The next meeting for Joe and Sandi began with Joe receiving a text from Keith. Keith texted Joe's wife Janice often, and he now knew she was out of town. So he had offered to "babysit" Joe for the night, most likely meaning very little dinner and lots of drinks. Joe had been doing well in politely avoiding him, but Keith manipulated Janice into getting Joe to commit.
They met again at the bar for drinks and bullshit. It was a warm evening with a clear sky so Joe had worn shorts and an oversize Hawaiian style shirt. When he strolled in Keith and a couple of mutual friends were, as usual, standing around the bar. They exchanged greetings and Keith ordered up a round. Joe scanned the bar and stopped when he got to the corner seat. There sat Sandi. Her eyes met his at the same time and Joe simply nodded her way. He immediately looked back at this drink. No way could he look at those big browns and not attack her.
After a moment he let his eyes wander down past her neatly styled auburn hair to her clothes. Tonight she had on a sleeveless top and shorts. The blouse she wore was thin with one button open at the top, allowing almost no view of her cleavage. Miss Proper was in the house. Joe surveyed the beige bra straps, which hung tight on her shoulders. He started to think about the wonderful milky jugs with perfect nipples that they restrained below.
Joe then turned away from her for a moment to break his mindset. He thought for sure he would be busted for staring. Anyone looking at him could see he was obviously transfixed by this woman, and looking at her way too long. He pounded his drink and ordered another, moving his focus to the meaningless game on the television above the bar. After all that had happened between him and Sandi, this was a time he would have to be on his best behavior. Her husband was standing right next to him.
As he talked with Keith and the others he found himself glancing past them to check out Sandi some more. His view went down to her white shorts with a corresponding thick belt and buckle. She was showing lots of leg tonight, the shorts didn't even reach mid-thigh. He followed her tan legs down to her sandals and back up. As one of her tiny manicured feet rested on the brass foot rail it flexed her calf muscle just perfectly, and as they say the rest was history.
Joe's cock began fighting for position, demanding room to grow. In response he excused himself and sauntered over to her. As he did so he put a hand in his pocket as if checking for keys, adjusting his firming member as he walked.
"Sandi, hi. Back again?"
"Hey Joe." Her high-pitched voice made him involuntarily grow another half inch.
He thought to himself, "Now I know how Pinocchio feels."
"Yeah, I kind of like getting out these days" She continued, smiling. "And I hear we're babysitting you."
"Well, for cocktails anyway. I've got a busy day tomorrow." Joe tried to leave the door open in case she felt uncomfortable with this situation.
"I do like cocktails," she teased back.
He walked past her squeezing close to avoid other patrons. As he went by Sandi their arms touched. He could feel the electricity jolt through him, and could see goose pimples form on the back of her arms. There was dampness in his underwear from the tip of his stiffening member, and it made him wonder if she was getting wet as well.
The woman Sandi was talking too excused herself for minute, asking Joe to watch her drink. Joe agreed and took her place at the counter.
Instead of sitting he stood there, which put him right behind Sandi's ear. He could smell her freshly washed hair, and took a second to marvel at one small freckle on the side of her neck.
"You know," he said quietly in her ear, and as he did so he leaned forward slightly. He then grabbed at a bar napkin thus closing the gap between them. He was so close he could of kissed her neck. Instead he spoke even softer.
"I'd like nothing else than to put you up on the bar, pull off those shorts and stick my tongue so far into you I could taste what you had for lunch."
He leaned up and in a normal voice said, "So what do you think of that?"
Sandi only turned her head slightly, replying with a smile, "I think I'd like that."
Their eyes met again and spoke more than any words could have.
As her friend returned Joe walked back to join the men at the other end of the counter. Actually it was more like a limp to hide the fact that Joe's cock was anything but.
One drink turned into several, and as usual the bar snacks took the place of a sit down meal. By ten o'clock the other regulars from their group had already cleared out, and as the bar crowd wound down it left just the three of them. Keith demanded that Joe go back to their house for a nightcap.
"I'm gonna take a pass, buddy," Joe said to Keith as he settled his tab.
Behind him he heard, "Oh Joe, please do come by, it's still early." It was Sandi's voice. "It's a beautiful night, we can sit on the patio."
