I can't speak for all men but a big turn on for me has always been when a woman comes on to me. When you get the feeling, the unspoken vibe of "I want to fuck you". It can come from a look in the eyes, body language, the flow of the conversation, a giggle accompanied by hand on your leg, made to look like a reflex action, but it's not. This is story of such an encounter I had many years ago. Despite the amount of time past it is still fresh in my memory.
I was in my first year of college, not yet 19 years old. It was a Monday night in the winter. My college was in a city, walking distance from many things to do. There was a local watering hole had a unique promotion they did on an on-going basis. Any woman who came in on Friday or Saturday night and bought a drink at the bar was given a coupon to buy a drink for a Quarter....redeemable on Monday nights only. This worked like a charm for the bar, Monday nights were almost as busy as the weekends due to the amount of single women in there, and the men who followed. I was one of them, along with a few buddies from my dorm.
On this particular Monday night there was no open seats at the bar, no surprise, so we stood there, beers in hand, chatting and looking around. Occasionally glancing at the tv's to watch the hockey game but not really, it was the females we were checking out. Like I said this was a long time ago, the drinking age was still 18, worked out great for us, and the women in the place, which seemed to range from 18 year old Freshmen college girls experiencing their new found freedom to 30 year old working girls and everything in between.
Like many taverns this one had a long dark oak bar with a brass foot rail. It ran from the back of the place along one wall towards the front, turned 90 degrees and landed against the wall about ten feet from the front window. The bartenders worked their craft with efficiency behind it and patrons sipped their libations in front of it. At the spot where the bar met the wall an attractive auburn haired woman sat on a stool. She was maybe 8 feet from me, I couldn't help but look at her, repeatedly. On one glance her eyes met mine and she smiled and said "there is an extra stool here if you want to sit down" as she motioned to an empty stool right next to her. I didn't need to be asked twice and quickly made my way over. Draping my winter coat over the stool I sat down, introduced myself, and thanked her for invitation to sit. Mary was her name and she introduced me to two friends standing nearby who she had been talking to, a woman with short blond hair and a stocky guy with a mustache, Alice and Ken.
In the course of our small talk it was revealed that she was 25 and a hairdresser at a local salon. I was intrigued. An older woman was interested in me, when you're an 18 year old guy a woman who is 25 is normally not within your grasp but yet here I was, chatting and laughing with this attractive brown eyed beauty. Winter clothes often make it difficult to assess what kind of a figure a person has but despite her turtle neck sweater I could see she had a nice pair of tits and her jeans fit snug around a tight ass. I was getting increasingly turned on as the evening progressed. I also realized without it being said that her girlfriend had been sitting on the stool first but Mary asked her to get up so she could invite me over. And of course there was a laugh at some stupid joke I told and the hand on my thigh for emphasis. I would have had to be blind to miss these signs.