Thirty and single presents its challenges as a woman. Most friends are in long term relationships or getting married, and the desire to settle down with someone of your own grows by the month. Despite the want for more than physical intimacy, a woman's needs do not magically subside. The early twenties era where a pack of girlfriends descend on a bar for a few to find random hookups has ended, leaving you with the daunting option of solo social situations, or the sketchy world of dating apps.
Sarah has been fed up with dating apps, finding a large number of douchebags with ego problems running a muck. While not entirely unsuccessful at finding dates over the past 2 years, nothing has amounted to the relationship she has sought.
Last year was filled with friends' weddings and bachelorette parties, resulting in some phenomenal hookups that temporarily scratched the proverbial itch. The last few months have been much less fruitful and Sarah could feel her increased desire for good sex. She's reached a point where she no longer cares about finding Mr. Right. He was getting in the way of her current needs, and this needs to be fixed tonight.
Historically, Sarah was not brazen enough to attempt a solo evening on the town. She more often found hookups through friends and social gatherings. Tonight, any ounce of anxiety that stopped her from going out alone seemingly washed away. Nervous feelings were replaced with the heightened alertness of a woman in heat. A feeling of drive. She had no family or friends to judge her decisions, only an opportunity to let go of her inhibitions.
Gin and tonic was her drink of choice, especially when getting in the mood. Sarah mixed herself a stiff cocktail prior starting her hair and makeup routine to kick the night off. The process of getting ready to go out always excited Sarah. It triggered tingling in her lower belly that teetered on the edge of arousal for things to come. The beginning of a night out was always open ended and filled with hope.
It would be easy to mail it in, drink a few more G&T's, maybe smoke a joint, then play with her favorite toys until she passed out. This was a frequent series of events for Sarah. Knowing exactly how to push her own buttons has tremendous appeal, especially when bringing a man home does not guarantee her pleasure. Tonight, she felt more focused. She needed a man's touch.
Sarah never wore heavy makeup. Only enough to highlight her naturally catlike eyes and strong but shapely eyebrows. Her face was slender, long and striking, giving way to a defined but soft jaw. She wore her hair in a high ponytail most nights out to accentuate her feminine features. Her hair was thick with gentle curls requiring little work for a stylish updo.
Sarah's goal for tonight was specific, and her outfit had to fit the specifications. There was no point in being subtle when that wasn't the intention. Sarah's typical style was classy with a touch of sexy. Preppy with a touch of skin. She never dressed overtly slutty, but weaving a cropped top or a figure hugging skirt into an otherwise preppy outfit was in the normal playbook. Tonight she planned for a long sleeved, skin tight, gray bodysuit, with a fully open back. The gray color had a slight sheen, accentuating the gentle curves on her skinny frame. A black pleated mini skirt and black leather high heeled over the knee boots finished an outfit that left much to the imagination, while clearly expressing her mood. Rarely would she piece all three of these items together, but tonight was not a common occasion. She topped off the outfit with a pair of dangling earrings that consisted of three metal chains suspending diamonds that sparkled as they moved.
She had planned for this night all week, immediately knowing what she would wear. Tedious zoom meetings while working from home drive a horny woman to day dream. She fantasized about being the type of woman who could carelessly seduce a man, but anxiety and self-consciousness always won over. Each fantasy of a confident man seducing her brought her closer to pulling the trigger. Random hookups were easy when she was already intoxicated at a party, but she had never set out solely to find a man. Tonight would be that night.
Sarah finished getting ready, placing the final touch on her outfit by tying a large black bow around her ponytail to give a cute touch to her otherwise sharp and sexy outfit. Her apartment was a 5 minute walk from downtown where there were plenty of restaurants, bars, and nightlife. Despite planning to go out all week, she left her plan rather open-ended as to where she would go or how the night would progress. It was warm for a March evening, but still cold enough for a long black jacket. Sarah cinched the belt around her waist, and took a final last chug of her second G&T before stepping out the door to start her adventure.
