Tina gave herself one last look in the rearview mirror before she got out of the car. Perfect, she thought. Just the right mixture of innocent virgin and pouty sex goddess. She touched up the deep red gloss on her full lips and gave herself a smile.
She climbed out of the car and tucked her ID and some money into her bra. She knew it was clichéd, but there wasn't room for pockets on this outfit. Her soft, round curves generously filled out the low-cut sweater and the short black skirt. The thin heels she wore emphasized her height and long legs. She licked her lips. She was ready to take some prisoners.
She had visited this bar before. It was a little drive from where she lived, which helped to ensure that none of the patrons knew her or her parents. Not that she was technically doing anything wrong. After all, she was twenty-five, well beyond the age of consent.
But she knew her conservative parents would not be thrilled to find out that their treasured daughter had a preference for older men--a preference that she often acted upon by "allowing" them to pick her up in bars. She was mostly in it to have some fun. She found older men incredibly attractive.
She picked her locations carefully, aiming for places that appealed to middle-aged, middle-class, professional men. They were usually the ones who fell, drooling, at her feet. Still, she maintained some basic rules for herself. She never went home with or had sex with any of them. She never gave out her phone number or address. And she never misrepresented the fact that she was not interested in a serious relationship.
Mostly she just flirted and teased, and then made out with them in the parking lot. She might give them a hand-job or let them play with her breasts. But that was about as far as she went. And, to be honest, most of the men seemed satisfied with that. After all, she gave excellent hand-jobs. Afterwards, she would go home and take care of her own physical needs. What she craved most from men was the attention.
Tonight she was feeling particularly feisty. It had been a long week and she was really looking forward to having a drink and a little fun. She smoothed her skirt down over her hips and tugged her sweater a little lower just before she walked in the bar. She sashayed over to the bar, sending innocent smiles to the men whose eyes followed the sway of her hips or the bounce of her breasts.
She scooted up onto a barstool and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal more of her smooth, long legs. She tossed her thick, dark hair over her shoulder and gave the bartender a dazzling smile. "Hi, Charlie," she said seductively.
Charlie grinned at her. "Well, if it ain't Little Miss Trouble." Tina's laugh was low and sensuous, causing a couple of men to look her way. Charlie shook his head at her. "Girl," he said with a wink, "I swear you're gonna' come in here and catch it one day." He handed her a short glass of 7-Up. She winked back at him and patted his hand affectionately.
"I know you'll look out for me, Charlie," she said as she lifted the glass to sip. She took a moment to look around the bar. "Busy tonight," she murmured as she noticed several interesting prospects scattered around the room. A particularly attractive man near the pool tables sent her a seductive smile. She gave him a deliberately shy smile in return.
She continued perusing the room, noticing that, as usual, the ratio of men to women was high. This bar was a place for a man's man--sports blaring on the TVs, pool tables, darts, and cigar smoke. Most women wouldn't come in for a casual drink, and the ones who did tended to be middle-aged like their male counterparts.
She turned back to Charlie. "Thanks for the drink, sweetie," she said. He blushed. She laughed and slid down off the stool. A game of pool sounded like a fine idea to her. She wanted to get a closer look at the guy who had smiled at her.
She wandered over to the pool tables, purposely lining herself up in the man's line of vision. She leaned against the wall in the corner and watched him make a shot. A ball clunked into the corner pocket. He straightened and looked right at her. She met his gaze for a moment and then timidly looked away. She could feel his eyes on her, checking her out.
He moved around to her side of the table to line up his next shot. She took the opportunity to check him out from behind. He shot, sank another ball, and then turned back to smile at her again. She shyly smiled back and then ran her tongue slowly over her lips. She watched the desire kindle in his eyes.
He tried to turn his attention back to the game, but she strategically dropped her napkin and then leaned over to pick it up off the floor, giving him an excellent view down her sweater. Not surprisingly, he missed his next shot. She looked at him innocently and then watched as he crossed over to stand next to her by the wall.
He put a hand on the wall and leaned towards her, caging her into the corner. Her heartbeat quickened delightedly. He was several inches taller than her and looked very strong. Clearly he was not afraid to act on his impulses. He seemed to be just the kind of man she preferred.
"Hello there," he said in a deep voice. He smiled teasingly at her. "Enjoying your evening?" he asked. She made herself blush and then nodded, looking up at him from under lowered lashes.
"You know," he went on with a grin, "my evening got much better once I saw you." Tina laughed lightly and smiled at him. "Really?" she said in a soft, seductive voice. "That's so sweet of you to say."
The man moved a little closer to her. She could smell his cologne. "You wanna' learn how to play?" he asked suggestively. "I bet I could teach a young lady like you a thing or two." He ran his hand lightly down her arm.
Two glasses of wine later, Tina was feeling pretty good. She was enjoying flirting with Mark and he was enjoying teaching her how to play pool. He clearly liked pressing himself up against her back and putting his arms around her to help her aim the cue stick. His hand wandered frequently to her ass, caressing lightly.
Tina missed another shot--on purpose, of course--and then turned around to face Mark. She pressed her body against his. "I missed again," she said, looking up at him with wide doe eyes and her lips in a sexy pout. She could see the longing building in his eyes. Not to mention that she could feel it growing in his pants.
He circled her waist with his hands and lifted her up onto the edge of the table. She laughed and pressed a hand against his chest. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I can't play from up here." Mark leaned down to her. "I can," he responded. His lips pressed down on hers and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer into his body.
