Inevitably his eyes dropped to her prominent bosom, and they both laughed. Her breasts seemed to join in the fun and wobbled, straining at buttons of her blouse.
"If you'll allow me, I'd like to buy you another drink. It's a little experiment; I want to show you something."
***
Doris was getting frustrated. There was a long queue of cars waiting to pull out of the company carpark. The main road was full of traffic -- all going home at the same time. She was going to be late. At last she got to the front and saw the problem. The traffic was backed up all the way to the lights. And the gap created by each red light never quite reached the carpark entrance. She wound her window down and smiled at each male driver. Eventually someone would flash their lights and let her out.
***
"It's called Bowmore, and it's a single malt. A good one should not make you shudder at all." said Ade. "When it slides down your throat, you should not feel burning, just a warm sexy glow."
He was still standing facing the bar, but was now closer to Maureen. She had turned towards him on her stool and was thinking she'd have to try to tug her skirt down sooner or later. Her panties might be on show, but there was no need to pull it too far; this guy was seriously sexy.
"I ought to let you know I'm waiting for a friend actually." she said.
"Well he must be mad, leaving a beautiful woman all by herself like this."
So, he thought she was waiting for a man; no need to enlighten him. One drink with a good looking stranger wouldn't hurt. He'd have to make himself scarce when Doris got here.
"My friend will think I'm being naughty."
"I think you are too!" he agreed. "Here, try your Bowmore."
"You've bought me a double!" she said. "You'll be getting me drunk."
"Sorry, I thought you preferred large ones. Don't worry I've got a large one as well."
***
Doris had waited long enough. The next gap was only a half chance but if she didn't take it, she'd never get to the Plough. She shot out, expecting to hear the blast of a car horn. Unfortunately, the guy had also seen the widening space and accelerated into it. The sound Doris heard was not a horn but a crunch, as she was rear-ended. There had been no time for him to sound the horn. Her seatbelt locked and she said 'Shit!" Exactly the same thing happened to the guy behind, who also said 'Shit!" After a moment they both got out, to the sound of many horns in the heavy traffic.
***
"You're not supposed to down it in one go!" Ade said. "It's supposed to be sipped and savoured."
He placed a hand on Maureen's exposed thigh and gripped it. It was as if he was reinforcing his irritation. She noticed it but made no move to stop him; it felt nice and warm - so did she. His other hand was on the bar and she put hers over it, comforting him.
"But I knocked back the Jack Daniels."
"That was only to get rid of it, so you could try the Bowmore. You really are naughty."
"What should I do?"
"You should wait while I get you another one."
"OK. But you'll have to be patient with me. Point out where I'm going wrong."
She left her hand over his, while Ade ordered a second Bowmore. But Ade moved his other hand farther up her thigh. He didn't even pretend it was accidental. She closed her eyes for a moment as he almost made it to her panties. Better make the most of this -- Doris would be here soon and they'd leave. Her drink arrived.
"Now just sip it."
***
Doris was discussing the accident with the guy who had run into her. As a general rule of thumb, the driver who rear-ends the one in front is to blame. They were not arguing though. She accepted she should have waited for a bigger gap and had been too impatient. He agreed he'd been going a bit fast and might have been quicker on the brakes. They exchanged names and addresses. He was David Gray and had his insurance details with him. But she had left hers at home. Then he asked for Doris's phone number. She thought that was a bit odd, but he was kind of cute.
***
Maureen sipped it and grinned at him.
"You're right! It's very smooth! Now I'm being a good girl - is that better?"
"Actually I rather like bad girls. There is one naughty way you can drink single malt and only sip a little at a time. But it's really quite wicked. I don't want to get you into trouble; well, not too much trouble!"
"Try me."
"Close your eyes and open your mouth then."
She did. Ade took a mouthful of Bowmore -- his own, not hers. He sealed his lips over hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. Then he let the liquid go, a drop at a time. Her tongue twirled against his and she swallowed whisky and saliva -- little by little. Sensing her compliance, his hand crept all the way up her thigh. As it reached her panties he slipped it under her crotch. Her legs opened to accommodate him without her even thinking about it. What he was feeling was warm, and very wet.
The kiss lasted almost five minutes. Half way through Maureen reached behind his neck and pulled him in closer, then raised the leg nearest to him and got her foot on the stool's rung. With the whole target area open to him, Ade slid a finger past her gusset and into her vagina. She moaned. If Doris didn't arrive soon, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions.
"See, that was nice and warm." he said.
She licked her lips and the barman spoke.
"I think you two should get a room and celebrate the lady's birthday in comfort. While you're thinking about it, please go and take a table, in the corner.
They took what was left of their drinks to the table where Ade had been sitting when she came in. Two men and a woman came into the bar.
***
Their debate at the scene of the crash was now louder. They were still not angry, but had to raise their voices above the cacophony from the stationary vehicles. The din was interrupted by sirens and flashing lights. A police car, coming from the opposite direction, pulled over in front of Doris's car. Two officers got out and one held up his hand to stop the traffic. Then he waved forward the first of the backlog building up behind Mr Gray's Volvo. The other officer inspected the damage. Volvo's are built like tanks and this one only had a crumpled front bumper. Doris's Ford was looking more damaged.
***
