When I was young back in the 80's, I was encouraged to play an instrument. The instrument I chose was a saxophone. I got to be pretty good and in high school my parents sent me for private lessons. My instructor was good and believed that you practiced to perform and performing was as important as practice, if not more so. He worked at a lounge on Friday and Saturday nights and asked my parents if it was OK if I came by from time to time to perform at the lounge. The only stipulation was that I had to wait until I was 16 in order to get into the lounge. My parents agreed and would take me to the lounge, eventually just dropping me off and picking me up later. I really enjoyed it and got to know all the regulars. As an added bonus I got all the free soda I could drink, and as anyone who has teenagers knows, that's gold to a 16 year old!
My teacher, Dan, was a one man band. He played keyboards and had a drum machine for the music and of course he sang as well. He was actually really good. I was very nervous when I first started, performing solo in from of all these people, well, there were maybe 10 or 15 people, but it was still nerve racking. Over time I got more comfortable and much better at performing. I would stop in and play every 2 or 3 weeks and people seemed really happy to see me when I came in. I would play a set of 5 or 6 songs, take a soda break, play another 5 or 6 songs, pretty much played when Dan told me to or someone specifically requested me to. I really had a blast.
I got to know the regulars, mostly older people with nothing else to do on a Saturday night but toss back a few. There were married couples and a few older women but it was mostly older men. They were always super nice to me and encouraged me to play. One woman in particular became my favorite. Her name was Linda. I always sat next to her at the bar and she talked to me like I was an adult. She was always interested in what I was doing at school and what was happening in my life. She would tell me all about her as well. She had 2 children who were fully grown and moved out of the house and her husband had died from a massive heart attack a few years earlier. She had retired from a job with the county a year earlier and enjoyed hanging at the lounge with her friends. I was young so I didn't look at her a girl, she was an adult, a much older adult, and I always treated her like one, or tried to at least.
Linda was about 5'5", brown shoulder length hair, pretty brown eyes, and great legs. She always wore high heels and a skirt. Linda had big tits, they were amazing! If I had to guess I'd say they were a 38D, but that's just a guess. She wasn't fat, maybe a bit round, you could say plump with a nice round ass to compliment her top half. I never found out her age but based on what I could gather she was between 46 and 48ish. She always wore tops that showed off her tits and she caught me looking more than I'd care to admit. What can I say? I was a horny teen aged kid! I always felt like she was flirting with me. She'd touch my leg or hold my arm while she told me a story. She always had a new charm on her necklace that she'd show me basically forcing me to look at her tits. She always had a funny story or a dirty joke to tell me. I just shrugged it off thinking it was just my constant state of teenager arousal.
I kept playing at the lounge for quite a while and the people there became like a second family to me. They even had a party for me for my 18th birthday. The owner of the lounge even let me have some champagne to celebrate. By this time I was driving myself there in my own car and had dated a few girls, all things Dan pointed out as he talked over the mike to the crowd. I had come a long way, learning how to read the crowd, improvise songs I didn't know, and even introduce songs without running on about them.
Once I turned 18, Linda began to treat me a little different. She still did all the other things she had done before but now she would add things to my drink. I'd see her do it as I played and she'd just give me a wink and a smile. I knew what she was doing, adding a little liquor to my soda. I was good with it as long as it wasn't too much since I had to drive home. When I wasn't playing and was sitting a the bar, she wouldn't just touch my thigh like she did before, she'd run it up toward my crotch getting higher and higher each time. I would just giggle and try to hide my boner. She always gave me a boner and I think she knew it!