ONE
He had watched the woman sitting alone at the bar for nearly an hour. Several young men had bought her drinks and tried to engage her in conversation, but they had all met the same fate. With a gorgeous smile, she had graciously acknowledged their obvious interest but politely declined their company. A petite woman with long, blonde hair hanging straight past her shoulders, he could see that she had a tiny waist and killer legs. She was wearing a white long-sleeved off-the-shoulder tee over top of a short, tan back-pleated skirt that clung tightly to her shapely ass. Her breasts were perky and firm and her bare shoulders were smooth and muscular. Her legs were crossed, her skirt sliding high up her luscious thigh, and she was wearing a pair of bronze, metallic slingback platforms with 4-inch heels. Even from his vantage point, he could see her lips glistening in a cinnamon shade and her blue eyes were set against a dark, smoky make-up. Thinking that he had waited long enough, he pushed back from his table and stood up, making his way towards her.
She had noticed the young man watching her earlier in the evening. He was nearly half her forty-six years and just over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a thick chest. His long-sleeved blue-striped shirt was untucked and hung flat across his taut belly, his muscular thighs and ass pushed snugly against his jeans and he moved like an athlete as he worked his way through the crowd. He had grayish blue eyes, a square jaw and his blonde hair was cut close to his scalp.
She smiled brightly as he approached. She was used to the attention she received from young men and loved playing the cougar. A pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's laid on the bar in front of her and as she reached for a cigarette, he grabbed a book of matches from an empty ashtray. She removed one of the long, white cigarettes and brought it slowly to her wetly shining lips. She leaned forward slightly, bringing its tip to the flame of the match he had struck, her hand gently resting on his. She drew deeply and exhaled a thin stream, blowing out the match, her gorgeous eyes locked onto his. He noticed her nipples pushing against the thin material of shirt and the gentle swell of her perky breasts.
"The bartender thinks you might need some help . . . He said you haven't paid for a drink since you've been here and he's afraid you might be low on cash."
She laughed "No . . . I've got plenty of money, but he is right. I haven't had to pay for a single drink in this place." She leaned closer to the young man and added, in mock seriousness, "Everyone is soooo nice here!" her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Are you waiting for someone" he asked eyeing the brightly glittering diamonds in her wedding bands, "maybe . . . your husband?"
She raised both her eyebrows at that "No , I'm not waiting on my husband. He would certainly be suprised to find me here! I'm in town for a conference, and I needed some "me" time."
"Well, you'd better be careful. This place has got a bit of a reputation."
"A reputation for what?" she asked.
"Aahhh . . . kind of a meat market . . . you know . . . a place to maybe hook-up."
She looked around in comic suprise, leaning even closer to him she whispered "You mean . . . there are young men . . . in here . . . trying to get me into bed?!"
He grinned at her "I'm afraid that's true."
Her hand slid slowly, but firmly up his thick thigh muscle before lightly running her fingers along the outline of his thick package pressing against his jeans.
"Young men . . . Like you?" her eyes smoldering.
With that she began to rub his fat crotch, oblivious to the others standing nearby in the crowded bar.
He leaned closely to her ear and whispered " I think we'd better get out of here!"
She took a long drag off her cigarette and raising her chin exhaled a plume towards the ceiling before stabbing it out.
