I have always fantasized about meeting someone just like you at a bar. Being the sly one that you are, you arrange for a close girlfriend of yours to meet you at the same bar, the same time. Only, your plan is to arrive a little late. I’m the one in the black dress, sitting at the bar. My hair is down, and parted mostly in the middle, brown and naturally wavy. "Rebecca" sees me putting out my cigarette and approaches me to ask for a light, then sits down next to me. I’m an easy-going person by nature, and so is she, so Rebecca and I start up a conversation. She asks me if I’m alone and I tell her I’m meeting someone. She says, "So am I." To my delight, Rebecca is a brunette, and has striking blue eyes. She’s got a very natural and unpainted appearance, and has a beautiful and voluptuous figure that she is not shy about showing off just a little.
A little time goes by and the bar becomes more and more crowded. Rebecca and I are facing each other, as it is increasingly harder to hear. It seems we’ve both forgotten completely about you (neither of us knowing we’re meeting the same person) and we’re getting along very well. As we get a little looser and more relaxed, we start talking more openly about ourselves: do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what do you do for a living, stuff of the sort. We’ve completely blocked out the crowds around us, and have taken to gazing at each other for longer intervals than are considered "socially" normal. Noticing my drink is empty, she puts her hand on my inner knee, just midway between knee and thigh, leans closely into me and asks, "What are you having?" I tell her, "A Cosmopolitan." She orders 2 and before excusing herself to the bathroom, she asks me, "Truth or Dare?" I’m not confused by this question - I’m female after all, and have played this game a million times as a young girl. I’m actually amused and curious, so I say, "Dare."
"I dare you to spend the rest of the evening with your panties off." Of course, I accept the dare. We cover our drinks w/ coasters (which typically means "this seat is taken") and take leave for the restrooms. We go into the wheelchair stall together and she coyly says to me, "I forgot to tell you, there are two parts to this dare," I let it slide and ask her what the second part is. "I dare you to let me take them off for you." I’m pretty much reeling at this point, and containing my girlish excitement, I tell her, "I accept." She throws her head back and gives a shriek, "YES!", her silky brown hair flinging down her back. We stand closest to the farthest wall in the stall and I lift my dress to my waist. Slowly she slides her fingers under the sides of my panties. All in one very smooth movement, she glides my panties slowly down around my ass, taking care to slightly caress my cheeks at the same time, and then brings her hands back around to the front and slides my panties down over my very neatly shaven bush. I’m looking down at her the entire time, as she’s squatting with her legs spread provokingly around me. She looks up at me with a most incredibly sexy smile, and slides the panties down to my ankles. I slowly step out of them, and as she rises, she moves in a little closer to me and says, "I hope you don’t mind, but I’m keeping these!" I lean forward to kiss her luscious mouth and it turns out to be just a light kiss, a tantalizing prelude to what could possibly happen next...or later...or....,OH! It’s almost too ironic that at the exact same time we both remember we’re meeting someone at the bar, so we collect ourselves and head back to our seats. As we approach the bar, we notice someone is sitting in one of them...
To our surprise, we both recognize you, and simultaneously say, "He’s here!" We look at each other with a bit of confusion and wonder, then shock. Only seconds later, we both are very amused by this happenstance...You see our reflection in the bar mirror and turn around just as we are approaching you. It’s to YOUR complete wonder that we have already met and are smiling from ear to ear as you turn to offer a proper introduction.
