My wife had been on about coming out with me, and bringing her friend, Dawn, and her husband Eric. Whatever. She'd talk to Dawn, and I'd have to make small talk with Eric. He's not a bad guy, he's just... dull. We don't really have anything in common, so we end up talking about the weather. "Let's go to that bar you're always going to," she said, missing the fact that I pretty much go there to get away from her. Oh well.
So, the night comes, and we go out. We line up, sitting at the bar, me, Claire, Dawn and Eric. So I don't have to talk to him, or the women, as they're chatting amongst themselves. Leaving me to talk to Len, the barman.
There was a football game on, so everybody was watching that, including Eric. I just sat and drank, slowly.
I turned my back to the bar and looked around, and there she was, my redhead, in the bar. She was sitting with a couple of other younger people - well, everybody looks younger to me. Most of the guys at the table were watching the game, and she was playing around with her phone as usual. I vaguely listened to Claire and Dawn yammering away, but I was staring at the redhead and hoping she saw me.
After a minute or so, she looked up, around a little and saw me. She smiled, which made me feel really good. I smiled back. She said something to one of the guys at her little table, and came over to me. I watched her walking towards me, and I noticed none of the guys at her table were watching her go, they were all watching the game and talking amongst themselves.
She looked like she'd lost a little weight since I last saw her - she looked amazing. She was wearing a little strappy dress. It was white, or maybe light yellow, and came to just above her knees. I could see the extra straps of her bra, and I still could remember what she looked like without it. Without any of it.
It's noisy in the bar when there's a game on, so she came right up next to me and said "hi" in my ear, as she put her phone down next to my bottle. I bent towards her, close enough to kiss her neck, and said "hi" back again. I had to stop myself from licking her neck.
Claire noticed. Of course she noticed. She leaned around across in front of me and said "who's this?"
For a second, I panicked... I didn't know her name. Luckily, I think she realized this, as she leaned across in front of me too, and said "hi, I'm Sue." I could smell her hair, and see her ear in front of me.
I could feel her tit on my arm. I definitely felt her hand take mine and put it on her butt. I stroked her butt, marveling at how smooth and taut it still was. Not like the wife's... she's all lumpy with cellulite and stretch marks.
"How do you know Bob?" said Claire, quite loudly.
"Just from here," said Sue. "Neither of us likes the football, so we've..." she paused. I wondered what she was going to say. Seen each other naked? "...chatted a couple of times."
I felt her hand brush mine again, and it pulled the dress up and over it, so my hand was on her bare butt cheek. I caressed it, moving my hand up slightly and touching the waistband of her panties. Oh well, she was wearing panties.
Claire was saying something about I hadn't mentioned her, and Sue was saying that we'd just talked about everybody watching football when they all had TVs at home.
"Do you need a drink?" Sue asked Claire, and turned to face the bar. I almost choked, as I hadn't been prepared, so now my hand was on her pussy, over her panties.
Claire said no, she didn't need a drink, and she should really get back to her friend for a minute, and I'm left sitting there, with my hand up this redhead's dress. She wiggled herself against me, shaking me out of my shock.
She was facing the bar, waiting for Len, and I was caressing her pussy through her panties. I slid my hand down and to the side, then brought two fingers up and slid them under the leg hole so I could feel her skin.
I felt her hand come under her dress, next to mine. I glanced over at her, but she was looking away from me, across the bar. She moved my hand, pulled and wiggled her panties down until they were below her hips, with a slight gap, then removed her hand and put it on the bar.
I slid my hand over her bare lower stomach, stroking down to her sparse little patch of pubic hair. Lower I went, teasing myself with feeling the top of her slit, then I dipped a finger down and started gently stroking her clit, working in little circles. I was aware that my finger was dry, so I didn't want to rub too hard, but she rolled her hips forwards, letting me just slide my finger into her pussy. She was already wet, and I used that to lube my finger, then went back to rubbing her clit.
I heard her breathing get a little ragged, just as Len came over and pointed to her.
She stood on tiptoe and leaned across the bar a little, towards him, ordering a bottled beer.
I left my hand under her dress, stroking her clit, and she stayed on her tiptoes waiting for Len. I shuffled my hand further into her panties, and started using my thumb on her clit while stroking her pussy.
When Len reappeared and gave her the beer, she settled down onto her heels again, and this drove my finger further up into her pussy.
She took a long drink of her beer.
