Chrissy drove up to the address she had for her date made from a dating site. Parking, and going in, she thought the bar looked a little rough. From the entrance, she looked across the dark bar for the man who had scheduled this meeting with her, but didn't see him.
Rather than turn and leave, she stepped into the bar. Chrissy wore a loose blouse, a tight skirt, bare legs and sandals with raised heels.
There were few people in the bar, so she went to a free table, taking a chair facing the door. The waitress came over, so Chrissy ordered a white wine. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized she was actually several minutes early, so it was ok.
In an adjacent table were two men and a woman. Bikers. Chrissy glanced at them, and one of the men asked, "Are you alone? Want to join us?"
"No. No thanks. I'm waiting for someone."
And she waited. And she waited. After 15 minutes, Chrissy ordered another wine.
Since she was bored, and realizing that her "date" wasn't showing up, she looked the table next to her.
Two men, late 30's, wearing biker outfits...jeans, sleeveless jackets with patches, tee shirts, and rough working boots. One was slender, tall, and had a tight beard, the other was shorter, heavy, but had a long raggedy beard. They were drinking shots, probably tequila.
The woman appeared to be Chrissy's height, and she was slender with large breasts. She wore a biker chick outfit, tight tee shirt, the same as the men. Jeans, boots, sleeveless jacket. She had spikey hair, with a color mixture of red, blond, and purple. She had several earrings in each ear, and a nose ring. Chrissy was attracted to her breasts, they looked like they were enhanced, large, great form. Her nipples made slight mounds in her shirt
Chrissy wondered which of the men was fucking the biker chick. Or were both taking her?
The woman leaned over. "Honey, he's not coming. Why don't you join us?" Chrissy thought for a second, and stood up, took her wine, and went to the bikers table.
She sat down, and said "Hi. I'm Chrissy. I was waiting for my date, but he obviously didn't show."
The biker chick said, "I'm Mona, Larry and Frank."
Chrissy nodded to them. Frank said, "We're ordering another round before we roll. I'll get you one."
The waitress came over and took Frank's order of 4 tequilas. So Chrissy was right, they're drinking tequila.
She finished her wine. Because she was pissed at her missing Match date, she was ok with a tequila shot. "What a dick", Chrissy thought. "He was so nice in their written messages, but he's afraid of showing up. Hmmmm, how did he happen to pick this bar, and not a coffee bar?"
The tequila arrived. The three bikers talked biker things, motorcycles, rides coming up, places to go, fellow riders. Each took their turn in examining Chrissy. Chrissy thought they were approving her as she sipped her tequila. Before she knew it, she had another shot glass of tequila in front of her. She couldn't resist taking the glass and dipping her tongue in it. Her new biker friends were watching, and smiling.
Mona asked Chrissy, "Do you have a boyfriend who's reliable?"
"I guess not. And I'm not disappointed that this one didn't show."
"Is this your first date with him?"
"Yes, and it's my last date with him."
Mona reached around Chrissy and rubbed her shoulder. "I'm surprised you're going on first dates. I thought a woman like you would have lovers galore."
"Nope, I don't. But I'm trying."
As Chrissy closed her eyes and poured her tequila into her mouth, feeling the warmth spread through her body, Mona winked at Larry and Frank. The unsaid message was "Let's fuck Chrissy."
As Chrissy lowered her shot glass, another round arrived. Chrissy was starting to feel the warmth of wine, followed by tequila, spread through her body, making her moist pussy tingle with anticipation.
Mona nodded to Larry and Frank, having them talk to each other. Mona leaned over to Chrissy and whispered, "Were you going to fuck your date?"
Chrissy laughed. "I doubt it. I didn't think he'd be up to it."
