Mary took one last look at herself to see if it had been worth all the trouble. She'd been coiffed, her face soften in a mud pick, a manicurist had taken an hour on her nails, and toenails. And her dress! The designer in a haute couture emporium had outdone herself. She even took care to ensure the slit skirt would almost, but not quite, show Mary's derriere or mons venus . . ."unless she wanted to show them of course". The neckline was low enough to almost, but not quite, show her nipples -- unless she bent over.
Her younger sister, by two years, approved of it all, "You are going to knock them out sis. The guys rate the single girls down there, and you will be the first, and only, absolute ten of the evening."
Then sis gave Mary's ass a squeeze, felt nothing but skin beneath the thin material, and said, "Good! You left them off. No man can resist it when he finds his target is not wearing panties. It's considered a tacit sign of approval . . . and speaking of a tacit sign, put this on."
"Your wedding ring! My god Joan, this is a singles bar."
"Horse hockey sis. In a singles bar, "single" simply means you are not with someone. Believe me, love, they will figure you are housewife from Iowa having one wild spree before heading back to Dubuque. If your mission is to be successful you must encourage that sort of speculation.
"And for Pete's sake don't go for the first guy who puts a move on you. Young guys look hot, but older guys have more confidence and consideration, even on a pickup date. Aim for a guy in his forties, and one who is not drunk. Kissing is going to be obligatory, but here again no Frenching on the first kiss. Then a pause, "Uh you have done French haven't you."
"Oh god yes. Do you remember Jerry Kahn, a guy in my class and two years ahead of you?"
"Jerry Kahn! Did you have an affair with him?"
Another giggle, "Almost. One night, the summer after I graduated, the folks took you to a movie. Jerry and I were left alone in the house. I guess they figured a couple good Catholic kids could be trusted. But something happened. We were sitting the couch watching TV and he gave me a quick, just a peck on the lips really. Then I put my arms around him and gave him a real one, right on the lips. Pretty soon we were making out, you know hugging and touching.
Then it got hot. He grabbed my butt and pulled me tight to him. I opened my mouth and we did a Frenchie. Soon he had his hand 'down there' but I stopped him from really touching it. But I put my hand on his crotch. He unzipped his pants and took it out. While we were still kissing I put my hand on it." "Jerry said, 'Hold it tight, Mary.' I did and started to hump me like he was a dog on a farmer's leg. Then he said 'I'm cumming.' Boy did he make a mess on my clothes. That was the closest I ever came to really doing it . . with another person anyhow."
Joan said, "Oh god, Mary. Two years later Jerry and I went all the way.
"Uh, did you. . . . uh, you know, did you like it?"
Joan fessed up, "No it was terrible, and very messy. I really think a girl ought to put more thought into her first time, maybe do it with an older man." Then she looked out the window, "Your cab is coming sis. Call me if you need me. See you later, maybe tomorrow morning."
When Mary arrived at "Charlie's Infamous Singles Bar" in The Village it was just filling up with patrons. Mary was aware of the attention she drew from the unaccompanied, guys as she walked through the club. Had she not been so nervous she would have felt sexy.
But she was nervous. She walked around the circular bar, and sat in one of the swivel chairs which, in the nicer bars, have replaced the old bar stool. Joan had recommended she have a drink or so, but no more than three. She would need the false courage, but should not drink enough to change her personality or forget to be careful.
She ordered a Chablis. Then she waited, but not long. A young man sauntered up as if he really had a chance with the hot, new babe. "Hey! Hey! Like some quick action beautiful?"
She was there for just that, but not for something gauche. She flashed her wedding ring and replied, "Thanks but I'm waiting for my husband. He'll be along any minute."
She just as adroitly dismissed the next as well. Then she worried about overdoing it. She couldn't just walk into a place like this and immediately burn her bridges.
Finally Mary spotted just what her sister said to look for. A confident looking, handsome guy, about forty, was sitting across the bar looking at her. She had learned to flirt in high school. Now could she pull it off. She caught her target's eye, gave him a quick smile, then turned away only to give him another glance. That did it. He was again staring right at her. Before Mary could look away he looked up and blew her an air kiss.
She had been outdone in flirting. Mary gave with an open-mouth laugh. Then blew her own kiss back at him.
Hey, this might work out!
Mr. Confidence soon was standing behind her and taking a long gander of her décolletage. He asked "Hello there. Your first time at Charlie's? "
"How did you guess?"
"To start with, I drop in often and I haven't seen you here. Also you took such care in making sure you look just right, you had to be a first-timer."
Mary actually blushed (which didn't hurt the ambiance a bit) and asked, "Did I succeed in looking just right?"
"Oh yes, you had me as soon as you walked by in that lovely, designer dress. May I sit down?"
Mary almost said "no," but she wasn't there to say that. She was sure this guy was the one she was hoping to meet! She said, "Sure, I'm Mary, visiting town."
"I'm Harry from here in town." Then he added "Right down the street in fact. Wife left me for a rich guy and left me the condo right close to a singles bar. Wasn't that thoughtful of her."
Things were happening almost as if scheduled. Mary caught the innuendo about being single. She also shifted her position so a generous section of her thigh was exposed. She kept the conversation from lagging by reaching for his hand and squeezing it.
Harry gave her hand a squeeze right back. She gave him her best "I like you" look, right in the eye.
He ordered drinks for both of them. Mary was now on her second glass of wine and was feeling good.
The chit chat flowed easily. He asked, "So how long you be in town."
