A Chance Encounter?
Vitorio Β©
Hi!
This is somewhat different in style from most of my stories -- same underlying philosophy though.
It ends rather abruptly primarily so that you can take the characters where you will.
I have my own ending that I will post shortly.
There is straight, oral, and, of course, anal sex. It was written just after I had read a Heinlein book where he used short staccato sentences. I tried it out! This was written and first published on Literotica in the early 2000's.
Warning! There is anal (as usual).
Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that's wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful -- is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost 'porn star' quality. That was it really -- she had something of the appearance of an actress from those early films I'd seen in my youth.
She was bloody attractive - difficult to take my eyes off her. She was certainly drawing attention. Two young lads made a move to her - saw them off in pretty smart style. Don't know what she said to them but they drifted away, tails between legs.
I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I'd come out for a drink to get out of my flat, first time for a while, trying to shake off the depression caused by the last letter from my solicitor. My ex - off to the States with her new man AND the kids. COW!!
I didn't think I was that bad. It wasn't me over the side was it -- bloody toe-rag, seducing her like that. I had no chance. He had it all, money, good looks, youth, the bloody lot. Nineteen years down the bloody pan!
I just wanted to sit by the bar surrounded by people -- try to get back to life I suppose. Hadn't thought about women for a good while, well I had but the thoughts hadn't been about sex! Felt pretty let down really. Christ, she was bloody attractive.
Then she noticed me looking. Eyes met and I looked away, embarrassed. Hadn't done this for a long time -- chat a woman up in a pub. Different 'rules' now. Couldn't not look though -- shit she was lovely!
Looked at her again and she was looking at me -- hell. Shit, bugger -- smile you idiot! So I smiled and, miracle of miracles, she smiled back. Took a deep breath, got up, and walked over.
"Can I join you?" A nod, a smile. FUCK!
"A drink, errr, can I get you a drink?" Hell, how long ago had I last done this!
Big smile. WOW "Mmm, yes please. Gin and tonic, double, with ice and lemon. Thanks." Nice accent -- posh. Well not quite, posher than me. A double -- unusual but there you are!
Off to the bar. Got the drinks, wine for me -- never been a beer drinker and spirits: well not now! As I turned the two young guys moved in.
"Pushy sod aren't you?" said one.
"Yeah, pushy!"
I wasn't in the mood! Pugnacious look, full height (6' 2"), "Piss off before you get into trouble!" and stared them down. Kids! Stand up to them and they back off (I hope!). They did -- slunk away without a look.
I looked at her, she was watching with ghost of a smile. I sat, gave her the drink.
"Wine?" she said with a soft smile, "hardly the drink of a 'hard' man."
"I'm not hard, just don't like being interrupted." She smiled again and nodded. She seemed -- melancholy.
We sat; we talked -- about me mostly. I took her in. Probably around 35. OK, 40. So difficult to tell nowadays but she was a looker that was certain. Quite a lot of make-up but well applied and accentuated her beauty. There seemed to be something familiar about her. Couldn't see her figure but if it was as good as her face and hair -- wow! Then, as her drink diminished, "You live around here?"
I did. "About 5 minutes," I said.
"Let's go!" I must have looked shocked. Surely chatting up hadn't changed this much. "Show me where you live!" Who was picking up who?
She stood, I stood and we left the pub. Nice evening, slow walk and she held on to my arm. Nice.
Back to my flat. Stale, uninteresting. Hadn't really got round to making it into a home. Difficult.
"My 'castle'," I said. She smiled and crossed the threshold. She was tall, well over average, I'd say about 5' 10" in her heels. Not slim -- could see that under the coat. Followed her in and took coat.
WOW. The rest of her was as good as her face. Not, repeat not, the skinny planks that women try to be today. Very shapely. The view from the rear as I showed her into the lounge, was bloody marvellous. Thank god for the Coke bottle! Gorgeous hips and an arse to die for. She turned. Shit, I didn't think I could take much more. Breasts full and shapely under her blouse. Slight rise of tummy dipping to the pleasure palace. She was Monroe, Loren, and Lolobrigida -- a fantasy. FUCK!!!
"Drink?" I managed. She smiled.