After an especially long day at work, a male coworker suggested a group outing to a local watering hole. A small group of five men, myself included, decided to go and attempt to relax over beers and maybe a stogie or two. I was in no hurry to get home, I'm a single man and my children were at their mother's house for the weekend. Little did I know what or, rather, who I would find there!
It was my turn to order drinks from the bar when, seemingly out of nowhere, this sweet feminine voice calls my name. "Luke? Is that you?"
It takes me a moment to figure out who's asking, but then it hits me, it's Anne, my nieces best friend. I had met her at my nieces birthday party a few months prior.
"Anne! Wow, it's been awhile! How are you?!"
Perhaps I was a bit encouraged by the beer I had already downed, perhaps it was Anne's bright, welcoming smile, either way, I wrapped my arms around her and enveloped her ina huge bear hug. She felt amazing in my arms, for even just that brief moment, and she smelt of this incredible combination of mint and oranges.
"I'm doing great, thanks! A few friends and I have been here for an hour or so now. Since I turned twenty-one last month, we come here almost every Friday evening. How are you? It's so great to see you!!"
I explained what had brought me to the bar on that particular evening and offered to buy Anne a drink. In the midst of our beverage selection, one of my work buddies came over to see what was taking me so damned long to order a simple round of beers. As soon as I introduced him to Anne, he gave me a knowing smile and muttered for me to take my time! A little sleazy, yea, but I'll admit it, I wanted to spend as much time with Anne as possible.
I suppose I should admit that I had a bit of a crush on Anne from the moment I saw her. If you could see her, you wouldn't blame me - she's tall, very leggy, slender, bright green eyes and this incredible smile. She must have males of all ages falling for her all over the place! I always felt like such a dirty old man whenever I checked her out, since I, at 50, am more than twice her age!
When I had met Anne, she was on her best behavior, dressed in a long shapeless dress. Well, tonight she was letting her hair down, literally! Her long chesnut hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose curls and she was wearing these black high heeled boots, bringing her eye to eye with me and I'm 6'3", incredibly sexy, very tight blue jeans with a form fitting rich purple tank top that showed off her shoulders and bare arms, and just a hint of cleavage. I'll admit it, I was pleasantly shocked to see just what she was, uh, working with!
"Where are your friends?," I had to ask, not wanting to encourage her to leave me, but also not wanting to be further interrupted.
"Oh, they're out back somewhere. Disgustingly enough, a few of them smoke.," she explained, her nose giving the cutest little crinkle of disgust at the thought of smoking. "Lemme just text someone to let them know where I've wandered off to. Then maybe we could get a table or something....?"
So we found ourselves a little booth, one that was set back from most other tables. We were basically alone in our cozy little corner. We caught up over a few drinks and I was pleased to hear that Anne was still teaching. I felt terrible, though, for the thoughts that I was thinking about this sweet innocent young woman!!
I couldn't help myself, here's this gorgeous young creature with all of her attention focused on me. That alone was an amazing feeling! And, as our conversation flowed, Anne would do those subtle "is she flirting or isn't she" gestures such as touching my arm when she'd laugh at my attempt at a joke.
