I'm driving down the dark road in the early evening in an unfamiliar area of New Jersey, listening to the heavy rain pound across my roof and windshield. The CD is playing some old Neil Young and I'm singing along, slipping into a melancholy mood. As I cruise along at a very slow pace, watching for potholes and little critters on this very dark back road, I realize that there's really no rush to get home as there will be no one there waiting for me. I decide I should find either a small restaurant or bar and stop for a bite or a drink.
The road is very treacherous as it curves around mountainsides and cliffs, and the headlights bounce back at me off of the puddles. There are no streetlights, or other cars for that matter. It's a desolate town between two busy cities; it could be a mere hideaway for those who want to get away from the hustle and bustle, but it seems it's a best kept secret. As Neil sashays from one tune to another, I fantasize about finding a hitchhiker on the road, standing in the rain, waiting for me to pick him up and carry him off to another world so unlike the one he's currently fading into. I fantasize about how I'd make uncontrolled love to him without even knowing his name.
In the distance, as I'm singing along with Neil and making love to a total stranger in my mind, I see lights on a small dumpy building off the side of the road. As I get closer I see "Budweiser" and "Coors" blinking red and yellow in the window. I decide a beer sounds wonderful and I pull into the parking lot. The bar is obviously decades older than myself, but I kind of like the fact that it's a small town joint with lots of history and no future.
I run from my car to the door in my high heels trying to avoid getting drenched, holding my coat up over my head. I enter the door and hear the TV blaring so loudly I wonder if they're all hard of hearing, or just trying to drown out their own thoughts. There are three men at the bar, and one male bartender sitting behind the bar on a stool staring at the TV screen. None of the men turn to see who just came in, I doubt they even heard the door open or close; this bar is pretty much lifeless. I walk up to the bar and smile at the bartender, and order a Yuengling.
As I sit on a stool I notice that all three customers are alone, with several stools between each of them. The one at the far end must be 70 years old and obviously retired from work and life in general. The next is probably early to mid 60's, and has a round face to match his very round beer gut. Then there's you; well built, very handsome, gorgeous eyes and a sexy smile, and I immediately wonder where you came from, and what brought you to this bar. As I sit staring at you, you look over and catch me. You raise your glass as if in a "toast" and I raise mine in return. We both sip from our glasses without taking our eyes off of one another. I feel a warm sensation and hope that you're feeling the same.
You finish your beer and I fret that you may leave, so I tell the bartender to fill you up, on me. You accept the gesture and leave your stool to come over and properly thank me. I invite you to sit on the stool next to mine and you accept. I cross my legs without noticing that it causes my skirt to rise enough that the tops of my stocking show, and the snaps on the garter are peeking out from under the hem. You glance down and see what I'm not aware of. We start to talk about the weather and the flood warnings, and then move on to more interesting topics. As I drink down the refreshing brew I order another, not thinking about the fact that I had no food all day. One beer after another goes down more smoothly than the last, and I'm feeling very good.
You leave me for a few minutes to play the old jukebox that's in the rear of the bar, near the pool table. You don't immediately return, so I decide to join you and help pick out the tunes. I naturally push the buttons for a few "Neil Young" songs, and a "Heart" favorite. You ask me if I want to shoot a game of pool, and I accept.
We're laughing and thoroughly enjoying each others company as we drink and shoot the breeze, and shoot some billiards. At one point I need to make a difficult shot, but I think I'm too short to stretch across the table and get the proper angle. I lean forward on the table but fail to notice or care that my skirt is rising high, and you're right behind me not missing a thing. I lean a little further but then you come up behind me and lean right into me. You stretch your right arm out right along mine and whisper "let me help you with this". I feel your groin up against my ass, and it feels wonderful. I can feel the hardness of your cock pressing right between my ass cheeks, and I start to feel a little wet. Your right arm stretches out over my outstretched arm, caressing it softly, as you say "see, pull it back a little, then push it forward hard" and when you say this you grind your groin into my ass harder. I am bent over the table at this point feeling like I could take you right here and now...I no longer have an interest in this game. As I pull the cue stick back and attempt to slide it forward between my fingers in an aggressive manner, I suddenly feel your left hand sliding up under my skirt. My breath begins to deepen as I stand there in my 4 inch black spiked heels, with my ass in the air, leaning across a pool table with a total stranger pressing his cock into my ass and rubbing his hand up my inner thighs.
The jukebox quiets, and then another song begins. "Heart" begins to
sing an old favorite "All I Wanna Do"...