John was a construction foreman. After work on Friday he decided to try a new lounge, so stopped by the Owl and Cat. He entered in his work clothes, jeans, boots and a blue twill shirt, and looked around the lounge. He saw several people already there; the men in suits or Polo shirts and Dockers pants, the women were in pleated skirts or pants suits. He felt good and walked over to the bar and sat down. John knew these people, for he used to be one. Working in an office pushing numbers and high-pressure meetings all day, then off the local for a beer and more talk of work. He smiled to himself and ordered a beer.
He was looking around as he sipped his beer and ordered a snack to eat. The bartender looked at him for a second and left to place his order. He placed the beer to his lips as the door opened. Five people walked into the lounge and looked around, not even noticing him, they moved to a table and all sat down. They were laughing and called over the waitress. He watched as they all looked to the woman at the back of the table and directly in line with him. “The boss lady,” he thought to himself. She ordered first and then the others ordered in turn, in what appeared to him to be the pecking order in the office. The waitress smiled and left to get their orders.
The waitress station was right next to where John was sitting and the waitress eyed him as she set her tray on the bar and called out the orders. He looked at her, turning his side to the table and smiled at her. She looked at him and smiled back. “Regulars?” John asked. “Every Friday afternoon,” she replied and looked at the bartender as he put her order on her tray. John just took a sip of his beer and looked back at the table. “What’s her name?” he asked as he turned towards the waitress. She smiled slightly and thought to herself, “another one likes the looks of the ice queen,” and replied “Susan.”
The boss lady was looking right at him. He lifted his beer slightly, as he looked back and smiled. The boss lady looked back at him with a strange look in her eye but did not waiver. John put the bottle to his lips and took a sip, without moving his eyes from hers. He saw her stiffen, a little, then turned her eyes to the man sitting next to her and then her head. He continued to watch the boss lady and a few seconds passed before he saw her eyes look over in his direction again. He had not moved and she looked, moved her eyes away, then immediately looked back at him again. He still had moved and as she looked at him, more directly this time, he placed the bottle to his mouth and took another sip. When she was looking directly into his eyes, he smiled at her and only then did he turn his head to face the bar.
The waitress came up to her station and John looked over at her. “Have you worked her long,” he looked at her name tag and continued, “Kathy?” She looked back at him and said “Almost two years. You know my name what is yours?” “John,” he said. “Are the tips good or are all just full of themselves?” Kathy smiled and said, “most of the time I do ok, when they make a big sale or land a project.” He laughed lightly and said, “Things never change.” Kathy was not sure why, but she immediately liked him. He ordered another beer as the bartender finished filling Susan’s order. He was purposely not looking back at the table in the corner.
His beer came and he took a sip, as he set the bottle on the bar, he looked at the corner table. The boss lady was looking right at him, when his eyes met hers; she turned away, but glanced back a second later to see if he was still looking. He smiled to himself and turned back to the bar, completely ignoring her glance. He picked up his beer and walked to the end of the bar and sat back down. This position gave him an unobstructed view of the boss lady and the TV at the other end of the bar. He looked at the TV for a few minutes then directly at Susan. She was talking to the man on her right, as if she was holding court and as she moved her eyes to the man on her left, her eyes saw him looking and she stopped talking for a moment. The man to her left spoke to her a couple of times before she noticed him and pulled her eyes away from John’s.
John watched Susan, as she looked at him then away, then back at him again. He sipped his beer as he watched her rise from the booth and walk towards the back of the bar and towards the bathrooms. John moved off his chair and walked slowly in that direction and saw her enter the restroom. He stopped in front of the restroom and pushed the door open, moving inside.
The inside was bright and occupied by the boss lady and him. He quietly moved to the last stall and waited for her to finish. The door opened and she looked directly into his chest. She immediately sucked in her breath and tried to look stern, and said, “What do you want?” John just stared into her eyes. She was not used to being ignored when she asked a question and asked again, “ Would you move. I want to leave.”
John continued to look at her as he moved towards her and made her move back into the stall. The rear of her stocking covered calves hit the stool and she sat down. John continued forward until he was right in front of her. He looked down into her eyes, but now hers were staring at the budge in the front of John’s pants. She watched as John moved his hands to his zipper and lowered it. She about to say something as John pulled his cock from his pants and started to stroke it back and forth, right in front of her face. She watched it grow and felt herself become moist and her breasts felt restrained in her bra.
