When I walked in the bar was loud already. Not that it was getting late, or that this was such a hot spot, just a well known local dive.
That's the way I liked it. So I found the one empty seat at the bar, ordered a Heff, and began the most wonderful ritual in the world... waiting.
You can never really be sure about blind dates. There's just so much that can go wrong, such a cold start. I rather get to know a person first. And yet here I was waiting for her. What was her name, Gina? Jen? Jennifer?
Let me check my phone, there she is, Gina. Well I guess I had spoken to her once. And John seems to praise her to the moon and back so that's something. In our one encounter she seemed distracted, pretentious.
Not really my style, then again she agreed to meet me here, and I'm assuming that's not really her style, so I've got to give the girl credit.
I looked up from my beer and felt the gaze of another, that little tingling sensation you feel on the back of your neck, the one that makes your heart speed up a notch.
I looked down the bar, and there she was, head on a swivel. Most likely she had been looking at me, I couldn't be sure though, her gaze meandered around the room carelessly, almost lazily. A lion that just woke up from a long nap, she was hungry, but not quite ready to hunt just yet.
Those eyes. That was the first thing I noticed. Big and round, seductive. The kind of eyes that if the Pope were watching, all she'd need do would be to batch an eyelash and he go scampering for his Viagra. No little boys today, brown eyes gets the holy pole.
I wasn't sure that she really belonged here. She was dressed just a little nicer than everyone else. A little black dress that showed off her generous assets. She wasn't skinny, but the way she held herself, she carried it well. The woman was put together and she knew it.
A vibration in my pocket snapped me back to reality, that clamor of a loud bar, the sound of a glass breaking, followed by cheers of drunken sarcastic appreciation.
"Sorry. Can't make it tonight. Something came up."
Well I guess I was right about Gina. Fucking blind dates. I put my phone in my pocket, and as I returned my attention to the corporeal world, there was brown eyes starring at me.
This time she wasn't casing the joint she was looking at me. For a fraction of a second, a devilish little smirk appeared on her face, just long enough for me to second guess that she even smirked at all. Then she turned away and her face was lost in her full, gorgeous black hair.
With an empty beer in front of me, a the lost prospect of a blind date behind me. It seemed the least I could do was make a new friend. A new beautiful, seductive, brown eyed, devilishly smirking friend.
There were no empty seats at the bar now, and it was beginning to get pretty crowded. I hailed the bartender from my seat down the bar.
"I'll have another beer, and get her one of whatever she's having. Yeah the one in the black over there."
I got my beer and waited. Held my breathe for half a minute, the bartender put the drink down in front of her. Her face wasn't that of surprise, but just that little inkling of a grin, that maybe I was just imagining. The bartender pointed over to me.
She looked over, and I raised my glass just a little off the bar. She tilted her head just slightly and got up, beckoning me to come. Well so much for a cheers, this could go either way.
I got up from the bar and watched her as she finessed her way through the crowd, the girl looked gorgeous from all angles. It was a dance to her, and she was a beautiful dancer.
She sat down at an empty table in the corner. I arrived just a second after her. She said nothing, she just glided back on the bench and and tapped the seat next to her, ever so gently, as if asking a small child to sit down.
Normally I would have been upset by the patronization. But there was something in this girls face that told me, she was neither patronizing me, nor about to treat me like a child.
I sat down next to her.
"Hi, my name's..." She held a finger to my mouth to silence me.
"No name's", she sighed, "It's better that way."
"I want to show you something". She lifted her dress just a little. Her legs were gorgeous, creamy smooth skin, so inviting, I wanted to caress them. As her dress slid up a bit more, I understood what she was doing.
I could tell she had no underwear on. I suppose the look on my face was comical, because she let out a little giggle.
"Don't worry, enjoy your drink for now." Her statement was saturated with insinuation, enjoy your drink for now, and then later...
She picked up her drink and took an elegant sip. I followed suit. I was beginning to enjoy this.
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It had been a long day, a long week, and hell an even longer month. But it was Friday and due to grace or good fortune, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, I didn't have to work this weekend. It seems like ages since this phenomenon was even likely none-the-less here.
