Awoke this morning with a glorious dream fading from memory, so I figured I'd better get as much down on paper as fast as possible . . .
As we near the end of another Steelers' Sunday, I sit at the bar chatting up the bartender, Carol. She's relatively new here at the bar, working mostly Sundays, but an excellent addition to the staff. She's about 5'6", thin, brunette and has what has been called the world's most perfect ass.
I've been coming here every Sunday just to see her (well, that and to watch my Steelers) for the past couple months. We have started to get along pretty well, slowly moving into the land of friendly flirting. As I am helping her shut down the bar for the night, cleaning ashtrays, clearing tables, we talk about our plans for the upcoming week. I'm excited because I'm off Monday.
She says, "If that's the case we shouldn't call it a night just yet. You should come over and we can hang out and have a couple more. If it gets too late, I've got an extremely comfy couch, you could always crash."
We quickly finish the closing procedures and lock up the bar. Rather than risk drinking and driving, and getting a DUI, I leave my car parked at the bar and jump in hers. We figure since she's got the couch, may as well use it, and she can always run me to get my car in the morning.
Arriving at her place, she goes to change "into something more comfortable" and asks me to start a fire and get us some drinks. I ask what she wants and she replies, "Search the kitchen and surprise me." Once the fire has taken hold, I head to the kitchen. Well, all I can find are a couple bottles of Shiraz, so I open one and pour a couple glasses.
Returning to the living room, I check the fire, turn down the gas and settle into the couch. Finding the remote, I turn on the TV and quickly find SportsCenter. Engrossed as I am in checking out the stats for my Fantasy Football players, I don't even notice her return until she plops on the couch beside me.
Glancing over, I notice that she's changed into what I assume are her PJs, a pair of black leggings and an over sized T-shirt. With the robe and the pulled back hair, it is clear that she is thinking mainly of bed right now, but her eyes light up upon spying the wine. Taking a sip and nodding towards the fire, she comments on the blaze and then asks if I've seen enough football for one day.
I toss her the remote and she finds some movie, some 'chick flick' with Sandra Bullock, and turns the volume down so we can talk. "I'm glad you came over, it's so nice to get a chance to hang out not have to keep running to wait on other customers. Now I can just focus on you." As we make small talk, she inches closer and closer n the couch, until we are both sitting sideways, one leg dangling over the edge, the other tucked beneath us.
Tucking a few errant hairs behind her ear, she takes a sip of wine and comments on how impressed she is with how I get along with her son, that it is important for any guy she's gonna be involved with to be liked by him. As I look up confused, she leans in and gives me a quick kiss. Pulling back and staring into my eyes, "We are going to be involved, aren't we?"
In way of response, I simply pull your lips to mine and kiss you again, tenderly to begin, growing deeper as we both realize the attraction is very mutual. I can feel her hands roaming my back as mine slip inside her robe, settling on her hips. Catching my breath, I ask where that came from.
"I've been wanting to do that since the first night I worked and saw you at the bar, tonight just seemed like the perfect opportunity to move on my feelings."
"Well I'm glad you did. I've felt the same way since that first night. Just never figured you'd actually be feeling the same, what with the age difference and all." Should mention here that while I am 37, knocking on the big 4-0 door, Carol is young, bubbly 24 year old. She could have any man she wanted, and for some reason, it seems she has picked me.
"Age doesn't matter to me, you act younger than most guys my age, while still maintaining the maturity of your years. Plus, like I said, the most important restriction is how Lucas likes you. And he definitely likes
you!
And that makes two of us, so enough talking, kiss me again already, before I change my mind."