(Written from Josh's perspective)
It was chilli New England Fall night, just getting to my local bar after a long day of work. It's nice to be able to get back to the bars since "the sickness".
Went inside, ordered as usual a Boston Lager. "Mmmm.... tastes fresh." I said. "New keg" responds the bartender.
I sit at the bar, in the corner so I can watch. I enjoy wanting people. I see plenty of couples come in, single men, but not many women. Thinking to myself "this is going to be a short night."
I order another drink, continue watching the flow of people in and out. I notice a couple about 10ft from getting very frisky. Then I see her purple lacey bikini panties drop around her ankles, and the skirt she's wearing start to lift, me trying to sneak a peak. Then I see it, the enjoyment in her eyes as he must of slid his tool of power deep inside, just out of view. I sit there readjusting a bit here and there to keep my hard cock out of view. Watching and listening to the baited breath.
Then it happened, the worse a gentleman could do, he finished. Done. Released. Unloaded. With a twitch, a grunt and a plop he was done. But the part that really got my attention was her sigh of anguish and sadness. I look up and down and she is just standing there pulling up those beautiful panties... what I wouldn't do for those... and she just pushes him away, and walks in my direction. I sit up more, acting casual trying not to be desperate sounding, as I can tell she is done with that guy.
"Hey" I said.
"Hi" she said.
"Can I buy you a drink? Looks like you could use one. Hands being empty and all."
"Is that a pick-up line?"
"Well not really, unless it worked?"
"I wouldn't say it worked, but we can see where it takes us."
"OK, well I'm Josh"
"I'm Sam"
"Nice to meet you, so a drink or do you want something lighter like water. You do look a little flustered or came from a work out"
"Well Josh, no I won't take a 'water' if your truly buying this girl needs a Whiskey, preferably Irish."
So I order her Whiskey, me another beer and we find a small booth to hangout in.
We start taking, and drinking, and she tells me that she just broke up with her boyfriend, tonight, in the same bar.
"Wow!" I said. "What happened?"
"This is awkward, but we got all hot and heavy and.... why am I telling you this?" She said. "I barely know you"
"Aww, come on, it was about to get good wasn't it? And we have been sitting here for about an hour and I promised I pay for them" motioning to the 4 empty Whiskey glasses and the one still in her hand.
"Fine, fine. I'll tell you. I was fucking him. Right there." As she points over to the 'spot' near where we first met. Then her face changes to shock. "You heard it, you watched it"
"Huh... uh... wha..." I stammered, caught.
"Just admit it you perv" she accused, and devilishly smiled.
