I have been a Security Guard at this site for over six months. Working second shift originally never appealed to me, until I started to get to know the women that worked here. Every night when Sandy left she would slow her truck down just a little as she drove through the open gate. She smiled at me as her slender fingers pressed the button to make the window disappear. We would talk for a few seconds until someone got behind her, then she would have to drive away.
This evening was a little different. First she left at 7 PM, which is way late for her. Second, she stopped and asked me when I got off. I told her I hadn't gotten off in along time, her eyes twinkled a little as she smiled her beautiful smile. At least now it was dark enough that she wasn't wearing her sunglasses. Her deep green eyes almost matched the color of her truck. She repeated the question, I told her midnight. Her smile grew a little bigger at that. As she pulled away from the gate her hand stuck out the window, waving to me until she turned the car onto the main street.
The rest of the night went slow until around 10 PM when the phone in the shack rang. It was Sandy; she asked me if I wanted to have a drink with her after work. I didn't have to think too long. I gave her my cell number and told her to text me where to meet her at midnight. The easy part was telling my wife I was working until 4 AM.
A little before midnight I received a message to turn left at the light down at the bottom of the drive way. It wasn't long before I passed her truck and then another message came over that simply said, "Follow me." I had changed my shirt before leaving; I always carried an extra polo shirt in my bag.
I really hate texting, especially when driving; my fingers seem too big to hit the right numbers sometimes. I slowed so she could pass and I stayed right on her tail. After traveling for about 20 minutes she finally pulled into the driveway of a nice little old two story house in Middleton. It didn't take long for her to hop out of her truck and walk back to my van. She was wearing very short jean shorts that seemed to be painted on. Her top was also very revealing; a thin tube top that seemed like it didn't want to hold in the breasts that it was covering. Even in the moonlight I could make out her round nipples as they pointed at me.
"What's this place, Sandy's Bar and Grill?" I asked, hoping and getting the small chuckle I expected.
"Well it's free here, come on in."
I followed her in as my eyes admired her form. She opened the door and motioned me in. It was a nice old place; original dark wood framed the windows and entry ways. I didn't notice the basement when I pulled up but I was surprised when she opened a door under the steps and motioned for me to follow. There wasn't any light in the staircase that led down but once she arrived at the end I heard a door open and she flipped on a light. The steps were suddenly bathed in a dim yellow glow.
The room I entered now didn't even match the décor of the 19th century house I was in. It felt as if I went through a time machine. The basement was completely finished and divided up into three sections. One was a gaming area with a pool table, dart board, and a bar. The tiffany lights hanging from the ceiling gave an old fashioned glow to the modernized basement. Another section was set out in a theatre type room with a huge screen at one end and a couch with about ten over stuffed chairs facing it. As I took it all in Sandy walked behind the bar and asked me what I wished to drink.
"Long Island Ice Tea please. This place is great. From the outside you would never know its here. You do all this yourself?"
"No, my husband helped me, then I divorced him. I didn't have to fight very hard to keep it. I had pictures and every thing on his cheating with one of his coworkers. He thought his job was more important to keep."
"Nice move." I walked over and sat on a stool across from her as she finished mixing our drinks. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes before she asked if I liked playing pool. "Oh, give me a nice stick and I'm happy." I replied.
"Really, so am I." Her smile only enhanced her green eyes that seemed to draw me closer to her. The smile said something else. This was going to be an interesting game.
As we took positions around the table she handed me a nice solid cue stick as I motioned for her to go first. Slowly she stroked her cue stick, her finger caressing it gently as her eyes glanced towards me. After taking the break and sinking three balls she circled the table. Bending over, her back towards me, she took her shot. She missed the hole and I missed what she did, being occupied at the time with other thoughts. As it was my turn I circled the table and found the easiest shot to take. As I extended my cue stick she positioned herself in front of me and leaned against the wall, her hands holding the cue stick and slowly traveling up and down the shaft. As I watched her out of the corner of my eyes one hand slowly caressed her arm. I took my shot, nervous as I was and ended up sinking two balls.
"Your not bad with a stick." She said.
"I've had a lot of practice with the stick." I replied as I glanced into her deep green eyes. She smiled slightly and her tongue slowly licked her upper lip as she put a finger to her mouth. The game continued for a while as we both took turns sinking a ball. Each time it was my turn up she would stand in front of me, on the other side of the table, and move her hands slowly across her bare arms or neck, staring at me the whole time. Just the thought of her in my arms was making my cock press hard against my pants. As she took a stance for the last shot she actually straddled the cue stick and put one leg on the edge of the table, making the stick move against her crouch.
"You want to place a bet on this one?" She asked, posed and ready to strike, her eyes roving over my body as I stood in front of her and licked my upper lip.
"Sure. What's the wager?"
"Oh, let's just leave that open."
