Friday night, finally, and I was sitting at my favorite table, at my favorite bar waiting for Marie, my favorite server, to bring me my steak, salad and second drink. I watched a sweet milf and the guy she was with, come into the bar and head for a dark table in a corner. After they had ordered their first round, she got up and headed for the Lady's Room. I couldn't help but stare at her tits as she passed by, because they were clad in an electric blue and fuchsia, half-cup bra that cradled her large, milk-white breasts as they bounced and swayed in the fine lace, determined to escape from it.
She wore a sheer, nearly transparent, white silk blouse that did virtually nothing to hide her charms and a black, patent leather skirt that barely covered her round, plump ass and her tanned legs and her four inch heels finished the package nicely. She was what some guys would call 'thick", not rail thin, she had curves and she bounced in all the right places. On top of all that, she was a ginger. Her short hair was a gorgeous shade of red and I couldn't help but wonder if it was natural.
She caught me looking again on her way back to her table and stopped, smiled, winked and said, "Hi, my name's Katie. I hope you're enjoying the show."
I chuckled at what she said as I smiled back and said, "Hi Katie, my name is William, but my friend calls me Bill, and yes, I am enjoying it very much. You are an extremely attractive woman and I thank you for sharing your charms. Can I buy you a drink?"
"No thank you," she said, still smiling as she started to walk away. "I am with a friend, and he would not appreciate someone else plying me with alcohol. He has plans to do that himself and I am going to let him. Hope you have a good night."
With that, she walked back to her table, where, judging by the way he looked at me, her friend was questioning her about me. I found it humorous to say the least, but when the waitress brought my second round and dinner, I focused my attention on eating. About half way through my salad I had to go to the head so I could get rid of the water, coffee, and tea I had been drinking at the dive shop where I worked all day. I was standing at the pisser when the redhead's friend walked in and came up behind me.
"You best keep your eyes off Katie, my man, unless you want your ass kicked." The guy said.
"First, get the fuck out from behind me; second, if you don't want guys checking out your date," I said "You should go out with ugly women. She has great tits, which she is proudly displaying, and to ignore them would be damn rude. Now, unless you want me to reach down your throat and rip your lungs out, get the fuck out of my way."
Lover Boy was a bit taken aback by my charming personality, and the punch to his sternum that sent him reeling back into the wall and gasping for breath as I walked past him and out the door, and then it hit me...I forgot to wash my hands. I went back in to wash up and Lover Boy, who was moving towards the door, looked at me with just a bit of fear in his eyes.
I hit the faucet and as the water heated up said, "Forgot to wash up, hum, they're out of soap. Good thing I didn't piss on my hands."
I rinsed my hands, dried them on a paper towel walked out, and was headed back to my table when I literally ran into Katie as she came around the corner. Her tits smashed into my chest and, I must say, they felt as good as they looked.
Taking a step back, I said "Hello again, please excuse me. I didn't see you coming."
"That's okay. Is my friend, Frank in there? He said he needed to pee, and hasn't come back to the table yet. Our dinner is there, and I want to order some more champagne." She said with a giggle that told me she had already been enjoying her bubbly.
"Yes, I think he was doing a little more than just "peeing" as you called it. I am sure he will be out in a minute or two. Can I walk you back to your table?" I said as I took her by the elbow and gently turned her around.
"Sure, I wouldn't want to get lost." She replied with a smile.
"That smile! God, she has a great smile. But I better stop finding reasons to like her. Wouldn't want Lover Boy, what did she call him...Oh yeah, Frank, wouldn't want Frank to kick my ass." I said to myself while trying not to look at her tits, at least, not obviously anyway.
"You just can't keep your eyes off of them can you?" Katie said with an alcohol assisted giggle. "I bet you can't tell me what color my eyes are, can you?"
"They are a brownish mix. The left eye is slightly darker than the right. It's very unusual to have eyes that are different colors." I said as we reached her table and she scooted in, flashing me just a little peek of panties the same color as her bra.
"Well, my dinner is getting cold, so if you will excuse me, I will get back to it." I said as I started to turn to go back to my table.
"You know my eye color, you surprise me. I thought you were just staring at my boobs. Are you sticking around after you finish eating? They have a great band tonight and the dancing is really fun." Miss blue panties said to me.
I replied, with just a bit of a smile crossing my face, "I don't dance very well, but I don't mind watching people who can."
The entire scene had taken, maybe, five minutes from beginning to end and as I sat down to finish eating; Lover Boy Frank came back from the head, giving me a dirty look as he walked past, still rubbing his chest. I watched him sit down in the booth with Katie and lean over and say something to her. Whatever it was, she frowned and shook her head "No".
Frank scowled at her and I heard him say "Finish your damn dinner and then we are outta here."
She put her hand on his and sadly said, "But you said we were going to stay for the dancing and I have been looking forward to it all week. You know I love to dance. I'll make it worth your while."
"I said, we are eating and then leaving. That's what I am going to do. If you want to stay here and shake you tits, you can. But, if you stay,
we're done." Frank said angrily.
"DONE! What on earth is wrong with you?" Katie replied with a trembling voice.
"I am tired of you dressing like a slut when we go out. Every guy we see wants to fuck you, because you dress like a fucking slut!" Frankie boy snapped.
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO DRESS LIKE THIS!" The, now angry redhead fired back at him.