I've been watching her for nearly an hour, she's an attractive long legged red head, her hair flowing down over her shoulders, she's wearing a long red dress with a split up one side half way up her thigh, it is sleeveless with a low plunging neckline showing off her long sensuous neck and she has on a pair of red open toed high heel shoes.
Overall very hot but definitely overdressed for a Friday night in the pub.
She's sitting at the bar by herself but from the way she's looking at a group of three men sitting around a table drinking beer I'm guessing she's with one of them. They were here when I arrived, they appear to know the waitress, she is a busty brunette that seems to be flirting with them and enjoying their banter each time she brings another round of drinks to their table, which has been very regular.
Unfortunately for our lady at the bar they have not paid her the same attention and the couple of times she needed a new drink they ignored her and she had to get her own.
It's obvious from the look on her face she has had enough, I suspect when she finishes this drink she'll be leaving, alone.
The waitress is delivering another round of drinks, her blouse is skin tight, she's obviously braless, her nipples poking out against the fabric and with several buttons undone as she bends over at the table she's giving everyone a good view of her cleavage.
Our red head stares daggers at her before spinning around in her seat, a foot kicking me as she moves.
I moved to the bar beside her while she is distracted by the activity at the table, when she spins around in her seat she is unaware that I'm beside her.
"Sorry."
"That's fine, may I buy you another drink?"
"No thank you, I think I've had enough for one night."
"Enough to drink or enough of your friends at the table?"
"Oh definitely those jerks at the table."
"Well then let me buy you another drink, your dressed far to nicely to head home this early."
"My name's Barry," I say holding out my hand.
"Jenna," she says taking it, I squeeze her hand firmly but gently, turning it slightly to place my hand above hers, the dominate position.
Jenna looks over her shoulder a couple of time but the men at the table are more interested in the waitress than her and the old man she's talking to.
I'm guessing the three men and Jenna are all in the early to mid-twenties, I'm fifty six with silver hair, I work out regularly so my physic is very good with broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms all of which my shirt gives a subtle hint off, My ass is flat and tight, so my wife tells me, and I have muscular legs which my pants highlight.
"Off out to dinner," I say with a nod at her dress, the split has fallen open showing off a long sensuous leg.
"That was the plan or at least mine," she says with a snarl in her voice.
I nod my head backwards indicating the table behind me, "Boyfriend had different ideas."
"Apparently so," definite anger in her voice, she sculls her drink as another one arrives.
"Pop in for a quick beer he said," another large mouthful of drink, "Just while we wait for the restaurant to open he says," I nod to the barman he brings another drink just as she finishes the last. "Bastard, that was three hours ago and he's done nothing but fuck'n drink beer with his mates and leer at that slut Betty."
"Well I do know a nice little Italian place a couple of blocks away if you would like to join me."
"I don't know, Steve is....."
Steve, or whom I suspect is Steve from Jenna's reaction is currently patting Betty's ass as she giggles like a school girl.
Jenna grabs my hand pulling me off my chair, "Fuck you Steve I'm going to dinner with a real man," and before anyone can react she is dragging me out the front door of the pub.
Outside I take control, wrapping my arm around her waist I lead her to a taxi helping her in, I hear her name been shouted, she raises her middle finger before closing the door. Steve stands at the door of the pub with his mates either side as I climb in, several obscenities are shouted together with some fist waving, but the boys are very unsteady on their feet as they start staggering towards the taxi.
As we drive away I look out the back window, Betty stands in the doorway and his mates are half carrying, half dragging Steve to take him back to the pub.
"Sorry Barry, I shouldn't have done that, I need to go back," she says as we stand outside the restaurant, anger has been replaced by guilt.
I take hold of her hand, gently squeezing it as I look into her eyes, "Jenna, we're here now, you look absolutely stunning it'll be a shame to waste your beauty on a cheap pie and beer at the pub, let's have a nice dinner then if you want I'll take you back to the pub."
It's 7.30pm I'm counting on the fact that dinner will be a couple of hours at least and if Jenna still wants to go back to the pub Steve's will be drunker and a bigger arsehole then, than what he was when we left.
I didn't give her time to answer, wrapping my arm firmly round her waist I lead her up the stair to the restaurant.
"Good evening Mr Richards, your usual table?"
"Yes thank you James and a bottle of my usual."
"Certainly Sir, this way please."
I have a regular table reserved for every Friday and Saturday night whether I use it or not, it costs me several hundred each week but I feel it's money well spent.
Jenna is still anxious as our bottle of wine arrives, the waiter pours a small amount for me to sample, with a nod of my head he fills Jenna's glass then tops up my glass.
"Thank you Mark, please ask Barbara to wait 20 minutes then I'll be ready to order."
"Yes of course Mr Richards."
I place my hand on top of Jenna's, raising my glass towards her I say, "To new friends and interesting times to come."
"I'm not going to fuck you," she says, steely defiance in her eyes.
I give her smile, my hand firmly on hers, my eyes locked on hers, "My dear tonight is all about you, you will choose what you do or don't, I am here merely to make it happen."
"I'm still not going to fuck you."
I'm still holding my glass up, "Well then to new friends and a nice dinner."
Jenna raises her glass, a smile returning to her face as our glasses clink together.
We sit sipping our wines, chatting until Barbara arrives at our table.
"Are you ready to order Mr Richards?"
"Jenna do you mind if I order for both of us?"
I didn't need to see the menu, I've been here that often I know it off by heart.
"Yes that will be fine Barry."
I ordered entrees and mains telling Jenna she can look at the dessert tray later.
We chat and laugh over dinner, I can see in Jenna's face she is relaxing and enjoying herself, she may even be forgetting about Steve. The atmosphere in the restaurant adds to the ambiance, the temperature warm and comfortable with soft, soothing piano music playing in the background.
Time fly's when you're having fun and tonight is no exception, by the time the dessert tray is brought around it's 10.30pm, I skip the dessert ordering a couple of ports instead, Jenna selects some Tiramisu.
It's just after 11pm as we leave the restaurant, a taxi awaits for us outside.
"Thanks for a wonderful evening Barry but I better get back to Steve."
"The evening only young yet Jenna, are you sure."
"Honestly Bruce no but I feel it's what I must do."
"Jenna you are an independent gorgeous young woman you can do what you want, with who you want."
"I know but.."
"No buts Jenna, come with me I know a lovely little club that has great drinks and music."
She doesn't resist as I once more wrap my arm around her waist leading her to the taxi.
There is a large queue waiting to get into the club, I open the door for Jenna, taking her hand I lead her to the front of the queue.
"Good evening Mr Richards, Miss, please come in," the doorman steps aside allowing us to enter.
"Thank you Jack," I say shaking his hand and palming him a couple of hundred dollar notes.
