Nancy Locates Some Prospects
Nancy preceded me into what looked like a very popular bar. I dawdled around outside for about five minutes before going inside. The place was fairly crowded, mostly with students in their twenties. There were also a few customers who looked too young to be in there, at least to drink.
Nancy was at the bar ordering a drink. I approached the bar, too, to check out what was going on. I saw that the bartender (a paunchy Hispanic guy who might've once been an athlete) was really scoping her out, especially (I surmised) those jutting-out nipples of hers, which, since her jacket covered only her shoulders and arms, were conspicuous in her thin sweater, while he waited on her. Two young guys seated just to the right of her were really checking her out. The guy in the stool closest to her spoke to her. She smiled fetchingly when she answered. The guy in second stool from her, more than a little drunk, leaned way back on his stool to leer openly at her whole body.
A stool opened up just to the drunker guy's right and I sat down. Nancy noticed me but pretended not to as she carried a glass of white wine away from the bar and looked for a place to sit down.
The two guys to my left turned all the way around on their stools to watch her walk away. "Holy shit!" said the one who'd been sitting closest to her. "That's really sweet! And you can tell she's not wearing a bra. Those little titties are sticking out there just begging for me to suck them!"
"You wish," said the drunker guy. "Looks like she's got a nice tight ass, too."
The two guys next to me and I watched Nancy as she located an unoccupied table about twenty feet away from the bar. It was a tall table with three high chairs around it. She draped her jacket over the back of a chair facing the bar and, using the chair's lowest cross-member as a step, swung her rear end into the seat. Her beautiful bare legs were facing us now but, for the time being, she kept them together in a ladylike manner.
The bartender took my order. When he brought my beer to me I said, loud enough for my companions to hear, "That blonde over there is really something, isn't she?"
"Damn straight," said the bartender. "Just watch, though. She belongs to some rich bastard. He'll be by pretty soon to glom on to her. That's a first-class piece of ass, way too choice for anyone in here."
"I don't know," said the drunk guy sitting next to me. "She looks pretty fuckable to me. Just look at those legs! I'd like to crawl up between her thighs right now and kiss her right where she pees. Then I'd like to bend her over and fuck her in the ass until she stops loving it." His friend laughed at these raunchy comments, but, for some reason, they were making my cock twitch. I love hearing strange guys talking coarsely about my beautiful wife.
Nancy sat demurely sipping her glass of wine for ten maybe minutes before apparently deciding, after looking around the room, to relocate. The three of us at the bar (and several others on the other side of the service area) watched her as, holding her half-full glass of wine in one hand, she awkwardly climbed down from her tall chair. To the delight of every male at the bar, this maneuver caused her legs to fall open enough to expose her crotch, covered just barely with that little patch of white material, for almost two full seconds. From the other end of the bar came comedic groans and the guy closest to me said, "Fuck me! I want that pussy!"