The bar was loud, and starting fill up. Not my usual place. Not really my style at all really. But after a few glances around the room, the menu was looking delicious. Work being what it is, a girls got to have some time to relax, and that's what this was, me time.
I took a lazy sip of my vodka soda. Enjoying the feeling of the alcohol as it warmed my body from my head all the way down to my toes, and everywhere in between.
As I let the vodka permeate my body, I felt the stress drain away. First from my shoulders, ahh they finally relaxed, a muscle I hadn't know I'd been clenching. And for who knows how long? Based on the relief this first drink was affording me, it could have been years.
My legs were next. They seemed to dangle from the bar stool, on their own volition, not a care in the world. Walking was the last thing on their mind. I could feel the heat in my thighs. It seems the vodka had done it's job, on all parts of my body.
It had been a while. When was the last time. Jesus I couldn't even remember. Months? Since Jake and I broke up. That was ten months ago! No that can't be right.
Maybe it was. Either way, that didn't matter know. I know what I want. But tonight, it's going to be something naughty, something different. What are you saying girl? What's on your mind? I wasn't sure yet, but only time would tell. I was caught in the vodka riptide, and swimming back to shore was that last thing on my mind.
"Excuse bartender. I'll have one more please."
The bar was beginning to fill up. One last empty seat at the bar. I looked to my right. All seats full, the crowd looked good.
Nothing particularly special, but with a little help from my liquid friend here I was probably going to find Brad Pitt out there tonight.
I looked back to my left. No empty seats this time. So who had sat down? And there he was. He had just ordered a drink. Look at that smile. He could flood the icecaps with a smile like that, among other things.
His blond hair reflected the soft dim light of the bar, and gave him an angelic type quality. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough that I could see the beginnings of his chest. He went the gym a few times a week, that much I could tell.
Hmmm I want to see more. He sat down carelessly back into the seat, he reached into his pocket. His green eyes glinted off the soft blue incandescent glow of a cell phone. Who was he talking to? No matter, time indeed would tell.
I continued my gaze around the room, I had some planning to do. I had gotten his attention, I could feel his eyes, his gaze on me. It felt good, empowering, sexy. I didn't have to look at his face to know the wanton look that was displayed upon it.
Back to the riptide. I definitely had some planning to do. And it was going to have to be quick. I could feel the room warming up around me, from the inside.
I looked over and as our eyes connected I gave him the slightest hint of smirk. And went back to my drink. I was starting to feel good, that warm tingling sensation, in my hands, my feet, my thighs...
Another drink appeared in front of me. Ah so the plan was working. The bartender pointed down to green eyes. He lifted his glass. I lifted mine, stood, and nodded for him to follow. I worked my way through the crowd, looking for a nice table where we could enjoy each others company.
I sat down and beckoned him to take the seat next to me. He did. And as he set his beer down on the table, he looked over at me, opened his mouth and began to introduce himself.
I put a finger to his lips. They were soft and supple.
"No names. It's better that way." Was that my voice? Yes, definitely something different tonight.
I started to lift up my dress. His gaze followed the movement of my hand. He was starring down at me, taking me in. God it was so sexy, the way he looked at me. I knew how wet I must've been by now. As my dress crested my thigh, I could see the message was delivered.
All I was wearing was this dress. Nothing else. His jaw dropped just a little bit. I couldn't help but let a little laugh escape. I'm not sure that was the reaction I was looking for, but it sure will do.
I took a sip of my drink and he did the same. His gaze returned to mine, and I couldn't help but feel the electricity in the room rise, the air between us was charged.
He leaned over and put his lips on mine. His lips were soft, the taste of chapstick and cold beer. He was so muscular, yet so gentle. He put his hand on my leg, and I could feel my heart speeding up a bit.
I took his hand in mine and moved it up my leg, brushing my dress up along with it. I knew what I wanted, and now, so did he. His hand moved across my already hardening clit, teasing it out, ever so gently.
Our tongues were wrapped in each others now. The room was spinning, rotating around us. We were the center of the universe at this very moment.
