I was in Miami overseeing the steel work on a new building. We were pretty much ahead of schedule, which was great, since I got early and on time bonuses, so the thunder storms that day were not welcomed. I called the foreman and shut down the job 'til Monday, did some paperwork, sent some emails, and had nothing else to do for the day. The worst part was that my hotel was only a couple of miles from the famous "South Beach" but I was certain that there was nothing to see out there on a day like this.
It was too early for lunch, about 10:30, and I wasn't really hungry anyway. I went down to the front desk and asked the clerk for suggestions. He recommended a few bars, one of which was about three doors down. He said they wouldn't be busy but had a good pool table if that was of interest. I like pool and don't get very many chances to play so I went for it. The rain had subsided a bit but I could still feel the wind and hear the thunder rolling as I walked the half block.
As I approached the door I saw a woman coming toward me. She was carrying an umbrella and struggling with the wind and I couldn't see her face. What I could see, though, was a magnificent body. She wore one of those clingy knit cotton dresses that women use as cover-ups at the beach or pool. They cover everything but hide nothing. From ten feet away I could see the outline of areola and nipples. The wind was blowing toward her and I could even detect the presence of a very pronounced bush and labia despite the long slit up the right side.
In addition to fighting the umbrella she was carrying two bags that both appeared to be pretty heavy. We met at the door as she was trying to open it while still holding the bags.
"May I help?" I asked. "Please just handle this damned umbrella" was her reply. I took it from her and held it over her head as I pulled the door open. She had silky raven black hair that fell below her shoulders and the whitest skin I had ever seen, especially in this "land of tan". I guessed 35 years old. She thanked me and asked if I would put the umbrella in the stand, which I did. As I watched her walk away I saw the outline of her perfect ass through the dress. I followed her to the bar. She went behind it and gave one bag to the bartender.
"Pedro, here's some fruit. The regular delivery should be here at one. And this gentleman, who was kind enough to help me, is drinking on me. Oh, and I think your job was just saved."
Pedro looked at me and shrugged, took my order, and fixed me a Bloody-Mary. The raven haired beauty had disappeared in the back so I tipped Pedro, asked for some quarters, and racked up.
The place was empty but classy. Real wood
wainscoting, impeccably clean, with what looked to be comfortable seating and standing. I broke softly and began playing a game of rotation. It's a good way to practice.
On the second rack I heard her behind me as I banked the one ball, followed by the two.
"Nice", she said. I asked her if she played and she replied with an old joke. "Oh I play all right and sometimes even shoot pool!" I asked if she cared to join me in a game and she just smiled and said "I'm enjoying this. I like watching a man with a long smooth stroke and good ball control; especially if he has a cute ass."