The bar was very crowded; but then, it
was
Friday evening after work; and everyone there needed to unwind.
She walked into the bar and was assaulted by a cacophony of noise; voices, each trying to out do the others, and music, mostly lost in the confusion except for the heavy droning of bass notes and the occasional thump of drums. ESPN on several TVs around the bar added to the mix.
Thank goodness they've banned smoking, she thought to herself, as she headed toward the bar in hope of finding a seat.
She was dressed in fairly typical business attire; a white blouse, a red skirt, tasteful jewelry, sensible heels. But the blouse had one more button unbuttoned than you might expect, and the skirt had a slit that went up her left thigh higher than many would consider appropriate for the office.
She was stunningly beautiful; thirty-something, tall, with long shapely legs, womanly hips and a thin waist. She felt her breasts were one of her best assets; they weren't overly large, but more than ample for her thin frame. Her hair was ash blonde and long; flowing down her back and ending between her shoulder blades. She had piercing blue eyes; so when she looked at you, for some odd reason, you felt special.
As she approached the bar it became apparent to her that no seats were available, so she stood behind someone hoping to get the bartender's attention so she could order a glass of wine. She raised her hand several times in hope that the bartender would notice, but she did not; the poor girl behind the bar looked frazzled with so many shouting for more drinks.
I certainly wouldn't want that job, the woman thought.
"Oh here, why don't you take my seat?" The man in front of her said as he twisted around and slid off his bar stool. "Good luck ordering a drink, though; they're so busy tonight."
"Oh my, why thank you, that's so kind of you." She said, as he squeezed by her to allow her access to the bar stool.
She shifted as he went past, but not away from him; she made sure her breasts rubbed against his arm as she moved in to take the vacated seat.
"Uh, sorry." He said, having felt the fullness of her breasts for a fleeting moment; but having been raised properly, he felt the obliged to apologize for touching her.
"Forget it; it's just so crowded in here. I'm Jill." She said, extending her hand.
"Oh, uh, Bob." He replied, taking her offered hand.
He felt her hand squeeze his. She held it somewhat longer than one might suppose.
When another bartender joined the poor girl who was being driven to distraction behind the bar, Bob raised his arm and waved to get the new guy's attention. When he looked in Bob's direction, Bob pointed down at Jill and yelled.
"Can she order a drink, please?" Then, Bob asked her what she wanted.
"Chardonnay." She said, and Bob relayed the order by shouting above the loud drone of the crowded bar. "Thank you again, you've come to my rescue twice now."
"No problem." He said, as the sound of her low sexy voice resonated in his head.
"So Bob, do you work around here?" She asked.
Bob had never had a beautiful stranger strike up a conversation with him before. What's going on? Bob thought.
"Well yes, down the street in the Federal Building." Bob told her. "You work around here, too?"
"No. So what is it that you do?" She asked. "Are you some sort of Federal agent?"
"No, no, nothing as glamorous as that. I'm an auditor with GAO."
The bartender delivered Jill's wine and Bob very quickly slapped a twenty on the bar.
"Oh Bob, no, let me get that." Jill said, grabbing her purse as she politely protested Bob's paying for her drink.
"Please, it's my pleasure. Hey, I've never had a beautiful girl talk to me in a bar before." Bob explained, sounding particularly bashful.
"Oh my, well thank you again; for the drink and for the compliment." Jill said as Bob's complexion turned pink. She half expected him to say 'aw shucks' and thought it cute that he was so shy.
Jill crossed her legs by putting her left leg over her right. The slit in her skirt over her left thigh exposed her almost to the point of indecency; the lacey top of her sheer black stocking was completely revealed, as well as, the bare flesh above it.
Bob could not keep his eyes averted, though he knew he should have. Jill sipped her wine as Bob kept staring.
"Do you like my legs?" Jill asked.
Bob looked up when she spoke and saw she was smiling. Her beautiful blue eyes penetrated his soul.
"I, uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ..."
"No, that's alright; I love it when handsome men notice me." She said coyly.
Oh my god, she called me handsome, Bob thought. His mind tried to grapple with a situation he'd never been in before.
"So, tell me, do you think I have nice legs?"
"Oh, uh, they're fantastic." Bob blurted out.
As Bob spoke, Jill reached for his hand, took it, and placed it on the top of her thigh just where her stocking top ended.