"You can learn a lot about a woman by getting smashed with her" - Tom Waits
She was sitting with her friend at the bar. Dave the perennial ladies' man or perhaps ladies' man wannabe was occupying the attention of the ladies and eventually walked one of them out to the dance floor. Chris watched as Dave pulled her close while they swayed to the slow dance. His mouth dropped to her earlobe as he kissed it.
Chris turned his attention to the woman still sitting at the bar. In the bar mirror she appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties with short, slightly curly, auburn hair. Her dark eye lashes and make up picked out her beautiful dark brown eyes. She was turned slightly, watching her friend dance flirtatiously with Dave. She turned to the bartender and indicated that she needed a refill and left to visit the rest-room. She seemed already a little unsteady on her high heels as she click-clack-wobbled her way to the back of barroom. Chris stood up and walked up to the bar and sat down on the stool next to her's and called the bartender over.
"What's she drinking?" He asked Tony, a friend he'd known since high school.
"Long Island Ice Tea. She's already had one and she's ordered another."
"Give her this one on me. Make it extra long."
"She seemed a bit wobbly when she got down off her stool, do you think that's wise?
"If it becomes a problem I'll make sure she gets home safely, okay?"
"Well alright then. You aiming to score with her? She's wearing a ring. Though I've seen some women wear them to put off possible wolves. Her friend though, she's a different matter. I think Dave's gonna get lucky tonight, for a change. Look at them dancing."
Chris turned around. The woman was pressing herself erotically against Dave and humping her hips against his.
"Yeah, I think you could be right."
Chris glanced to the back of the bar and saw the dancer's friend exit the restroom. She walked slowly back to the bar and sat down.
Chris smiled at her and said.
"Hi, my name's Chris. Is this your first time here?"
"Y...yes. I'm here with my friend. She's dancing right now."
The bartender brought her drink a put it down in front of her.
"How much do I owe you?" She asked.
"Chris here got it for you. As a regular he always wants new people or strangers to feel welcome. He says it improves the clientele." He chuckled.
"Thanks," she said. "My name's Emily."
She drank a mouthful of her drink.
"Karen, that's my friend, thought I should get out of the house because my husband's away for the weekend. Ever since she got divorced she's been begging me to go with her here because she's nervous about coming to places like this alone. I guess you could say I'm her wing-woman or perhaps bodyguard."
"Is she drinking Long Island Ice Teas too?"
"Yes they're her favorite drink." She said as she had another mouthful. "I think she must be on her third."
"She seems to be enjoying herself anyway. So where's your husband gone this weekend."
"He's at a conference and could be away till Tuesday depending on how things pan out."
Chris smiled at her and took in her desirability. Up close she was very attractive. The low cut bodice of her dress accentuated the size of her tits nicely while exposing the smooth flesh. She had a small pert mouth with lips lightly brushed with a cocoa colored lipstick. Chris couldn't stop the image of these lips wrapped around his cock seep into his mind. As she lifted her glass and had another sip he noticed Dave kissing her friend Karen while his hand cupped her tight ass. As Dave drew back from the kiss she stumbled a bit as he pulled her firmly into his body and kissed her again. As they swiveled around in a spin Chris noticed that the zipper on her dress was open a little exposing the strap of her bra as Dave's free hand stroked down across her back. On the subsequent upstroke with a deft well practiced twist of the fingers he unsnapped her bra before dropping down to her ass again and stroking it such that the hem of her short dress was beginning to ride up her thighs.
It was obvious to Chris that Karen had lowered most of her barriers and that Dave would soon be escorting her out to his van in the parking lot which he had shown Chris a few weeks ago and which was set up with a bed in the back. In Karen's state she would probably be out there fucking for some time before she came back if she came back at all. Dave might just decide to take her home for the evening. It was obvious that Karen had forgotten all about Emily. He turned back to Emily to see that she had almost finished her drink.
"Another?" He asked.
She looked at him warmly.
"I love these drinks. They make me feel happy."
She put her hand down on the top of his.
"Thanks for not letting me sit here alone while Karen dances the night away."
"It's my pleasure." He answered.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked.
"Sure."
"Do you think I'm too old to be sitting at the bar with strange men."
"You think I'm strange."
"Oh God no." She laughed. "I mean do people my age go to bars anymore?"
"I don't know how old you are."
She leaned over and in a conspiratorial whisper said.
"I'm thirty one."
"Well you looked pretty good for thirty one, but in answer to your question, yes, I've seen women considerably older than you here alone. Some of them are in their forties. Though, women as good looking as yourself are not usually alone. I'm a bit surprised the other guys weren't all over you."
She seemed pleased.
"Can I get you a drink." She said. "My treat this time. I can't be seen to be having drinks bought for me by strange men." She smiled cheekily.
Chris waved Tony over and they ordered.
"It's a good job I'm not driving." She said. "I would never be able to drive like this."
With the ice well and truly broken Chris and Emily had two more rounds and chatted about love, marriage, friendship and how she was glad she had met him. Chris had noticed Dave escorting a decidedly wobbly Karen out the door almost two hours earlier and wondered whether she would be back soon. Emily suddenly slid sideways and might have fallen off her stool if Chris hadn't have caught her. She leaned against him, her tits pressed against his chest as she looked at him through glazed eyes and said.
"I'm a bit tipsy I think, I'm going to have to get Karen to take me home."
She looked around the room.
"Where is Karen? Did you notice where she got to?"
