Sitting at a bar

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I walk into the bar/billiards hall wearing a short black velvet skirt with matching black high heels and a white tanktop wearing no bra. The air inside has a bit of a chill, causing my nipples to harden and grow stiff, making them poke through my tanktop more than they should.

I Look over the place, checking it out just as the guys inside do the same to me. I could feel their stares as I walk over to the bartender and order a drink. I smile, knowing that I'm the center of attention.
 
I notice you walk in just as interested as any guy. i love those long legs and wonder what it would be like to have you sit on my face.i see the chill has effected your nipples they look just about right to fin in my mouth.
i have a drink sent to you. when bob points out who had sent the first drink you blush but smile. is this an invetation to join or just politeness?
 
I look you over. I give you a grin and turn back around. I then tel the bartender to give you a message I wrote on a napkin. When the bartender comes over to you he hands you my note. It reads:

Thanks for the drink. Thats very sweet of you.

When you look up I smile at you again.
 
I read the note and seeing no sign of rejection.
I come and sit beside you.
A few of the men stare at us but when we return them with large smiles they see the oppertunity to get lucky with both of us.
We talk and find we have a lot in common. we both are into the bi scene but still need a man for what they can give us.
Bob brings us refills fo our drinks and points to two young students, we smile and i say maybe we get some cherrys tonight.
 
You know what? That is exactly what I was hoping for tonight.

I look at that two guys and smile at them, catching them staring at us.

I think those two guys wil do just fine. What do you think?
 
I walk into the bar and order a beer i look round and notice this hot woman and man i go and sit in a booth and watch them both i start feeling my cock start to get hard.
 
cherry caught in a smile

finishing the last of my drink, i notice a gorgeous looking woman playing eyetag with another patron in the bar and i smile....looking her up and down from her skirt to her peaks that are poking through her tank tap. rubbing my lips i take it all in and order another drink.

i chew on the cherry slowly as she pans her eyes across the bar to where i'm sitting. catching her eyes..i pop the stem out between my teeth and lick the juice from my lips and smile.
 
"Damn" I say as I slam the door to the cab. I'm late again. I quickly stride into the bar and spot Jeggs sitting in a booth intently watching a couple sitting at the bar. I walk over and slide into the booth next to Jeggs.

The waitress walks up and I order a sapphire on the rocks with two olives. As she leaves I turn to Jeggs and say "Sorry I'm late."
 
"What's up with those two?" I say.

The waitress delivers my drink and I take a sip, then eat one of the olives.

I look over at you as I wait for your reply.
 
I've been playing pool, watching the interaction, watching to see who ends up with who. I'm a 42 year old male, average in every sense of the word, average height, average weight, average looks, hell even an average length cock, but I'm a student of people watching and tonite looks like an interesting night.

I saw the young lady walk in and watched every head turn and follow her to the bar. With interest, I saw the bartender deliver her a drink and watched as she noded and returned a note to the other attractive lady, who soon joined her. At that point, I almost gave up watching them, caused paired up like that, they were looking for a couple of guys, not an old fart like me, assuming I had a chance to start with with either one.

I went back to playing pool and made a couple of bucks from some of the young bucks whose minds were on pussy and not pool. As I racked the balls for a new game, I was surprised to see those young ladies still sitting there. Looking around, it was easy to see they were the talk of the pub, but they were still alone. "What the hell" I thought, "the worst that can happen is they tell me to get lost."

Finishing my whiskey sour, I headed for the bar, angling to come to the bar next to them. After ordering my drink, I turned to them and asked "Do you ladies play pool? I have the table now and would love to play against either or both of you. We can play for drinks, money, or (wicked evil grin) we can get creative."

Turning before you can answer, I head back for the table, my drink in hand and start to chalk my cue, hoping, hoping.
 
Sitting at my favorite spot at the bar-at the end, facing the door with the rest of the bar to my left. Enjoying the crowd and sipping a Grey Goose gimlet, talking with Bob as he mixes drinks. Adjusting my soft-pink button-down short sleeve shirt and smoothing out the creases in my white skirt as I sit up straight. Uncrossing my smooth, tanned, shaven legs and crossing them again, over the other leg. Letting the heel of my white leather pumps rest on the stool's rail. Flexing and relaxing my foot, showing my calf muscle tighten and release. My hazel eyes keep looking at the door, hoping for him to arrive soon. Pangs of excitement flutter in my stomach. Playing with a strand of my thick strawberry blonde hair, smiling at the thought of him kissing me.
 
seeing that jeggs has passed out, i scoot in to the booth with raven.

"hi raven. :) what are you up to this evening? you are looking smashing as always. care to dance? they're spinning some new dance/house music out there."

i cover your hand with mine from across the table and give you a ;-)
 
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