Charlene glanced up at the mirror behind the bar and through the rows of bottles of booze she saw a young man standing at the pool table behind her and he seemed to be looking at her ass.
Charlene reached back to realize the waistband of the thong she was wearing was visible between the top of her jeans and the light short sleeve sweater that had rode up a few inches. She tugged at the sweater and as his eyes wandered back to the mirror she gave him a teasing smile and wink.
That wasn't something that happened to Char very often and it made her feel good since most of the men in crappy old Redneck bar were in there on a Friday afternoon to just have a few beers, play some pool or darts, and get half fucked up before going home to their wives. Most of them were just hard working blue collar types ready to unwind a bit.
Good Times Bar and Grill wasn't on Char's list of favorite places to go for a drink or two but it just happened to be on the route she traveled every day to and from work. Most generally she would go out of her way to visit a little classier place known as Friendly's.
But today was casual Friday at work and since it was a hot summer day she took the direct route home because the swimming pool was calling her name and decided to stop for a quick beer on the way.
Char focused on the mirror again as the young man turned around to take his turn shooting on the pool table. He missed the shot and grabbed the long neck beer bottle that was balanced precariously on the table's edge and chugged down the remaining last swallow.
He then turned and walked to the bar standing at Char's side and waved the empty bottle to get the bar maid's attention. "Another beer here," he shouted. "And give the lady here another one too."
It sounded rather crude of him to be shouting like that but that seemed to be the nature of the place and the fact that the jukebox was turned up to the max didn't help.
"Oh, no thanks. I just stopped for one on my way home," Char told him politely.
"One more ain't gonna hurt ya' any," He laughed. "By the way, I'm James but you can call me Jimmy."
"Well hello James or Jimmy. I'm Charlene and pleased to meet you."
"You to Ma'am. Excuse me, I mean Charlene."
"I really shouldn't have another beer but since you offered, I will accept," Char said as she focused on the young man's scruffy beard and deep blue eyes. He certainly was a handsome looking man, but she kind of guessed he was just barely old enough to be in a bar drinking.
"Never seen you here before Ma'am, but then again I ain't much of a regular either," he said after taking a long gulp of his fresh beer.
Char shouted out above the sound of half the bar singing out to the jukebox, "Actually this is only the second or third time I ever stopped here but it was on my way and being such a hot day, a cold beer sounded good."
"Well the foreman let us go early because of the heat so I stopped here to have a few. Probably get drunk and wish later I hadn't," James laughed.
"Well that doesn't sound like a good plan, James. I hope you aren't driving."
"I am Ma'am, but my old truck can find its way home from here," he laughed.
"You can call me Char, James. Ma'am is not something I ever got used to."
"Sorry Char. I'm terrible at remembering names and Ma'am always seemed to be an easy way out," he said as his eyes wandered down to the deep V-neck of her sweater. Char did have nice cleavage and liked to display it.
Maybe you will remember mine," Char responded as she reached her hand upward to pull the V on the sweater open to the left a couple inches to expose a tiny red tattoo outlined in green that said "Char".
"Oh my god Ma'am, I mean Char! I certainly won't," again laughing loudly while making a suggestive motion cupping the bulge in his rather tight jeans.
Char blushed and pulled the sweater back to cover the name tag etched on her boob. "So how old are you James or Jimmy?"
"I'll be twenty one in a couple months and this place never cards people. So how about you Char? I'd guess maybe thirty five or so."
"Well thank you Jimmy! I'm flattered but actually I'm forty four."
"No shit? I'll stick with thirty five," he exclaimed loudly and laughed again.
"Well, I have a son two years older than you."
"No kidding? Any daughters as hot as you," Jimmy questioned as he slugged down the remainder of his beer.
"No daughters and thank you for the compliment, although I don't think of myself as hot," Char said with a wink. "That's coming on kind of strong Jimmy but I will accept it as a compliment," Char continued while placing her hand on top of his muscular upper leg.
Char realized what she had just done and pulled her hand back thinking, "What the fuck are you doing Char?"
"I'm sorry Char but I call 'em like I see 'em and you are a hottie!"
"Thank Jimmy," she said while studying his face again. Somehow she knew this guy but from where? She wanted to ask questions but decided to not push that conversation much more.
"Well, hey Jimmy. I really need to head out and I thank you for the beer and short conversation. It was a pleasure meeting you," Char said after drinking down most of the rapidly warming beer.
"Yeah, it was great meeting you again too, Char."
