It all started about 3 years ago. I was on my way to meet some of my girlfriends at a nearby pub after work for happy hour. We discussed this meeting at length for the purpose of making sure that our one friend who we call "Forgetful Fanny" would be there the right day and right time.
For some reason I got dressed up casual but stunning for tonight. I was feeling down and out for too long and I went out and bought myself a new outfit just for the night. We have dress down day at the office on Fridays but this wasn't the Friday for me to do so.
I bought a pair of dressy black jeans and a purple and blue blouse and a orchid blazer. I had a good size set of tits - 42D to be exact and they always got me noticed and in trouble with men.
I got there before the other girls so I walked in and found myself a seat at the bar because I needed a drink really, really bad. It was a rough week at the office and I was depressed that I didn't have a date for the office party a month away. I ordered my usual JD shot and drank it down fast. I didn't want to be too loose before the girls got there. It seemed like it was taking them forever to get there that night.
While I was waiting, a black guy walked in who was built like a football player. Shaved head, clean baby face with my favorite feature - a dimple in his chin and both of his cheeks. He looked around as if he was looking for someone, probably his girlfriend/wife and then stood next to me and ask "Is anyone occupying this stool next to you??" I said, "No, please go right ahead". He thanked me and gave me a heart melting smile and a wink.
He ordered, of all things a shot of JD. He smelled as good as he looked. I was becoming intoxicated by him. The bartender asked me if I was ready for another one and normally I would have said no since I didn't want to be that far ahead of the girls but I said yes. At the time he brought the bottle over to my shot glass my neighbor had finished his and asked for another and to put my shot on his tab. I looked over to him and we clinked glasses and he said "Cheers to you and cheers to me". He then introduced himself as Jim and I told him my name was Joan. We shook hands. He had a firm but gentle grip and such soft hands. He asked me what I was doing alone and I told him I was waiting for my girlfriends because we did this every other Friday and he said that his friends did too. We were talking about our jobs and life in general and we kept on having shots.
He ordered an extra large plate of their special wings and shared them with me. We both were wondering where our friends were but it didn't even seem to bother us that they weren't there.
Half way into our wings, my cell went off and it was one of the girls, she wanted to know if I wanted to catch a movie tonight and I told her I was here waiting for everyone and she informed me that it was next Friday because she thought someone called to tell me of the change. I told her that no one called me. I got off the phone and told Jim what happened and he asked if I was leaving and I said "No, I'm staying". He smiled and those dimples got me. I didn't see any ring on his finger but that doesn't mean a hill of beans. We finished the wings and he said "How about some dinner after we digest the wings??" I said "Sure, but what about your friends??" He said, "They can come but I can still have dinner with you". We had a beer and talked more and he told me he did play football but had an injury force him out of the game his senior year in college. He broke his back and was in rehab for over 2 year having to learn to walk again.
I told him that I was involved with a lot of school activities both in high school and college but never was popular with the guys. I liked a few and they just seemed to like my chest and my brains and always wanted me to help them with their homework, reports and projects. Two of them actually took me out for a date for thanks and one expected me to go to bed with him for thanks for the dinner and I thought "what the hell is going on here?"
He was shocked to hear that I didn't have much luck with the guys as he said I was smart, pretty and had a great shape. He admitted he was a "tit man" but that there was more to a girl than just her tits.
He got a call on his cell and it was his friend saying that they were hitting a dance club tonight and invited him and he said he was at the pub for happy hour and they said that they decided that this week they were hitting the dance club instead and well it funny he never got their message.
We talked more and then we decided what we wanted to have for dinner but he suggested that we go elsewhere as no one else was coming and I looked much too pretty not to be showing myself off. I know I blushed as I felt my face get all warm and I got a chill.
