It wasn't proving a successful, nor enjoyable evening. A sultry warm night, permeated with the sounds of everyone having a good time. They were enjoying it, but for me it was a washout.
I'd never liked this town, having only moved here to be with the now ex-wife. But, it was home, for now at least and work was close by too.
With the changes in the economy, changing wasn't likely any time soon so I may as well enjoy the summer whilst it lasts.
The one benefit to drinking in the late evening summer sunshine though is not being holed up indoors. The rays radiated downwards, gradually created longer shadows as the piped music from indoors, some trashy 80's track I hardly remembered had the men and women of this town dancing.
For me though, that wasn't to be the case. I never dance.
Bored out of my skull and contemplating an early end to the evening, I shifted position to observe the car crash of an evening. And was I glad.
Out of the corner of my eye, I captured sight of an alluring image. A woman, probably mid-20's and with a fine body came into sight. What did make me look though was just what she was trying to do.
It was pretty clear she'd just been to the festival style outdoor toilets and was now struggling to fasten her belt around her slender midriff. Each time, she checked she had it the right way round, and, as sure as an octopus picking the right football scores, each time, it fell to the ground.
Exasperation fell upon her face, now clearly becoming all the more frustrated by the troublesome leather strap and we briefly caught each others glance. A shy, timid smile confronted me, and as shy a response headed back her way from myself.
But my brain was already working overtime. It'd been months since I'd felt the tender touch of a woman. Frantically my mind started working it's way through an opening phrase to attract her attention and perhaps stimulate some conversation.
There was no need for words as I worked my way through the throng of laughing, chatting revellers. Right up behind her.
She jumped a little as I took hold of her belt, by now cast aside on the table and slowly wrapped it around her slender torso. The smell of her perfume, her hair everything came and washed over me as I checked it wasn't too tight. There was no escape for the belt this time and, much to my relief it stayed firmly in place.
As she turned to face me, that shy smile came back once more as she thanked me for my efforts.
"And how's your evening, my knight in shining armour?" she mused.
"Beltin'" I quickly quipped back, thankful that I'd not had to make the opening line, and the opportunity for humour had so easily presented itself to me.
The ice was broken in those few, short moments and we chatted like old friends. In that time, I'd discovered that Jane was 26, lived nearby, was single and made it abundantly clear she was in the mood to party into the small hours.
What I didn't realise, at that time, was just what kind of party she had in mind, but I soon realised that the invitation was extended solely to me and so, as those who had been there for much of the evening strolled off to the other clubs dotted around this town we were in the taxi queue hand in hand and gentle and tender stolen kisses, becoming more urgent in her desire.
A few moments later, we stepped through the front door of her flat. A new-build on the outskirts of the centre. But I wasn't there to evaluate how nice her home was and she made that abundantly clear as she stumbled into my arms, rising up slightly once again as we kissed in each others arms.
Taking my hand she took control of the situation, dragging me through her hallway and straight to her bedroom.
"I'm not normally so forward but I really need to be fucked" she bluntly stated as she unbuttoned my shirt casting it aside on the floor.