Just two beers and then I'm out of here. The barkeep is a squirrely little shit and there ain't nothing happ'nin in this dried up hotel bar. There's a tittie bar up the road and I'll take a cab so when the girls start looking good I won't need to worry about getting back. I tipped my head back and just as the last drop drained from the mug a hand slid across my lower back and up to rest on my shoulder.
Even though I knew the stool to my left was about to be filled, I looked right. Looked down to the hand that rested on my shoulder. Smooth long fingers, nice emerald ring, and red, long bright red, finger nails. I set the mug down, turned left and watched her slide up on the stool. Her long denim skirt was cut to fit and slit to mid thigh, and left no doubt that they went all the way up.
She was a big woman and I hadn't even looked past her leg. The western style blouse fit tight to her body. Three or was it four open buttons drew my eyes to a low hung and nicely proportioned pair of un-haltered beauties.
I raised my eyes to meet hers for the first time. Deep black! They were bottomless and tantalizingly cold. Filled with mystery. Her lips were painted in red and a smile spread wide across her face as she recognized my interest.
"Barkeep, set the lady up and bring me another!"
"I'll have a Fuzzy Navel"
"Be right there."
"Jim. I'm Jim and you?"
"I'm Martha. Nice to meet you Jim."
We chatted over a couple of drinks. During that time she never once dropped her hand from my shoulder. She even turned me from time to time just so I'd get a good eye full of cleavage and some times just a glimpse of erect nipple.
She was a local and the barkeep, her brother ( yea the one I called "little shit" ), had set us up. She likes a big man. A man she don't have to look down on.
"A six foot-one woman has to look hard to find a man that can dance with out slobbering all over my tits".
"Well honey, did you find what you are looking for?"
"I don't know yet but if you'd like to go a few rounds on the dance floor?"