The rain is falling as I walk back to my hotel your footsteps splashing through the rain.....
I was sitting on my own in the bar come late club, watching the local trade as it made it's way from late evening office empty to evening people out, to guys and girls on the pull, a beer or three and a paper to keep me occupied whilst looking for a little dance action later on. I'd been in town now for three days on business and hadn't had much luck with the ladies until on my last night a cab driver had recommended this place to try. The odd shared drink and an ear to talk into but they always wanted to move on and I wanted to dance, slow and close, when you walked in with a female friend.
I watched from my table as you both settled at the bar, you took your wrap from your shoulders, baring them and I recognized your little black dress. I searched my memory for your term 'My Dare Dress.' There it was on your body, the dress I had only seen on the internet, I ordered another beer and a fresh juice and returned to my seat and waited.
The bar had filled nicely and you were both attracting quite a bit of attention not that either seemed to mind as you chatted and I watched as very slowly the two of you parted. At the far end of the bar was a stool and I knew from the way you were walking that was your destination. As you made your way politely but firmly towards it in six strides I too was there ordering a beer from next to you and wishing you a good evening and offering to buy you a drink. For a moment I thought there was recognition but it didn't come and I was talking. We stayed at the bar and our conversation flowed as around us people came and went and apart from a nod from your friend, that I guessed meant she was happy if you were, we made conversation and ourselves comfortable.
The view I had of your tits was fabulous and when I suggested a dance you came eagerly and I watched as your nipples appeared. Back at the bar I decided to talk to your tits and feign that I was trying not too. Quickly I discovered that I was looking anyway and feigning was a waste of time. Our conversation changed and I began to talk about my sex life and lack of it, how much I missed getting a fuck but that I was now too old or so it seemed and you rallied back telling me about your freedom to enjoy your life and that I wasn't to old all the time getting closer to me, touching me and allowing me to touch you back. At first a hand and then your face as all the time you were teasing me, pressing your breasts to me as I handed you another drink and not moving back after you have taken it, your bare leg against my trousers, a thigh as you move brushing my crotch and I suggest a table in a corner but you turn it down.
I think of the things I know about you and introduce subjects slowly, sexual promiscuity, flashing, internet, web cams, meeting people off the internet and getting fucked and with each answer comes a little more and with each little 'more' your nipples grow and your smile widens.
You tell me you are on a 'girls weekend away and you know what they say about mice and cats.'
I laugh tell you that you have a gorgeous body and ask if you have ever considered stripping, perhaps on a stage, or perhaps maybe gone a little further.
With a giggle you tell me that you really are not going to share that information but another dance wouldn't go amiss and maybe you'll tell me after.
