We stood there together, about to go into the bar. He looked me right in the eyes and stared for a minute.
"You sure you're ready to do this?" I could see the look of concern wash over his face.
"Baby," I said, grabbing both of his hands. "This was my idea, remember. You are the one who looks worried. Are you OK with this?"
He smiled so big, I thought his face would freeze like that.
"Trust me," he said, squeezing my fingers. "If you want this, I have no problem with giving it to you." He took my hand and led me into the bar.
From the inside, it looked like most bars we went to together. It was warm and inviting, with pool tables and bar stools. It was the kind of bar I liked. I hated clubs. I would rather go to a smoky pool hall and drink beer from the bottle than sip cocktails. He knew this, and he loved that about me.
We got ourselves a small table in the middle of the room and positioned ourselves to see every corner. We weren't there to get drunk, necessarily. It might take a couple of beers to get ourselves loosened up, but we had a mission that night. Well, I had a mission; he was my wingman.
My boyfriend and I had been together for a while now, and although first we were afraid to explore one another's primal sexual sides, time had opened the door for us. Now, we were comfortable sharing our deepest, sometimes darkest, sexual fantasies. We had talked about bondage and spanking, anal sex and all kinds of sex, but tonight we were going to live out one of my fantasies. I wanted to bring a woman home.
We had been sitting a while and my dirty mind was wondering if the girls were checking him out, or me.
"OK, what about her?" He asked, pointing to a cute brunette at the bar. She had been staring at us since we got there, and was now only a few yards away. It seemed a little too obvious that her pert ass was pointed in our direction. I couldn't put a finger on it, but I thought she looked familiar.
"Yeah, she's got a nice ass," I answered. "We'll see." I leaned in to look at him. "What I want is to have a connection with someone. I don't think we can just go up to all of the hot girls here and just ask if they wanna fuck, you know?
"Just relax babe," I said, putting my hand on his knee under the table. "It's gotta be the right person. If she comes along, we'll know it."
After about three beers a piece, I was starting to feel a little buzzed. He, however, wasn't even fazed. He was looking for someone that we could talk to. Hell, I didn't know who wanted this more, he or I.
"I'm going to make some rounds," I said standing up. "Let me just befriend some of the women we have seen here. If she is interested, she will make that clear. I'll be back in a bit."
"K," he said as he tapped my ass. "I'll be right here, watching you walk away."
I turned around and winked. I had one of my favorite outfits on. I was wearing my favorite designer jeans and what I called my Freddy Krueger top. The top is black, muscle-cut with three diagonal slits across the front. The bottom of my left breast sticks out of one of the slits just perfectly, leaving only the color of my nipples to the imagination. I looked and felt sexy. And, I'd had just the right amount of alcohol to make me daring.
I headed towards the bathroom because, hey, beer goes through ya. As I stood at the sink to wash my hands, the cute brunette from the bar comes out of one of the stalls. Being that there was only one sink, I scooted over so she could get to the water as well.
She was about 5'6", and pretty petite, but it was her face that struck me first. She had gorgeous green eyes and cute little freckles that were placed lightly on the bridge of her nose. I started getting wet thinking about getting her naked.
"I know you," she said as she washed her hands next to me. She stood close and I was getting hotter as our hips slowly rubbed together. "We had a class together. Senior seminar, communication."
"Right," I said, finally able to place her. "I remember, you sat next to that girl who always brought her dog."
"Yup," she laughed. "That was me. Is that your boyfriend out there?"
"Yeah," I said, drying my hands.
"Funny," she shrugged. "I never pegged you as the boyfriend type." I started to get anxious as to what she meant by that.
"And I never noticed you were so tall," she put a hand on the small of my back as she reached around me to get a towel. "What, are you like six feet or something?"
"Nah," I blushed. "I'm 5'11", but my heels make me closer to 6'1"."
"I'd kill to be that tall. And that skinny. You never looked this good in class." She gave my figure a good once over. Maybe it was the beer talking, but I swear I saw a twinkle in her eyes.
"That's because I would never wear an outfit like this to class," I said, standing back from the mirror. "But that's the point of it. It makes me feel sexy.
"Mission accomplished," she said, smiling at me.
"You have a great body yourself. I wish my ass looked like that." A wise man once told me, flattery gets you everywhere. Hopefully it would get Justin and I in her pants.
"Yeah?" She said, cocking her head slightly as she looked at me. "So, you've been checking out my ass, huh?"
"My boyfriend noticed it first," I said, laughing. "Although I confirmed it. You have a very nice ass."
"Huh," she shrugged. "That's flattering, thank you.
"By the way," she said as she walked out the door. "I really like your shirt." Her eyes were glued to my chest as she left. Was it my imagination, or was that little hottie flirting with me?
I walked back towards my table and my boyfriend was, literally, sitting on the edge of his seat.
"What took you so long?" His eyes were wide as he waited for me to sit. "Please don't tell me you got started without me."
"Relax dear," I said as I placed one hand on his cheek. "Turns out we had a class together… And, she was flirting with me in the bathroom. This just might happen." I kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, I forgot-- I told her you think she has a nice ass."
"Alright," he said as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Good. She should know that. She does have a nice ass."
I laughed as the server brought us two beers.