The walk to town was short and uneventful. Butterflies tried to build in her stomach, but the second G&T fought them off with ease. Alcohol has a knack for softening the anxious edge while doing its best to make her more horny. A cool breeze on her skin felt refreshing while its bite was slightly dulled by intoxication.
The town was alive, bustling with couples and groups of friends walking in and out of the various restaurants and bars. Anytime she was alone, Sarah would fear every stranger was looking at her. She thought they would stare, or judge what she was up to. To her comforting surprise, it was as if she wasn't even there. The feeling of solidarity amongst others was freeing, boosting her confidence and giving her a slight swagger.
She settled on a modern restaurant with a lively bar that she frequented. The feeling was slightly upscale, but more lively than a date spot. It was a meeting place for friends and groups for the most part. Usually some mingling was part of the action.
The bar area was not filled to capacity. Two groups of men and a coed group stood while a few patrons occupied half the seats at the bar. A bar chair remained unoccupied between a forty-something couple and two younger men having a conversation. Sarah decided to make herself comfortable there, removing her coat to drape over the back of the chair and hanging her purse on the hook under the bar. She could feel the eyes of surrounding bar goers checking her out from head to toe, remaining unbothered and even excited by this. She was dressed for some looks, and getting the attention she hoped for. The moment she dreaded in her imagination brought excitement in real life. Being the center of attention was currently exhilarating. Two drinks in her system may be the culprit, but the feeling was welcomed either way. She was sure a few more wouldn't hurt her new found sense of confidence.
She stayed on the gin train, figuring this would reduce her impending hangover. A few drinks at thirty nearly guaranteed a headache. The bartender mixed a fancy gin cocktail to her liking, leaving her to sit and watch the lively crowd.
The male talent was variable in her immediate area. The two next to her were average twenty-something's, neither exciting nor attractive to her. A few of the men standing caught her eye. One of the groups looked to have stepped off the golf course, directly into the restaurant. Two of the golfers repeatedly drew her gaze, locking eyes with the shorter of the two at least a few times over the course of her drink.
The first cocktail went down with such ease that Sarah did not hesitate to summon the bartender for another. The couple next to her struck up some friendly conversation that flowed easily. They were also locals, just out for a drink while their kids were at sleepovers. Sarah always found it interesting to speak with people that were essentially the same type of person as herself, just in a later phase. She longed for a relationship like theirs. One where she could be so casual and comfortable.
She briefly lost track of her mission, when a rather large, warm hand touched her exposed lower back, causing a stop to the conversation. The liquor in her system kept her calm, inhibiting her normally quick reaction to a stranger touching her. She turned her head to the left to see a rather muscular chest stretching a black t-shirt slightly above her eye level. She had to raise her view further to look a particularly tall man in the eyes.
She was met with the stare of piercing blue eyes towering above her. Giving a chill to what was gentle warmth just seconds earlier.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, I saw you walk in on your own and figured you were looking for someone to talk to." His voice was deep and direct, matching his appearance.
The couple she was speaking with understood the current dynamic and casually retreated to their own conversation to give Sarah some privacy with this new suitor.
Sarah smiled back at him, "I'm here for the cocktails, if you would like to start some conversation while I enjoy a drink, I'm far from opposed to it." She shot a set of flirty eyes while grabbing her drink to take a sip.
The man took this as an invitation to gently brush his fingers lower on her exposed back down to the top of her skirt. Sarah's nipples immediately revealed the effect of his touch, hardening to a point and showing through her gray shirt. She rarely wore a bra, needing little support for her b-cup breasts. She often chose to wear a thin shirt to reveal her nipples over pushing her tits together to show subpar cleavage.
The man introduced himself as Brendan, a 5th year baseball player at the local university. He was finishing up a masters in business, but truly stayed the extra year with the goal to improve his MLB draft stock. Sarah couldn't believe that the seemingly mature man hitting on her was only twenty three years old. She had never given a younger guy the opportunity to hit on her, let alone sleep with her. Brendan had as much confidence as you would expect a twenty three year old college athlete to have. In his mind, he ruled the world. It was hot, still somewhat cute and naive, but giving her comfort in the bravado she was currently displaying.
