The beginning
We leave my flat and stroll arm-in-arm through the back streets of Camden Town towards our first stop of the night, your steel-tipped shiny slut-red high heels clicking with every step you take, a sound I love to hear and one which draws attention from others passing us along the way, swiftly followed by lustful looks when they see how incredibly sexy you look... As we turn a corner we encounter a gentle breeze, but I think nothing of it until I hear a gentle murmur from you and I look across to catch a naughty smile on your beautiful face - one that I recognise very well indeed - and realise that the breeze is travelling up your short skirt, between your thighs and - thanks to being unencumbered by underwear - is tickling your freshly shaved & tingly pussy lips... this makes me smile too, our fun has started already...
The bar
We arrive at the cocktail bar and - as we had planned - it's early evening and still rather quiet so we have a pretty free choice of where to sit, and we choose a circular table surrounded by a sumptuous curved purple velvet banquette, located on a raised area facing the bar, just near enough to be within earshot but just far enough away to not be too obvious, and I sit in the spot that gives me the best view, perfectly positioned for what is soon to come...
After consulting the cocktail menus, deliberating and drooling over the delicious drinks contained therein, we eventually settle on our selections, so I slide my credit card out of my wallet and hand it to you. Slowly and deliberately - leaning over as much as you can to show off your heaving bosom, perfectly cupped together and presented for my viewing pleasure by the halter neck top you're wearing - you get up and strut confidently towards the bar, my eyes glued to your beautiful bottom and long legs, transfixed by your seductively swaying hips until you reach the bar and lean over slightly, sticking your bum out a little, the dress riding up higher to reveal more of your fishnets... you know how much I love seeing you in fishnets, and I know how much you love to please me...
You flirt with the barman as you place our order, first a little to test the waters, and then more intensely as he responds positively, falling under your spell quickly as he makes our drinks, shaking & twirling his shakers with flair for you entertainment, unable to resist dropping his eyes to steal glimpses of your incredible cleavage whenever he thinks you won't notice... and as he slides our completed cocktails towards you he takes the opportunity to let his eyes linger one last time on your bosom and longer than before...
But this time as his eyes move back up to meet yours he realises almost instantly that you've caught him in the act, and you waggle your finger at him to drive it home... tell him off the sudden look of embarrassment is absolutely priceless and only intensifies further when he looks over at me and sees that I've been watching his every move too, I play my part and fake a frown for him to see, but of course I'm secretly very amused!
You laugh sweetly to defuse the tension and he relaxes, then swiftly apologises, offering you a couple of shots of your choosing, to which you reply, after a brief pause, that you'd like blue agave reposado - a high quality sipping tequila, which bears very little resemblance to the mainstream shot tequilas that most people go for, and costs approximately double the price. He looks a little stunned for a moment or two, then recovers composure, compliments you on your well informed choice, and shows off his bar skills by placing exactly the right type of glasses on the bar, reaching for a bottle of Gran Patron Platinum (one of our favourites), uncorking it, giving both glasses a generous pour, re-corking, and finally returning it to the shelf behind him all in one seamless, confident action, earning a big smile from you that I can't see but I can deduce is there from the big smile spreading across his face!
You wave my card at him, he presents the card reader, you tap it, and the transaction is complete... however you have 4 glasses in front of you so you gesticulate that you're going to have trouble carrying them back and he whips out a silver platter, placing the drinks onto it for you. Finally you grab the tray, bending over a little more than is necessary in order to reward him with a generous glimpse of your cleavage, then you turn around and our views reverse - he gets to enjoy watching your ass wiggle away while I watch your breasts jiggle towards me, taking your time - both to give us a good show and not spill the drinks...
The tequilas
