a point she was trying to make. But after a while he hand seemed to linger a little longer. Finally I put my hand on top of hers when next she touched me and looked directly into her eyes as she spoke. There was an intensity to how I looked into her eyes.
Jane stopped speaking for a moment and then said, "What was I saying?"
I smiled and replied, "You were talking about the rude guy in the elevator."
"So I was but just now I had this feeling the we'd met somewhere before this evening. Have we?"
"No, not that I know of. Actually I think it's something else."
"What?"
I didn't respond, at least with words. I put my hand upon her check and slowly leaned in and kissed her ever so lightly upon her lips. She let me kiss her without returning the kiss. Then she pulled back slightly and I thought she was put off by it. She wasn't as she leaned back in and kissed me quickly but pressing her tongue into my mouth before retreating.