As Erin walked into the classy bar, she realized she was out of place. The older gentlemen were in their designer suits, drinking martinis and smoking cigars. She realized that most of them were her father's age.
Her long blonde hair, if left undone, would cascade down her shoulders. Unfortunately she always kept it in a tight ponytail or bun. Her body was toned and curvy, with muscular legs and an outstanding waist. Years of swimming had given her body just enough muscle to look sexy, although her breasts made her look like a porn star. At 5'4" she had very large, firm breasts. Erin had always thought of her breasts as a hindrance but had come to love them.
As Erin walked to the bar, she could feel eyes staring at her. She knew she was underdressed and was worried that someone would say something. Dressed in a white tank top and jean skirt she had just come from work. Her job as a secretary was boring and redundant and she needed a drink and a nice relaxing evening to forget her troubles.
Suddenly David walked up to Erin. She could feel his presence and turned around. In front of her was an older man. At 45 David was sharp, professional, and sexy. Three things that Erin never thought could go together. He introduced himself and asked her to dance. Erin immediately smiled and obeyed. She couldn't take her eyes off him. As they danced, they talked of unimportant things. David's hands explored Erin shoulders, then neck, and then her back.