Hush
What better way to spend a Friday evening, just before Christmas, than in a crowded bar getting tanked. That and people watching. I wasn't looking to be social, just here for my own amusement.
That was my plan, well somewhat a loose plan, but that changed. At least the getting absolutely plastered part did.
She walked in and conversation stopped. She was a smallish blond with wavy hair that framed an angular face with a cute nose, bedroom grey blue eyes, and sensuous full lips. If that wasn't enough to grab my attention, the rest of her definitely did.
She wore a backless semi sheer dress that came barely mid thigh. Under that she wore dark panties that were not much more than a thong and a push up bra. She had smallish but perfect breasts, and a cute butt that grabbed your attention.
Her legs were toned in dark stockings, and she wore open toe high heels.
The way she moved was a combination of the grace of a leopard, and the hypnotizing movement of a hooded cobra dancing to an Indian piper.
As she walked through the bar, several guys made crude comments, and a few blatant pick-up comments. She seemed oblivious to the crass dialogue. She took a seat two seats over from mine at the bar. She gave me a quick look with a slight promise of a smile before ordering a Gladiator.
As she awaited her drink she began to deal with a string of hopeful suitors. Some offered drinks, others invited her to dance. She finally relented with one guy who said he would be honoured to share a dance with such a lady who was both sexy and elegant. Apparently his nervous but honest approach paid dividends as she stayed on the dance floor for a few songs including a slow dance.
She returned and declined multiple drink offers and ordered her second Gladiator.
I was somewhat curious about the drink of choice. I hadn't heard of it before, but it looked delicious. Or maybe it looked good to see her lips taking the sweet looking nectar in.
For the next hour and a half, she sipped her drink and once in a while accepted an invite to dance. I noticed she shied away from the aggressive, cocky and confident dominant males, choosing men whose approach was softer and more appreciative.
Just before midnight she accepted an invite to dance from a guy who had been sitting on the other side of her. He also had been watching her closely. His approach was flattering, soft and gentle. She accepted.
The guy flashed me a big smile when she wasn't looking and gave a fist pump in the air for getting the dance. I figured he was a player, and wondered how long It would take her to figure him out.
It turned out it was about halfway through the second dance. She placed her stiletto on his foot and pressed down. He released her ass, which he held in both hands pulling her in to him.
She almost stomped back to the bar. She ordered another drink and frowned as she drank it.
She told another would be dance partner, "Forget it!" Before focusing on her drink again.
She looked up and then over to me. I smiled. "Don't get any ideas" was her deadpan response.
"Ouch! All I did was smile" I said raising my hands in mock surrender. "I wasn't going to try anything either. I was just watching and wondering."
"What were you wondering?" she asked, with a hint of a smile. "And why wouldn't you try anything?" she gave a slight pouty look.
"I, um, just came here to get drunk, and do what I usually do at a bar. I like watching people. You have made that quite interesting tonight. Turns out I actually didn't feel like drinking, given a better option." I responded, "And I didn't try anything because I have no idea what you are looking for. "
She smiled, "I would have thought that dressing like this would make that perfectly obvious" she said with a smirk and posing to show off her perfect breasts.
It was my turn to smile. "If you just wanted what you dressed for, you could have your pick. You want something particular. I haven't figured out what that is yet."
"To be honest, I am not quite sure what it is I am looking for, but I am very clear on what I don't want". She sighed, "I hoped knowing that much would make it easier, but it has't helped."
"Oh? What aren't you looking for?" My curiosity made me ask.
She looked at me, up and down "Why are you asking?"
"Hmmm, I suppose to see if my assumptions are right. And too be honest, I kind of want to know." I replied.
"Ok, so tell me what you assumed, and we'll see how observant you really are." She countered.
"Ok, so please pardon me if what I say implies a demeaning trait. Being sexual shouldn't seem to cheapen the value of a person." I said cautiously. She nodded her head in understanding, so I continued, hoping I wasn't going to come across as arrogant or rude in my interpretation.
" I see you not wanting to be used as a notch on some guy's bedpost, so he can say he bagged another hottie. You seem to want confident, but not cocky or self centered. You picked almost all of those off and they never stood a chance. "
I looked at her, she was listening and waiting for me to continue. "While you danced with some of the less aggressive guys, I noticed that when they got close and personal, that also put you off, but for a different reason. I also saw you look off anyone who wasn't sure of himself."
I drew a huge breath in before continuing, " So, what I think is that you want to get fucked, not like a guy falling in love would make love to you, but fucked. You don't want to be some assholes cum dumpster, and you don't want some nice guy to fall in love. Kind of like a no questions asked solid good roll in the hay."
She looked at me, blinked and smiled at me. "You're pretty good at this." She took the last sip of her drink. " I hadn't figured out myself that far. I don't want to be a cum dump notch on a bedpost, and I don't want some putz who is going to fall in love with me because he got to cum, so yeah, I want a quality roll in the hay, with no strings attached."
Our bartender came by and took our empty glasses. " May I buy you a drink?" I asked. " no strings or expectations"
She accepted, so I ordered 2 Gladiators. She moved over to sit beside me.
"So, what's your story? You haven't hit on me or flirted with me. You came here to drink and watch people. So, what is your story?"
I smiled. "Why don't you try, and we can see how observant you are?" I retorted with a laugh.
"Fair enough" she replied and looked me over again. "So tall, good looking, and intelligent. You have given me the x-ray eyes, so I know you're not gay. You had a look of sadness when I first saw you, so my guess is girl trouble. Either dumped, had to choose to leave or in between. I'd say from the attire, you didn't choose to come here to try to get laid, so you enjoy music, because you tap your fingers and feet to the music, and you also wanted the distraction of people watching to comfort you."
I was floored. "Fuck.". I said without thinking. "Am I that pathetic? You nailed it!"
