He sipped his rye and coke slowly, wiggling his toes in his shoes, feet a bit sore after 18 rounds of golf in the sun. Setting his glass down on the table, he looked around the lounge, nodded to a business client he recognized, let his eyes settle on the blonde at the bar.
Her long tanned legs were crossed at her delicate ankles, a gold chain glimmering in the rays of the setting sun shining through the club windows. He let his eyes slide up the shapely calves to the smooth, sleek thighs flowing from under her white cotton shorts, over the curve of her ass on the barstool, up the small of her back to where her silky hair lay between her shoulderblades.
She swiveled the stool in his direction and he could now see the curve of her firm breasts jutting out above a flat stomach, a glimpse of more smooth skin above her baby blue scoop neck t-shirt, her collarbone and the hollow of her neck a tempting sight. He watched her wrap her full lips around the straw, her cheekbones showing prominently as she sucked, her blue eyes looking beneath dark lashes, down into her glass.
She turned suddenly in his direction and he was about to look away, abashed at being caught mentally groping her, but she smiled and gave him a wave of recognition. Now that she was facing him, he realized that she looked familiar and that he ought to know who she was, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He smiled back and gave a half-wave, his mind moving a mile a minute, reviewing everywhere he could possibly know her from.
Picking up her drink, she walked over to his table and asked him if it would be okay if she joined him. He nodded and she pulled the chair out, leaning forward as she sat down, giving him a good look down her shirt. Reluctantly he looked up, meeting her startling blue ones. She held out her feminine hand to shake his and reintroduced herself to him, having suspected that he couldn't quite place her.
As soon as she said her last name it all came flooding back: daughter of one of his golf buddies, and an old babysitter from at least five years ago. He looked her over and marveled at how the young blonde had blossomed from a cute perky teenager to a real woman. She watched his eyes roam over her body and smiled.
"Like what you see?" she asked coyly with a wink.
He cleared his throat and took another sip of his drink. "Well, you certainly have grown up. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you--you look quite different now."
"So I'm told. It's amazing what university will do to a girl." She smiled at him and checked her watch. "I really ought to get going...it's a long walk home. It was nice seeing you again."
He watched her get up from the table and found himself offering her a ride home. She looked at him for a long moment and then agreed.
"It's a good fifteen minute drive. I hope you don't mind. I can walk, you know, if it's too much trouble." She was settling herself into the seat beside him and he looked over and assured her that he indeed did not mind a bit. He backed out of the parking lot and starting driving up the windy mountain road to her countryside home.
