I was sitting alone at the bar in the pool hall waiting for a table. I was nursing a beer and checking out the talent serving drinks. One young lady particularly caught my eye. She was older than the rest, maybe 36. Her hair was coal black with frosts of gray and cascaded in waves down between her shoulders. She was about 5'4" and 130 pounds and wore tight faded jeans and a Harley-Davidson tee shirt that stopped six inches from her waistline. Her breasts pushed the material quite a bit away from her flat belly so that it hung open from the bottom. I wanted to look up that tee shirt.
But, you never hit on the barmaid, the saying goes, she has her pick. From the looks of the tall muscled men hanging around the joint, no woman was going to be choosing my short, skinny frame as the Ideal Man. I sipped my beer and lit a cigarette and waited.
Shortly a table became available and I took the rack, selected a cue and began to shoot 8 ball. As I was lining up my third shot from the break, a smokey, slightly hoarse female voice said behind me, "Alone tonight sugar?" I turned around without shooting and there was Dream Woman.
Up close she was even more stunning - high cheek bones, ice-blue eyes, a, fine neck. She smelled very sexy. I wanted her immediately, I had to make this good. Was the look she was giving me a try for a bigger tip, or was she really interested? I went for broke.
"Well, yeah..for right now anyway. I was hoping I'd get lucky though, Friday night and all." I glanced around the pool hall. "Trouble is, there nothing but guys in here. There's you..." I raised an eyebrow, "But beautiful women don't usually go for me."
She smiled very, very brightly, showing her white perfect teeth, and her blue eyes sparkled like diamonds. She never took those eyes from mine. "Oh! I better watch out for you, " She teased.
"Naah," I demurred, "I'm not dangerous."
"You ready for another beer?" she asked.
"I think I'll have a bourbon and water," I replied.
Something in her look changed. My ordering bourbon seemed to draw her closer. I could feel her energy. She was turned on by my drinking liquor. I knew right then, I had her. I knew what she wanted from A to Z and I was dertermined to give it all to her.
The night progressed and I wound up drinking quite a few bourbon and waters. Every time she went by with her tray, I managed a flirtacious look, or managed a funny line as she passed. I never interrupted her in her work, I tried to be gallant. I wanted this woman who was so much older than I was in the worst way. My lust felt like an ache. I watched her perfect ass in those tight jeans and her slim waist and full breasts swaying and my head swam.
Later, feeling the drinks and the closeness of last call, I stopped her and bluntly asked her if she'd like to go to breakfast when the pool hall closed for the evening. She again gave me that 100-watt smile and those diamond eyes and said yes.
I took her to breakfast. She told me her name was Lesa, with an "E". She was divorced, for 2 years. We made a date for the next evening.
I couldn't wait for the day to pass. I put on a black suit and a white shirt, hoping I wasn't overdressing but I wanted her to see how serious I was. Finally it was time for me to drive to the address she had given me. During the drive there I resolved to have her. We were complete strangers but I was sure I knew her secret desires. I had no idea then how right my intuition was.
I knocked at her apartment door and she opened it immediately and let me in. She said hello in her husky, slightly hoarse voice and smiled, silently approving of my suit. She herself was dressed to the nines, wearing a black mini skirt which showed all of her sexy legs which were in black stockings. A tight silk black tank top and a black blazer completed her outfit. Her salt and pepper raven hair fell in large curls which spilled over her shoulders. Again, her perfume made my cock stir in my pants, she smelled like sex.
Her apartment was neat and smelled like incense. There were plants everywhere and her decorative eye was subdued and tasteful. I wondered what this woman was doing waitressing at a pool hall. She had smokey jazz music playing lightly in the background. I felt like I had stepped into a spider's web. I imagined how many men had stepped foot into this apartment before me and fled, overwhelmed. I boldly entered, walking past her. She asked if I wanted a drink. I declined. I wanted this on my time table. I didn't want to get caught in here too early, I told her we had dinner reservations in 30 minutes.
The drive to the restaurant was filled with getting to know you conversation. Dinner was more of the same. We shared a bottle of red wine with our meal and had champagne with desert. We left the restaurant for a hotel bar that was private and dark. I ordered bourbon for both of us. As we drank, the mood changed and became serious. Up to this point we had danced around the fringe; I was trying to conceal my lust, she playing shy. I sat across the table from her and fell into her amazing eyes. The air was electric with our tension.
