Sitting with my back to the door, I was watching the patrons mull about by looking at the mirrored wall behind the bottles. All those bottles. In those glass vessels were any elixir one would ever need. What was in those bottles were anything from love potions to make you (think) you're irresistible to liquid muscle so powerful you'd be able to kick anybody's ass that pissed you off. For others, there were rivers of relaxation and escape.
For me, I was drinking beer. Occasionally I may have a Cutty, but usually my choice is good cold beer just because I like the taste. I raised the bottle to take a sip of beer and almost spilled it onto my lap. I couldn't believe what I saw in the mirror! This incredibly beautiful woman, wearing a carnation colored dress with dark auburn looking hair streaming over her exposed shoulders, made me stare in disbelief. I could see she was tall. Tall and slender. I'd guess probably around six foot - maybe six two, but her body was incredibly well proportioned.
I saw Joe, the bartender, acknowledge her entrance and he immediately went about fixing what I presumed to be her drink. I couldn't tell what it was, but I knew I was buying it for her. "Joe!" I called just loud enough for him to hear me. He looked at me. "If that's for that lady that just came in - I'm buying, okay?"
"Sure thing," came his reply. Within a few moments Joe was taking the drink, a napkin, and a handwritten card to the lady who had seated herself at one of the tall, two person tables along the wall. I turned as she finished reading the card. She looked up at me and had a faint smile on her face. The card, which had been given to me by Joe so I could write a personal message to her, simply said 'May I join you?'.
She looked at me for several seconds then motioned me to join here. I stood up and walked toward her table. As I approached her I could see she had her right arm resting on the table, her other hand resting high on her left thigh. Her left leg was crossed over top of her right leg with the side vent of her dress gapping just enough for me to see all of her seductive leg and thigh. Finally at her table I held out my hand. "Hi. I'm Art," I said as I lifted her left hand, lightly kissing the back of it. I looked at her and stated, "I'm very pleased to meet you!"
As I looked at her I saw her face is perfectly shaped and her hair accentuates her dark, alluring eyes. Her lips were so inviting I almost lost my decency but managed to refrain from kissing them. Hells bells - I didn't even know her name yet!! With a quick scan I saw the rest of her beauty. Her breasts were tastefully exposed by the halter style top and the wrap-around style of the dress hugged her curvaceous body, accentuating her slender waist.
"My name is Wanda," I heard her soft, confident and sexy voice telling me. I melted in my shoes. "Please, sit down," she invited but I didn't want to let go of her hand. It was soft and warm. Her long, slender fingers felt astonishing wrapped around my hand.
Forcing myself to let go, I sat down across from her. She turned to face me and I was still amazed by those eyes. Then there was her lips. Oh those soft, full, tempting lips!
"I've never seen you here before," she stated, taking a sip of her drink. I was sinking fast into the ocean of sexual arousal as I watched her lips wrap around the sip stick in her drink. "You new in town?" I heard her sliding the question into my ears.
Forcing my eyes away from her mouth I looked again into her dark, soft, eyes. "I'm only in town on business. I get here three or four times a year and always stop here for a drink or two."
She smiled as she glanced down at the table and began playing with her napkin. "So why do you stop here for drinks? I mean, Bully's is not really a singles bar," she questioned me as she raised her eyes to look at me. I picked up my beer and took a sip, stalling a bit.
"I come for dinner then usually sit on the deck for a few hours. Most of the time the view out there is better than in here, but not tonight" I replied honestly. She blushed ever so slightly, knowing what I was saying.
"You're very kind," she said in a voice so soft it was barely audible. Taking a chance, I reached out and placed my left hand on top of her right hand. She didn't pull away but the look in her eyes had changed. Unable to determine if it was anger, fear, excitement, or something else, I forced myself onward.
"I see there's a table available out there. Would you please join me?" I asked, watching her for any kind of hint as to what she was thinking. It seemed like hours before she answered.
"That would be nice," eventually came the answer. We stood up and I saw she was indeed a tall lady. Topping out at five foot ten, I was about three or four inches shorter than she. As I picked up our drinks, she turned and looked at me. "Doesn't my height bother you?" she asked, almost seeming to expect a retraction of my offer.
