People watching, it's a fascinating way to pass the time isn't it? Take my current location at the moment, I'm sat at the end of a substantial stainless steel bar top. A row of numerous beer taps is arrayed down the centre of the bar, carefully stacked rows of glasses and spirits around it. I quietly sip at my second pint of Boddingtons savoring the slow smooth creamy taste as it slips down my throat. To anyone watching me I'm lost in the latest game playing on one of the many plasma screens hanging above the bar or from the various walls and pillars. If you are watching me as closely as I am watching everyone else in the bar you will notice my eyes are taking in more than they at first appear to, I'm neither staring intently nor flitting my gaze from place to place. Just a slow sweeping glance from time to time.
Behind the bar we have the young barmaid and barman. She's barely into her twenties and he is on his way out of his. Her face is smooth and pale, his tanned and shadowed with stubble. She is a classic example of the more curvaceous end of the athletic body frame scale. Her chest a little to pronounced for her height, her hips tapered with a tight ass and shapely toned legs. His neck hints at strong but not over developed shoulders.
Sat further down the bar is an older woman, power dressed in her late thirties. Her skin tells tales of beach skating on the weekends and long hikes in the desert. She sips quietly at the dark Martini her burgundy lips leaving faint hints of her lip stick on the rim of her glass. She glances at the barmen from time to time, her body sending of the quiet signals or a restful predator. Her hand fidgets with the keys of her BMW next to her drink on the bar. In between glances at the barman she is checking out the group of diners sat behind her.
The group consists of six people, five guys and one woman. They are indistinguishable from any other group of business co-workers that you would catch in here any evening. Three technical staff are obvious by their shirts, khakis and gadgets, one tastefully dressed executive, one not so tastefully dressed executive who seems to be tracking the stock ticker of CNN and the young female administrative type. They are laughing, sharing stories, enjoying their drinks for the most part.
Behind them in a booth is another couple, casually sitting back watching a game and picking over their appetizers. The staff meanders from group to group seating other diners and guests, taking drink orders and skillfully carrying platters of food to their hungry patrons.
That's how it all looks on the surface anyways. Let's look a little deeper shall we? Starting with the CFO accountant looking member of the larger group. He's taking a call on his cell phone now, his eyes resting on the young administrative assistant when she isn't looking. Eyes that carry a weight to them, a quiet guilt as he asks his wife how their newborn is doing, he reassures her that he will be home within a couple of hours. The admin assistant strokes the back of her leg, the slit of her knee length skirt revealing a glimpse of the inside of the back of her thigh. She pulls the material of her pantyhose away from her skin, the slick white wetness that was drying against her skin reflects the light. She smiles quietly into her drink.
