The first part of this story is based on a conference I had gone to out of state, and an experience I had at a bar the last night I was there. An attractive couple was sitting nearby, and the lady was staring at me. Though her look was intimidating, it was not rude, and I couldn't tell where she was coming from, why she was staring at me. It was very curious, but I finished my drink and left, and ever since then I always had that wonder, why was she staring at me and what would have happened if I had stayed.
I recently came across a piece from deviant_couple_nj that fit well to the what could have happened part of the story. I put the two together to write this, telling my tale and theirs, but from my point of view. Thank you, Deviant Couple for the inspiration. :)
The first part is true, the rest of it is fantasy.
I hope you enjoy. :)
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It was a quiet piano bar I had walked into, not typically my taste in bars, but peaceful and serene despite how busy it was. I'd had a long day, a superb dinner with a coworker and some people we'd met at the conference, and was just looking for a place to have a quiet glass of wine before retiring to my room for the night. Most of the other bars in the casino were crowded, loud and raucous, and was just not my style for this evening.
My company had sent me out of town to attend a conference, in Las Vegas of all places, and rather posh as it turned out. Considering the location, I took advantage of the time and place to learn and network. The conference was in one of the larger casinos, as well was my room. Very convenient, I was able to attend the conference, dine, browse, and shop, and I had not stepped foot outside the entire three days I was here.
Black polished tables were scattered around on the red carpeted lounge and a long, C shaped, polished mahogany bar lined one wall. A black baby grand piano sat in one corner with a light jazz tune being played by a young lady wearing a black tuxedo, white blouse, and black, satin bow tie. Two waitresses in white, tight throated blouses, black bow ties, and black tuxedo slacks scurried back and forth administering choice beverages to waiting patrons. Overall, kind of a classy joint, I smiled to myself as I looked about for a place to sit.
A couple of tables were open, but I felt all eyes upon me as I walked through, and I suddenly wished the midnight blue dress I wore had a little less plunge in the bosom. My C cups generated a fair amount of cleavage which drew a fair amount of attention from the men in the place. A bit too much attention I thought, considering how I felt at the moment; tired and emotionally sated from my meal and time with my colleagues.
I decided to sit at the bar instead of a table. Perhaps this may have been signaling an open invitation, but I felt at the bar I could get a quick drink and leave. I ignored all stares as I took a seat. The bartender in the same dress as the waitresses finished the drinks he was preparing, poured a scotch and rocks, then drew a couple pints of beer before wiping down the bar and approaching me.
"Good evening, young lady," he said with a pleasant smile as he placed a logo'd coaster in front of me. "What can I get for you tonight?"
"A glass of white wine," I replied, then changed my mind with a smile. "On second thought, a Jameson rocks. Double, if you please."
"Coming right up," he smiled tapping the bar, and scurried off to fill my order.
My placement at the end of the bar gave me a good vantage point of the place, and I was able to see most everything and everybody. I enjoy people watching; seeing how they dress, their interactions with each other, and sometimes their little dramas therein. Most of the tables were occupied by couples, or small groups. At the bar, two older gentlemen sat in animated conversation a couple seats away from me, on the other side were a pair of couples laughing at a joke or a story, followed by two middle-aged ladies sipping whiskey, then a younger gentleman with a pint who smiled and nodded his head at me as I took in the view. I nodded back without a smile and did my best to avoid looking at him while I sat.
The bartender served my Jameson and he tilted his head with a smile in acknowledgment as I tipped my glass in a toast to him. The chilled Irish whisky felt good as I took a sip and I delighted in the smooth, nutty-vanilla aftertaste as I swallowed it.
I missed Julie terribly and I texted her as I sipped. This was the first time we had spent any time apart since she moved in a few months earlier. Her reply text said she'd had a busy day, had just got home, and was making herself a stir fry for dinner. I texted her about the restaurant I'd gone to, the meal I had, and sent her a picture I'd taken of it, promising to take her to a nice place when I got back home. The company had allotted a fair amount for meals during my stay and I did my best to make use of it without going overboard. No lobster dinners, but I ate well.
I gazed around the establishment as I sipped my Jameson. Most everybody had stopped looking at me and, out of the corner of my eye, even the young man at the end of the bar had given up. At one of the tables a man and a woman sat, very close together, and were paying very special attention to each other, though the lady would often glance over in my direction.
The red dress she wore gracefully on her slender body offset her creamy skin and showed an ample amount of cleavage, considering her small breasts. Her straight, black hair cascaded across her shoulders, some of it spilling down into her bosom, a delicate neck that begged to be nibbled on was adorned by a thin gold necklace. Her pretty blue eyes on her round face looked over a pert nose as she sipped the glass of red wine she rose to lusciously frosted red lips. Stunning is how I would describe her, and the looks from several men in the bar confirmed it.
Her gentleman was handsome and charming in his expensive 3-piece suit and tie. A touch of grey accented the temples of his brown hair and a bit of gray elegantly streaked his darker brown mustache. A gold watch peeked out of his sleeve as he set down a martini glass and leaned forward to speak in his lady's ear. She acknowledged him, but continued gazing at me with a passive, attentive look as she took a sip of her wine.
I felt a little intimidated and looked away, taking a small sip from my own glass, however, curiosity drove me back to look at the elegant lady. She glanced down as she placed her drink on the table then looked up at me again. The expression on her face was intense without being rude, but neutral and hard to read. Why was she staring at me? Was it my dress? Did she think she knew me? Did I offend her?
Her gentleman leaned forward again and whispered something in her ear, and she looked down as she nodded. I took another sip of my whiskey and tried not to watch them, but I was allured by the lady, the way she carried herself, and the way she was looking at me. The gentleman pushed back his chair, stood, and buttoned his coat as he walked towards the back of the bar, presumably to the restrooms.
The lady shifted in her seat and crossed her leg over one knee, causing the slit on her red dress to fall open and show a great deal of delicious thigh. Several men noticed and I tried not to stare as she continued her gaze at me.
Somehow, I was drawn to this lady and it was becoming more and more difficult to not look at her. I finished my whiskey and placed it on the bar just as the lady's gentleman returned, sat down, and leaned over as she turned to whisper in his ear. He immediately turned his head and looked directly at me. I was caught off guard, embarrassed, and I quickly looked away.
The bartender had magically appeared and asked if I wanted another drink. I wanted to leave but I was so flustered I ended up ordering another Jameson. He quickly placed the drink in front of me with a bow and from the corner of my eye, I saw the gentleman rise out of his chair and approach me.
Oh, dear God, I must have offended his lady and he's coming over to berate me, I thought to myself as my face became hot and I turned to face the bar. The gentleman sat down in the seat next to me, and I glanced at him unsure of what to expect, however I immediately relaxed when I saw his kind eyes and gentle smile. He spoke with a courteous, yet firm tone.
"Good evening," he said graciously, with a smile. "My wife finds you very attractive."
