I like to think I'm above average looking. In my early 40s, I'm working on "stylish" and "distinguished" rather than clinging to my disappearing youth.
There's a casino near me, and you see all manner of people there, so I have a habit of booking a room and going there on Friday nights to watch the people... their mating dances, the winners and losers at the tables and so on. Trust me, a lot of the time it's better than the soaps on the TV.
I was strolling through the bar on my way to the tables when I noticed a cute looking redhead in a little black dress sitting at the bar. She looked like she was alone, and a sudden thought crossed my mind.
I found myself veering over to her.
"Is this seat taken?"
She'd been looking at her phone, and she glanced around.
"Not at all," she said, "feel free."
I sat down and introduced myself. She was Sue, and we chatted a little - getting to know you type of stuff.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?"
She was supposed to be on a date, but thought she was getting stood up. I'd noticed the wedding ring.
"Your husband?"
"No," she said. "I'm in an open marriage."
Wow, that threw me a little - I wondered why she'd tell me that so quickly.
"Really," I asked, "how does that work?"
"Well, we get to go on dates with other people. And get stood up by them, it seems."
"Then he's an idiot," I told her.
We had a moment, I thought, smiling at each other.
Her phone beeped.
"Just a sec," she looking at her phone, "this is my date."
She glanced around.
"Everything OK?"
"Yeah," she said, "he's said he can't make it and I'm to have fun without him."
She put her phone in her bag.
I was massively intrigued by what was happening here.
"What do you do for fun without him?"
"I do all sorts of things," she said. "Let's see what we can come up with."
She gave me an interesting look, like she was challenging me.
Just then the barman arrived to take my order.
I ordered.
"And would you like another drink?" I asked her.
"Oh," she said, "I can't handle my liquor at all, but you seem nice. I'll have the same again, thank you."
I pulled the chair closer to her and sat down.
The barman brought our drinks and I reached over to collect mine, grazing her tit with my arm on the way. She didn't say anything, but she must have noticed.
We chatted together while I tried to figure out my next move. She seemed to like me. Like that. So I didn't want to fuck this up.
As we chatted, I casually dropped my hand onto her knee.
She didn't react.
I decided to try a little harder, so I started stroking her leg. Her legs were crossed, so I starting gently and slowly stroking from the top one down the inside of her knee to the other one and back again.
I sipped my drink, not wanting to get tipsy, while we chatted.
She held my hand on mine and uncrossed her legs. Her knees were slightly apart, so I stroked her leg, but rather than along her knee, I started stroking up her thigh a little.
We chatted as I stroked higher and higher, until I found a lacy top. I suddenly realized that she was probably wearing stockings. My fingers were at the hem of her dress, and my hand was between her thighs. My dick was getting hard, as this was getting much further than I'd ever hoped.
"Hang on a second," she said quietly.