I'm not sure why I stopped at that bar; it's not the sort of place I usually go. But there I was in a strange town on business, in the middle of the week, with little to do. I'm a people watcher, so I sat at the end of the bar so I could watch the locals. The place looked like a hangout for regulars. They are scattered about the place, and most of them seem oblivious to their surroundings, either involved in conversation, or trying to get drunk. I figured I'd have a couple of drinks and head back to the hotel.
That's when she walked in. She slipped in the door and walked to a table by the window, trying to go unnoticed. Most of the regulars continued to stare into their glasses. But I noticed her. She seemed out of place in that blue-collar joint. She was petite a little curvy, with a figure reminiscent of a 50's pin-up girl. She was no beauty queen, but she was attractive in a sophisticated sort of way. She was elegantly dressed in a business suit that pushed the boundaries of being a bit too revealing: short thigh length skirt, white blouse that showed her ample cleavage, a tailored blazer, and high heels that were a bit too tall. She wore her auburn hair long, but well coiffed, and accessorized her outfit with earrings, a gold chain and a few gold bangles. She had a look of confidence about her that just oozed sex appeal. I watched intently as she took her seat.
She sat down with her back to the window, facing the bar. Once seated, she quickly surveyed the room, as if looking for someone in particular. I momentarily caught her eye as she scanned pass me, and felt a bit embarrassed that she had seen me looking at her. It didn't seem to faze her. I continued to watch her as she picked up the menu and began to peruse it. Almost as if she knew I was staring at her, she gazed over the top of her menu right at me. All I could do was smile nervously and nod at her. She smiled back, and holding my attention, slowly and deliberately crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up and expose her thigh.
At that point the waitress came over to take her order. She smiled at the waitress as she placed her order. It was such an infectious smile that I couldn't help but smile myself, and continued to watch her. When the waitress left with her order, the woman looked back at me again. Embarrassed at getting caught staring, I turned away quickly. But her allure was too much, and I kept looking back at her. At one point, after she had her drink, I actually caught her staring at me! We locked gazes for several seconds, until she smiled, and looked back down at her drink. I watched as she started to shift in her seat. Looking back up at me, she smiled as she quite obviously uncrossed and re-crossed her sexy legs, giving me a quick glimpse of the tops of her stockings and bright red panties. And had she opened her blouse one more button? I thought to myself that she was intentionally showing off to me now. I was smiling like the Cheshire Cat by now. She turned away from my stare, looking around the bar again. Turning back to me, she smiled once more, and winked at me! She then got up from her table and walked towards the restrooms.
I knew I wanted her. I got the sense she wanted me too. I mean, that surely was a non-verbal invitation to follow her. I left the money for my tab on the bar and followed her. I could smell the lingering scent of her perfume, which aroused me more. As I approached the hallway to the restrooms, I saw her enter the ladies room and close the door behind her. I waited to give her time to take care of herself, and to make sure no one was watching me. When she opened the door to exit, I slipped in, gently pushed her back, and shut the door and locked it behind me.
She was the first speak: "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, incredulously, but with a smirk.
"Shhh," I said as I put a finger over her full lips. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me for a kiss.
She turned away saying, "I... I don't do this sort of..."
I interrupted her with another kiss. She half-heartedly tried to push me away, but I grabbed her wrists in my hands, lifting her arms above and behind her head as I pushed her back against bathroom wall. I returned to her, and this time she relaxed and accepted my probing tongue. Even so, I continue to hold her arms above her. She began returning the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and biting my lower lip. I could sense her passion rising. I let go of her arms with one hand, holding them both up with the other one. As we continued to kiss deeply, I unbuttoned her blouse, happily revealing a front latched bra. Deftly unlatching it, I released her breasts and began to fondle them. They were firm and her nipples were hard, telling me she was enjoying this as much as I was.
I moved my mouth from lips down to those wonderful breasts. Letting go of her arms, I pulled open her blouse and brand pushed aside. I began licking and sucking on first one, then the other, squeezing them as I did. Occasionally I would gently bite her nipples. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me close.
"Harder!" she cried. "Bite them harder!" She moaned loudly as I complied.
