It’s 6:30 Sunday morning. I can’t sleep and a man is sleeping in my bed. I have no idea what his name is. I am such a slut.
I went out last night with my friend Katy. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant. When we were finished, it was early and neither one of us wanted to go home. She suggested that we go out and have a drink. That sounded fine to me and we wound up at a little beach bar in St. Petersburg. It’s a nice place; I’ve been there several times in the past. It’s very casual, has a nice crowd, and always has live music.
A good-looking man approached Katy and asked her to dance. I was surprised she accepted since she is happily married to a great guy. She left me alone at the bar and in a matter of minutes, it was my turn to be invited for a dance. Of course, I accepted. This man was around my age, damn good-looking, and quite polite. We stayed out for several numbers.
I returned to where we had been sitting. Katy was there. She finished her drink and let me know that she needed to go home. I think she might have been feeling guilty about dancing with another man. I understood and told her that it was okay to leave, but I wasn’t ready to go home. Since she drove, she was worried that I had no ride home. I told her not to worry, I take taxis and Uber all the time, and that I would be fine. We said our goodbyes and she left.
This certainly wasn’t the first time I was alone in a bar. This was different, though. In the past, it was always in an airport or a hotel when I was traveling for work. It was only a matter of minutes before the same gentleman took Katy’s seat next to me. We were enjoying the music as we chatted about nothing important.
I was wearing a dark grey knit dress that showed off my figure. The weather finally started to cool off in Florida so I was also wearing black thigh-high stockings. I hate pantyhose; they make me feel old. As we were talking, he gently placed his hand on my knee. My panties immediately dampened. I knew I wanted this guy.