"Hmm. I think this is the place." Julie groaned as she pulled into the poorly lit parking lot. She was immediately struck with a sense that she may have arrived at the wrong bar. Her intention was to meet two of her girlfriends for a few evening-ending drinks before heading home. She had already been out for 5 hours with co-workers for a celebration of a large sale by her department. Past tipsy, a bit tired, and already dealing with her aching pussy's craving for her husbands cock, she threw caution to the wind and entered the bar.
She had spoken to her friend Karen as she left the party, sure that she had known the bar Karen spoke about when she mentioned where "the girls" were ending the night. But, as Julie walked through the doorway, all eyes were immediately upon her, all male eyes. Karen, Jackie, and Janey were nowhere to be seen.
"Well, I must have beaten them here." She thought. She quickly scanned the room for a booth and found one, just past the pool table, in the back corner of the small, dingy room. Just as she sat down, back to the wall, facing the doorway in anticipating of her friend's arrival, the only other female in the bar approached to take her order. Without thought she ordered a tall beer and, as the barmaid walked away, retrieved her phone to call Karen.
"Damnit!" She exclaimed as the call failed to go through. She tilted the phone toward the dim light emitting from the area of the bar and slammed the cover closed as she realized she had no phone signal. Dropping the phone back into her purse, she pulled out her wallet and had the money ready as the barmaid delivered her drink.
"Are you waiting for someone, Honey?" The barmaid asked. The tone in her voice clearly indicated that she hoped Julie was not alone.
"Oh, Yes. They are just running late I guess." Julie smiled.
"Ok then. Well, if you need anything else, just wave." The barmaid trotted back behind the counter and continued her seemingly endless production of drinks for the thirty or so men sitting at the bar.
Slowly, Julie sipped her drink and frequently glanced at the doorway, anxious to see a familiar face entering. Between frantic looks every time the door opened, Julie alternated between watching the baseball game playing on the television suspended in the corner and taking glances at the assortment of men who all seemed to be well known by the barmaid. Most of the men appeared to be your "average Joe." Construction workers, City workers, and possibly a car salesman seemed to be the norm. Julie caught more than a couple of them checking her out, trying to be inconspicuous. Then, as if remembering, Julie glanced down at her cleavage. She had worn a loose white blouse that was open down to the latch of her bra, revealing the round, soft curves of her heavy breasts.
Julie, although very pretty, was overweight and often seemed to "over-do-it" when trying to dress sexy for an evening out on the town. She suddenly became very self-conscious about her cleavage and gave a tug on the open neck of her shirt to conceal more of herself.
When forty-five minutes had passed, Julie sank into the realization that her friends were not coming. After determining that it was getting too late and she should go home, she grabbed her purse, slid out of the booth, and headed to the women's restroom to relieve herself before the drive home.
As she pushed back the door into the restroom, She was immediately struck by how clean it was. "After all,.." she decided, "..Probably not too many female visitors in a place like this." Wanting to hurry, Julie didn't bother latching the stall door before she raised her skirt, bunching it up around her hips, slid her panties down to her knees and sat down on the toilet seat. As the soft, "Tinkle" of her urine echoed against the walls, she heard the restroom door open and close with mild thud. Julie dabbed at her pussy with a wad of tissue, stood, slid her panties back into place, dropped the hem of her skirt, and flushed the toilet by raising her foot and stepping on the handle. As she pulled on the door-latch to open the inward swinging door, it opened with more force than she expected, which startled her and caused her to jump backward with a slight gasp.
Julie's gasp turned to a yelp as she realized a man was standing on the other side of the stall door. His hand was still against the outside of the door, having pushed it in, holding it against the stall wall. His mouth was parted in a grin, but his eyes struck Julie as evil.
"What are you doing in here?" Julie yelled at the man. "Get out of my way, you freak!" She tried to get past the man, but was stopped by his right arm as it reached down and grabbed her around her waist. He pulled her into him, her face just below his shoulder. Julie could smell the booze on his breath and the odor of cigarette smoke on his shirt. She quickly pushed against him with her hand and forced her left leg around his, trying to force him off balance enough to get through. Her attempt did not work.
"Where you going, Sweetie? You should stick around. The party hasn't started yet." The man half giggled, still holding her in place with his strong arm. His face moved toward her as he glared down her shirt, admiring her now heaving chest.
