I stopped at a red light and rolled my rigid shoulders one by one until the steely compacted muscles began to twist and release with a creak. Man, I needed a drink. I checked myself out in the rear view mirror. Okay so if I ditched the glasses, took down my hair and put some lipstick on, I might look acceptable... attractive even.
A pang of doubt flashed through my mind, "I should really go home and get some paperwork finished... Oh, to hell with it"
I hung a right and made my way toward my favourtie haunt, The Barfly.
It was a smoky little bar just outside of town which made it unlikely I'd see anyone I knew there, which suited me down to the ground. The last thing I wanted to do after work is get caught up in mindless small talk and false pleasantries with someone I didn't even like, which was bound to happen if I ventured into one of the trendy places in town. The music was good, the staff were friendly and I could drink as much as I wanted without judgment or shame. Perfect.
The place was just getting into full swing by the time I got there. The jukebox was blaring out a disco classic and the polished wood dance floor half packed and filling up quick. I made my way to the bar and took a seat on one of the red appaulstered barstools, ordering myself a dirty martini and turning to face the dance floor to check out the talent, after all a one night stand might be just what the doctor ordered. Nothing but college girls in their mother's shoes clomping around one another and watching themselves in the surrounding floor length mirrors. Those were the days, I thought to myself as I sipped my drink and began to loosen up.
It was at that moment that I saw her. A goddess by all accounts in a strapless electric blue mini dress that emphasized the luscious curves of her womanly figure and the epic length of her tanned legs. She walked gracefully across the room with a spritzer in her hand, her shoulder length blond locks bouncing as she went. She was probably about 20, her small delicate features completely free from blemish or wrinkle and her big blue eyes sparkling and bright as she looked straight at me. My stomach flipped and I took another sip of my drink. I was a sucked for a beautiful blond.
I didn't want to seem like a pervert but I couldn't take my eyes off her for the rest of the evening. She was the epitome of grace and poise. Taller than her friends she stuck out like a sore thumb on the dance floor but the way she moved was exquisite. She strutted around like a model, winding her hips and shaking her beautiful ass to the beat without even spilling her drink.
I'm not sure if I imagined it or if it was the martinis talking but I could have sworn she kept looking my way and smiling. She dipped low to the ground and winded her way back up again, rolling her body like a pole dancer and flicking her hair back over her shoulders. I nearly melted, mouth open staring like an idiot, I was captivated and my nipples had suddenly began tingling.
I imagined her out of that dress, her golden skin and perky round breasts, her pink little pussy. My heart began to thump.
She dipped down again but this time spread her legs when she reached the floor. It was only a quick flash but I got an excellent view of her black lace panties before she sent a wink my way and stood again. I looked over my shoulder in both directions, thinking she must have been winking at some guy standing nearby. But there was no one.
I had another martini, followed by another... and then another. Watching my little tease out on the dance floor as she ran her hands over her body and her fingers through her hair. A pool of desire flooded between my thighs and I considered a quick trip to the ladies to take care of myself before I ended up a big pile of jelly in the middle of the floor.
I picked up my purse and sifted through it for some more money when I felt a warm hand on my thigh and the sweet smell of perfume filled the air.