It was Friday night. After a long, tiresome week of tedious work, I knew I needed to treat myself to an evening out. A few drinks to help me unwind and maybe some music is just what the doctor ordered. I made a few phone calls in the hopes of finding someone to share the night with. Unfortunately all my friends were busy. Yeah, right. Not busy I knew, just unable to give themselves the permission to have a night out on the town. Not to worry I told myself. Being alone will give me the freedom to go where I wanted and stay out as long as I wanted.
I strode into my closet and laboriously peeled of my work clothes. It was the weekend and stifling business clothes were no longer required. Casting them in a pile on the floor felt liberating! A long, hot shower was sure to wash away the final stresses of the week. I quickly tiptoed across the cold tile floor. As I stepped under the steaming beads of warm water, I delighted in the sensation of liquid cascading down my head and over my body. Bar of soap in hand, I began to wash every inch of myself. I started with my arms, moved across my breasts, then slowly moved down between my legs, sliding my soapy fingers in every crevice. Once satisfied that every area was clean, I quickly shampooed my hair. After a few lingering moments under the hot spray, I exited the shower and towel dried my freshly washed body.
After finishing my hair and make-up, I stood naked in the closet pondering what look to go for tonight. I decided to keep it simple -- nice form fitting jeans, t-shirt and boots. I picked out a lacy pair of pink g-string panties and a silk bra to complete the ensemble. Minutes later, a quick look in the mirror to freshen up my face and hair and I was ready to go.
The night air was crisp and clean. And with the full moon, the barely visible silhouette of the mountains made a nice contrast against the star filled sky. Nights like these were energizing and fueled the anticipation I felt for what may come. I had decided to avoid the usual downtown places tonight. I did not need nor want any predictability. I was in the mood for something edgy and different. And I knew just the place. A friend had told me about this little getaway in the mountains, about an hour outside of town. According to him, it was well worth the drive.
It was easy to find, just as he had said it would be. I was surprised to see how many cars were already in the parking lot. As I stepped out of my car, I could already hear the music coming from inside. This was going to be perfect, I thought. I took a deep breath and approached the entrance.
The air inside was warm and the gentle hum of voices could be heard over the music. The place was already crowded and had a certain electric vibe about it. I slowly made my way to the bar and was lucky enough to find one of the last remaining stools available. Once situated, I signaled the bartender, who immediately responded to my request for a drink. Before I knew it, I had a cold, icy mug of beer in my hand. Aaahhh, my Friday night had begun.
Now that my thirst had been momentarily quenched, I swiveled around to take in the scene. The bar was quite cozy. It had that Colorado mountain lodge theme going for it. It was clean and tasteful -- no animal heads glaring down upon me. The lighting was soft, yet adequate to make out nearby faces. All the tables were occupied, with what appeared to be a nice mix of people. As my friend stated, it tended to attract the more upscale clientele given its proximity to a near by resort town. A three piece band was in the rear of the large room. They were playing what sounded like progressive rock tunes -- very hip and melodic. I absently noticed my foot tapping to the beat.
"Hi, I've never seen you in here before. Are you new to town?" I turned my head toward this voice only to be met with the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. I next noticed his smile; beautiful white, perfect teeth displayed in a broad endearing grin. I had hoped my momentary gasp went unnoticed.
"Hi yourself. No, not new to town, I just live about an hour east of here," I replied.
I was trying hard to play this cool as I didn't want him to notice how damn attractive I thought he was. As I took another sip of my beer, I stole a quick glance to check out the rest of this gorgeous specimen of a man before me. He was about 6'2", with a nice athletic build. Not too overly muscular, but nicely proportioned in his loose fitting jeans and tight t-shirt. His skin was sun kissed with olive hues, which told me he spent time outdoors. He had nice thick, dark brown hair to contrast with those mesmerizing blue eyes, which were framed by dark, long lashes. Did I mention his eyes? I could get lost in those dangerous eyes.
"Cool. My name is Chad, what's yours?" he asked.
