I walked into the bar having raced from my day job to be on time for my evening shift. I was recently out of college and working full-time during the day and bartending at night to pay student loans as quickly as possible.
I greeted my coworkers behind the bar, looking over the crowd to see who I might know. A few regulars were chatting away in a group and waved hello. In the middle of bar I saw a woman I had seen recently. She had captured me from the beginning, always dressed impeccably and with a thick mane of black hair. Tonight she was dressed similarly as in the past, with a tan skirt and matching coat. Her off-white blouse had that soft luxuriousness that lightly rested on the curve of her breasts. She wore tan heels, the skirt sat tautly over her hips down to just below the knee. She looked professional, but with an air of sensuality in her curves, thick dark hair and a mischievous look in her eyes. I continued to glance over at her, as she captivated me in every way. She radiated confidence, sensuality, maturity (I guessed that she was approximately 15-20 years older than me, or late thirties/early forties).
I had shared with my coworkers how beautiful I thought she was in the past, and I know that they noticed her presence as well. I continued serving and talking to patrons as she appeared to stay in the center of bar area, standing and speaking with two women. I was at the other end of the bar, when my fellow bartender walked up to me, and pointed at her standing at the other end. "She wants to talk you," he shared, smiling.
I gasped and smiled, "no she doesn't, come on" and looked over at her again. She raised her hand, and beckoned me with her finger curled upwards, summoning me. It was so direct, I was shocked and immediately headed towards her.
She smiled as I came near. "I hear that you bought me this glass of wine, and I wanted to thank you."
I nodded and smiled, realizing what my fellow bartender had done. "It is completely my pleasure, believe me," I said.
Although I was tall and very fit (having played football and track at a small college), and knew that some women were attracted to me, I was quite sure this woman was completely out of my league. But as she stood there waiting, I felt I had to say something more and thought there wasn't any harm in at least trying. "I would love to take you to dinner this week, if you are available?" I asked.
She looked at me squarely and surprised me by replying "I would like that. I am free tomorrow night, if you aren't working?"
I was supposed to work, but nothing would deter me from this opportunity. "How about the Italian restaurant around the corner, say 7:00 PM if that works for you?"
She smiled and patted my hand, her long manicured fingers tapping softly against mine as she leaned slightly forward, whispering "I look forward to it. By the way Steven, my name is Mina."
That next evening I was standing in front of the restaurant, waiting for Mina, nervous but excited at the prospect of being alone with her. I had on a blue button down shirt, a blue sport coat and jeans. With how I had always seen her dressed, I wanted to at least be on somewhat of a level playing field. I saw her walking towards me, her hips moving slowly in her black skirt. She had on another business suit, with the jacket cut short and inwards near her waist. Her white blouse appeared to be silk or nylon, and her thick black hair rested heavily down her back. The curve of her hips and her breasts were readily evident, she radiated soft sensuality.
She came close, smelling of a sweet perfume and surprisingly kissed me softly on the cheek. Mina smiled and said "I am looking forward to this and I am hungry, let's go in."
I placed my hand softly against her back and shared, "Me too, especially the looking forward to this part." As we waited to be seated, I felt my heart racing. I didn't want to screw this up, whatever it is...but I could sense the erotic tension and chemistry between us both.
Dinner was filled with easy conversation and two bottles of wine. I learned about her, how she had moved from Los Angeles and was staying with a friend in town. How she worked in PR and was recently hired by a large technology firm. I could only imagine how she must draw stares and envy by her coworkers, as every time I had seen her in the bar she looked exquisite in her suits, blouses and heels.
The age difference never came up, as as the evening went on it was apparent that we both were just enjoying the chemistry and sexual tension that crackled between us. The wine helped in my boldness, in sharing how I had noticed her since the first time she had come into the bar and that I shared my attraction to my coworkers. She seemed pleased by my honesty, and shared that she enjoyed my admitting my attraction and desire. "I like a man who can be direct, and of course I like attention when it comes from someone I find attractive," she said, looking up at me with a slightly wicked smile.
We left the restaurant heady from the wine, conversation and flirting. I had recently moved from an apartment in town, only several blocks from the restaurant to a place almost an hour away. However, as it was not yet the end of the month, I still had the key, although all the furniture had been moved out.
"I don't know what your plans are, but I still have the key to my old place and the view is so nice...do want to see?" I looked at her, hoping for the reply I wanted, as I didn't want this to end.
