“I need a drink!” I thought to myself as I pulled up to the curb and put the car in park. I didn’t like the way that sounded but it had been the week from hell and it was only Wednesday. I grabbed a couple bills from my purse and headed down to the pub, a basement bar that offered a cool dark place to enjoy some solitude.
It wasn’t until I stepped off the bottom step that I remembered Wednesday nights are Lesbian night. It’s nothing official, you understand. Lesbians just seem to congregate here on Wednesdays. That explained the sudden urge I had. It was something in the air. You could almost smell the wet pussies. I needed to find a nice sweet pussy to eat. I LOVE men, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes a woman is the only way to scratch a certain ‘itch’.
I looked around the bar as I ordered my drink. It was early yet and there weren’t a lot of people around. The men were all sitting along the wall, just watching and drooling. They can be such dogs. The bar tender was cute but I wasn’t about to hang out until close just to take her home.
I got my drink and found a nice quite stool along the wall to watch. I’m not really sure what I was thinking. I had never picked a woman up before. Anytime I had sex with another woman it was kind of a spontaneous thing. I knew men were easy but a woman? I let my eyes wander as my thoughts did.
There were a couple of girls playing pool. Definitely too butch for my tastes. I had something specific in mind. I wanted someone with nice soft curves, big tits and pouty lips. I wanted a feminine girl who would be a wild cat once I got her home. Basically what every man is looking for.
The longer I sat nursing my drink the nastier my thoughts got. Then I saw Her. She had long black hair that swished when she walked. Her lips were screaming to be kissed. My nether lips were getting moist just watching her.
She came in alone and went straight to the bar. She was obviously stressed. She ordered a drink, slammed it and ordered another one. I polished off mine and went to stand next to her. She was reaching for a bill to pay for her latest drink and I put my hand on hers saying, “You look like you could use some company. Let me get that for you.”
Her eyes flashed a killing glare until she met mine. I gave her my best smile and wrapped my fingers softly around hers. It must have been something in my smile because she relaxed, “you’re right. I could use someone to talk to I guess.”
I paid for our drinks and slid my arm around her back to guide her to where I had been sitting. She took the stool I indicated and I slid mine closer to hear better. She took a long pull from her drink then looked at me abruptly. “What’s your name?” she asked as if she just realized she was sitting with a stranger.
“My friends call me Jayde,” I explained as I held out my hand for her to shake.
She took my hand saying, “Jayde, that’s cool. I’m Destiny.” She took my hand in hers, not so much a handshake as a meeting of minds.
I held her hand, feeling the heat radiating from it and gave her my best wry smile, “Perhaps you are.” Was I coming on too strong? I wanted her. I NEEDED her. Her scent was intoxicating. Her skin so soft. She was wearing a tight low cut blouse that revealed her generous cleavage. I had erotic visions dancing through my head as we sat and chatted. She never let go of my hand and I was more than content to let her have it.
She rattled on about how this had gone wrong, how that sucked, pretty much having the same week I was. When we had finished off the current round of drinks her hand went to the back of her neck. She moaned softly as her fingers were obviously working some tired muscles. It was time for a bolder move. Drinking and chatting were one thing but to go where I was about to was, for me, stepping beyond the point of no return.
“You look pretty stressed. I could rub that for you and make it better.” The sexual innuendo was thick in the air. I’m not sure I was even breathing as I waited for her response.
