She stood at the bar, an attractive lady who drew glances. My eyes traced er body slowly. From her feet up her legs, naked and black. To her skirt, short, red and wrapped around her tight ass like tape. Her waist, narrow and fine led to her breasts which were restrained only by a loosely-tied half blouse. Her face radiated amusement and joviality. She was obviously open to a lot of fun.
I watched as she made her way to the fruit machine and began to play. The lights flickered as two men walked either side of her to offer advice. She flirted with then and smiled as they brought a drink to her.
There was a clatter of winnings and she bent down to collect. My eyes fixed on her fine ass, stretching the red leather of her skirt tight. She seemed to wiggle a little to make her point.
She took her money and sat down on a large sofa. The men sat either side of her. They talked a little until one man put his hand on her thigh. She smiled a little and then lifted her leg so her skirt rose slightly. From this angle I could just see her panties, white against the darkness of her skin.