He walked into the bar, not really knowing why, just that he had to be here. It was larger on the inside then it looked like from the outside, and the number of people there surprised him. This was more then a bar, it looked like an upper class lounge, and it was very dark. Darker then most bars. Music was playing, people were mulling around with drinks in their hands. A few couples were on the dance floor, moving sensuously to the music. He walked to the bar, sat on a stool, and waited for the bartender. Looking around, he noticed something else unusual. The tables had tablecloths on them that reached to the floor. There was a large mirrored ball that hung from the ceiling above the dance floor, that sent sparkles of soft light slowly around the room. Nothing unusual about that, he thought. The bartender asked what he was drinking tonight and he ordered Scotch on the Rocks. Looking around as he sipped, he noticed more people coming into the bar. Some came alone, as well as couples. It looked overly crowded and he wondered how many more people were going to stop in. There must be something special going on here tonight, he thought to himself.
Turning back to his drink, he noticed a large mirror opposite him that covered the entire wall. "What kind of place is this?" he thought. Then he saw her in the mirror. So did every other man in the bar. She walked in alone. Tall! Blonde! Built! Stunning! She wore a short, but not too short, tight, low cut, black dress, and she wore it with style. Her long legs were curvaceous and he felt himself stir. This was a woman he had to meet! He watched her look around the crowded room and walk toward the only empty seat left, but she didn't just walk....she glided. She held her head up, her shoulders back, and her ample bosom led the way. This woman had breeding and class written all over her!
The table was in an out of the way corner, not to far from the bar. He left his stool and walked to the table, arriving at the same time she did. He held her chair out and she looked at him and said, "Thank you," as she was seated. Her voice was low...throaty....and sexy. He estimated her age to be between 45 and 50. Older then himself. Older women turned him on. They are at their sexual peak, have experience, and are not afraid to ask for what they want. She also had a wedding ring on her finger. Perfect! he thought to himself.
Looking at him she said, "Waiter, will you please bring me a gin and tonic."
He looked at her with a grin that only enhanced his good looks, and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm not the waiter."
"Oh, please forgive me, I just assumed."
"Forgiven," he said, "But now I seem to have a problem. When I moved from the bar to hold your chair out for you, someone took my stool. It seems like I have no where to sit now. Since this is the only table with an empty chair, may I join you?"
She looked around, looked back at him, flashed him a knockout smile, and said, "Yes, please have a seat."
He complied, called the waiter over, and ordered a drink for her, as well as one for himself. Offering her his hand, he said, "Hello, my name is Tom."
