Rain fell lightly on the cobbled streets as streetlights flickered in the chilled night air. The creaking of a wooden sign from a nearby pub caught my attention as I flicked my coat collar upward, blocking what cold wind sprung up from the darkness. Muttering to myself about English springs I trotted towards the warm glow emitting from within the establishment. Before going in I caught the name Cock'N'Cider engraved on the wooden sign with a picture of a rooster holding a flagon of drink with one clawed foot.
When I entered I was greeted with sounds of chatter, clinking glasses, a playful fiddle, the slapping of hands on playing cards and mixture of smells of salty sweat, pipe tobacco, and alcohol. Taking an available seat at the bar I ordered a cheap grog that should warm me up this night before my drive home. Tipping the barman I settled into my drink, savoring the warmth that spread through my body as the door opened again. I turned to look as I took another drink and nearly choked on my beverage.
There she stood in the opening, clothes clinging to her wet body (what a body it was too!) the floor length crimson dress she wore outlined her shape so perfectly. Her bosoms heaved a little as she caught her breath from running in the downpour, the the late night rain dripping and catching light from the fireplace shone like diamonds from her bustled red hair that the wind toyed and teased with while she looked for an open spot in this English tavern.
When she walked, oh how she walked, her hips swaying from side to side and I could see how the dress cut deep at her waist, accenting it to to draw your eyes downward at the shadow between her thighs where the dress seems to fasten the tightest from the water; creating a perfect "Y" outlining the mound where I knew her snatch would be, 'Holy God she wore no panty,' I thought. I could already feel a stirring within.
The pub went silent as all eyes turned towards her, watching her pick her way carefully around the patrons to settle in near the warm fire. She sat finally at a stool nearest to the burning hearth, looking so out of place in a room full of dockworkers and definitely questionable character. This is a lady used to a more elegant and sophisticated environment, how she arrived in a place like this I didn't know, nor did I care. I was just undressing her with my eyes as the tavern keeper finally realized that he had been staring too. With an audible gulp he made his way towards her and stammered, "Miss...ahh...ahh.... welcome, yes! Welcome to my..ahh....ahh... humble establishment. What may...ah...I get for you?" She turned and ordered as he was bowing and picking up his hat from the floor, holding it in front of his crotch trying to hide a clear to see hard on.
I myself was sporting a chubby as I watched her from behind, her ass so firm on the stool created a perfect up side down heart shape with her lean slimming waist. Her dress opened in the back so far down that I could see the dim shadow of the tip of her ass crack, I could also see the toned muscles under alabaster skin, red hair coiling wet and dripping still clung to her, and the slope of her neck and shoulders erotically suggestive as a strap fell loose from them. Slipping it back into place, she turned towards the fire; The tavern keeper was bowing, scraping, and stuttering, (and adjusting himself) almost tripped as he backed up towards to bar.
When she received her drink the pub had finally broken silence with mutterings and whispers, obviously about her. A rather husky, dirty, and pocked marked man sauntered towards her, leaning over he whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened, face colored and she became visibly uncomfortable; I smiled to myself and thought 'Checkmate' as I got up and made my way over; "I'm sorry ma'am, is this man bothering you?" I asked, she nodded quickly as a look of relief washed over her face when she looked at me.
"Excuse me sir, I was talking to the lady first", growled the pockmarked man.
"Yes and now I'm talking to her, you are obviously making her uncomfortable and I think she would rather be left alone or at least in better company," I stated confidently. I knew I was better than then the low-lives that scurried to this rat hole. I only come to shady places like this to get away from the stress of my lush life. "If you need a ride anywhere I can drive you, my car is parked just down the street," I offered. She nodded vigorously. I held out my hand and helped her up as the husky fellow started swearing at me. I smiled at the woman, heat stirring in my stomach as she she shyly lowered her eyes and a light blush spread through cheeks.
Turning quickly I launched a punch at the big guy in the jaw, which sent him reeling back and almost into the fireplace. I heard her gasp as a hush fell over the room. "You shouldn't speak like that in front of a lady," I said as I brushed my knuckles across my chest. Damn that hurt, but I wasn't about to show it. I wrapped my coat around her, led her to the door and opened it for her. "M'lady," I bowed. She giggled and we both stepped out into the rainy night and made our way to my car.
"Thank you for rescuing me from that brute, I wouldn't know what to do if he tried anything. Normally I don't go into places like that but the rain caught me off guard. My name is Scarlet what's yours?"
I could hear an accent as she spoke and swore in my mind, not only is she hot as hell but also had a damn sexy french accent. "I'm Jim, well James Thoreux the third but people call me Jim and you're more than welcome. I don't like to see a lady in distress, but how did you end up in such a shitty part of town? Pardon my french," I grinned and looked at her.
She laughed and said," I was at a business dinner party when some unfortunate news came up. I just left in a cab devastated and just stopped randomly without looking, walked around a bit and then it started to rain."
'I wouldn't mind doing business with you' I thought. "Well I'm sorry to hear that, listen mind if we stop at my place for a little bit?I've got to pick up a gift for my son tomorrow and since we might be swinging past post office I could drop them off." She said no problem and I sped towards home.
There I invited her in and offered a drink,"Sure, it has been an eventful night for me and that last drink I had left much to be desired." Leading her to my study,I started a fire within my the room and told her to relax as I went into my kitchen and selected a bottle of wine and some crackers. Looking around she spotted a photograph on a corner table. "Who is this?"
"Oh that's my son James. My wife and I are divorced and he lives with her but he's still my boy" serving her a glass as she nibbled on crackers, I said "I detected a french accent so I took the liberty of opening one of my best bottles. Cabernet Franc from Bordeaux, this baby has been in my family since 1887. My great grandfather got it from Bordeaux with a few wild tales to tag along." I winked at her and she smiled coyly
"Merci becoup monsieur," she replied after a sip of wine.
I groaned internally, what a sexy woman. I turned away to pour myself a drink and adjust myself as covertly as possible. Clearing my throat I turned back to her and asked,"So what area of France are you from?"
She set down her glass and smiled at me, "Bordeaux, it's quite beautiful there, but only to be expected from one of the great wine making areas in Southern France."
