"And what do you do for a living?" she asked as she casually propped an elbow up on the bar.
"I do data-base consulting work for several small companies in town," he replied.
"Computers...fascinating," she said. She smiled coyly at him while absent-mindedly fingering the long-stemmed wine glass.
"So, other than talking to strangers at bars, what exactly do you do?" he asked.
"Oh, this and that," she answered, knowing it was best to give a vague reply.
"Hmm....sort of an evasive answer, don't you think?" He smiled and watched her facial expressions.
"Evasive?—no. Vague, perhaps." She raised the inner corner of her eyebrow and flashed him a smile along with a flirty little tilt of the head. "My interests are sort of on a 'need to know' basis."
"Well then, I suppose I need to know. What exactly are your interests?" He slid his left hand onto the bar and ran his index finger lightly across the inside of her elbow.
"Let's cut to the chase. Do you mean, 'Am I interested in leaving this bar with you tonight?'" She grinned. "Honestly, you seem like a really nice guy, and I've enjoyed chatting with you, but no—I don't see us leaving together, if that is what you are hinting."
"Well, then obviously you don't really believe I'm that nice of a guy," he grinned and leaned toward her just a bit.
"You are nice enough," she said standing to her feet. "I'm just not looking for a one nighter." She slowly moved to stand behind his left shoulder and leaned over to whisper into his ear. "But if I were looking, you would definitely be leaving here lucky tonight," she purred softly. As she turned to walk away she made sure the tips of her breasts brushed against his arm.
He shifted slightly, leaning back to prolong the feeling of her tight tits against him as they slid across the back of his shoulder. He turned around and watched as she sauntered slowly toward the left-hand side of the room. "Damn little tease," he muttered to himself as he eyed the soft sway of her hips and felt the throbbing ache between his legs sharpen. She sat down at an empty table in the far corner of the smoky bar. Still he couldn't help but grin as he turned back around and dipped his hand into the pretzel bowl next to him.
She asked for a glass of red wine and sat with her legs crossed at the knee, smoothing the fabric of her blue silk dress while she waited for the server to return with her drink. She scanned the crowd slowly and looked at each man seated near the bar. Mr. Computer Consultant would have made a pretty hot catch for the night if she were into that sort of thing. No harm in a little fun flirtation though, as long as she didn't let things get out of hand. She certainly had no intention of going home on the arm of a stranger tonight for some quick little rut on a lumpy couch and a 2 a.m. cab ride home alone.
The waitress plopped her drink onto the faux-wood table top and folded a paper cocktail napkin beside it. She lifted the glass to her lips. As she swallowed the first sip, a tall gentleman pulled out a chair at her table and sat down across from her.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked after the fact.
"And what if I said, 'yes, I mind?'"
"Now, why in the world would you want to do that?"
"And why in the world would you want to sit down at my table?" she asked bluntly.
"How else are you going to get to know what a wonderful guy I am unless I sit down and we talk?" He smiled and leaned against the back of his chair.
He was certainly self-confident, perhaps even somewhat arrogant. He had classic good looks: chiseled features, smoky-blue eyes, and a head full of dark hair with just a bit of graying at the temples. "Okay, so I am going to discover that you are a wonderful guy. What else?" she asked, taking the bait.
"You might just discover that I am going to change your world."
She laughed openly. Her red shoulder-length curls bounced as she threw her head back. "Wow. Now that is a line if I have ever heard one."
He smiled smugly. "I don't use lines. I shoot straight and honest." He stood up, picked up his chair and dropped it into place next to her. "I see what I want and I go for it," he replied as he sat back down.
Her expression grew serious. "And what exactly is it that you want?"
His eyes locked with hers and he leaned over slightly, draping his arm across her thigh. With one smooth movement he pushed his open hand over her legs, uncrossing them and then he slid his hand underneath the slit in her dress that exposed her left thigh.
She gasped when she realized what he had done. His palm flattened against the top of her naked thigh and his warm hand slid straight up between her legs without hesitation. She instinctively clamped her hips shut and glared at him. She couldn't believe what was happening. This guy had waltzed over to her table, uninvited, and was actually mauling her in public. She opened her mouth to protest as his hand pressed in tighter, pushed against her resistance and clamped down firmly between her legs.
She reached out with both hands and grabbed his arm. "I'll have you know that I'm not some cheap buffet you can just walk up and sample." She struggled to push his arm away as his middle finger wiggled underneath the satiny edge of her panties and slid into her. He was startled at how wet she was and how easily his finger stroked back and forth across her hot little slit. He ignored her rising protests and continued to slide his finger deeper.
Her mouth literally dropped open in shock. She tried to think of something to say to get him to stop. Instead she found herself acutely aware of how firm his finger was and how the back-and-forth dragging motion of it caused her whole body to tingle. Instead of continuing the useless protest, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the ripples of pleasure that radiated from between her legs. She found herself pulling her knees further apart to accommodate more of this dark-haired man's skilled hand.
