So here I was, just another normal night at the Tumble on Inn. It was a quaint little bar in a quiet part of the city, one with hotel rooms that couples could rent should they chose to stay the night with one another. However, I was never one of them, just a regular from the neighborhood that came in for a few after a long day at the office.
As usual, I took my seat in one of the dusty, red stools at the end of the bar. It had been a long day and it had taken a toll on my stress level. I let down my long chestnut hair and gave a sigh of relief that the day was over as Jose, the usual bartender, walked over to pour my usual whiskey old fashioned.
"Long day, huh?" He asked with his light ethnic accent.
"Could have always been worse" I replied with a slight smile.
It was nice coming here, as I had been almost four nights a week for the past year or so. Jose and I have come to know each other pretty well. He was 42, divorced and always ready to lend his ear out when I needed it. He had always commented on why a woman of 26 could live solely on work and no play. I always just laughed him off with my sexy slanted grin and pretended to think lightly of his enticing gestures. Up until tonight, I had never thought things would have gone that far.
I looked around the smoky bar as I sipped the end of my first drink. Jose was right there, as usual, to pour me another strong one. Now, I had never been with an older man before. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind and all, I just never thought of actually going through with it. I watched Jose closely as he fixed my next drink.
"Terri, how is that a beautiful young women as yourself can come in here four nights out of the week and still have time to get laid?" Jose sneered as he made his sly remark.
" I am not sure how much of my sex life is any of your business there mister", I replied coolly.
I noticed as he placed the drink on the brightly colored napkin in front of me how steady his hand was on the glass. His thick fingertips slid to the rim and hesitated before finally letting go. I had never noticed how smooth and sexy his slow, thought out movements were.
The night went on, the drinks got stronger, and the idea of being with an older man became overwhelmingly enticing. Here I was 26 , beautiful, and haven't had my pussy played with by someone other than myself in over a year. I said to hell with it, why not change that, right here, right now.
"Hey Jose, I have twenty minutes before bar close, you think I can fit in a few more songs on the old jukebox?" I said as I laid my hands on the top of the music machine and stuck my ass out just far enough so he could glimpse at my red silk panties beneath my short black skirt.
"W-Well of course you can Terri, there is always time for you, you know that!" he stammered.
"And is it true what you say", half in a drunken haze I peeked around the bar to make sure that we were alone.
"Is it true that there is always time for me?" I crept over from the jukebox to the edge of the bar where he was standing; slowly unbuttoning my low-cut blouse I had worn to work that day.
"Terri, what are you doing?" Jose asked with a slight smile teasing the corners of his sensual lips.
"What you have always wanted me to do Jose. Isn't this what you have been waiting for? I asked as I slipped the smooth fabric of my shirt over my sexy sleek shoulders, exposing my flat tummy and flaming red bra.