The entrance to the bar was just below the street, and accessed from a stairway descending from the sidewalk. Only a small neon sign and its arrow pointing below the surface gave any hint that the establishment itself actually existed. David checked his phone for the time; he had arranged to meet Dallas approximately fifteen minutes from now, at 7 PM in the evening, for an after-dinner drink or two. He descended the stairs to the landing, a four-foot square section of cement. Pushing through the door, the myriad scents that permeated the bar assaulted his nostrils - spilled beer, greasy food, and the stale sweat of too many people in too small an area. David paused while his eyes adjusted to the dim light, and then he began to look for a good spot. Fortunately, the hour was somewhat early, and there were several open tables near the rear. David smiled - something away from the main traffic of his fellow humanity suited his purposes admirably.
Stopping at the bar long enough to get a glass of soda water for himself and an Amstel for Dallas, he strode swiftly to the table he desired and claimed it. It was a small square table in a corner, with two chairs and a padded bench that provided half the seating. David sat in one of the chairs, half turning it so that he could keep a weather eye on the entrance waiting with a barely-concealed impatience. He had not had long to wait before Dallas came through the door. She looked around, and his heart leaped when she saw him and her face lit up with a smile. She headed slowly towards him, aware of his eyes on her, taking in every detail. She always enjoyed how he looked at her, a combination of approval and hunger in his eye as his gaze lingered in his review of her.
She had come to the bar from the facility where she worked as a Hospitality Manager for the local Doubletree; professionally dressed in a modest skirt and matching blazer, her white blouse almost shining like a beacon in the smoke-filled twilight lighting. Her short back-streaked pale blond hair framed her face perfectly, and he longed to run his fingers through her hair as he claimed her lips with his own. He loved the feeling of her silken tresses, and he loved running his fingers close to her scalp, sometimes tightening his fingers to pull her hair. He loved how she gasped when he did that; she liked being claimed, although she was a trifle shy about expressing it in public.
David was slowly working on changing that, on identifying her desires and her contradictory limits, and gently - oh so gently! - pushing her past them. She had the security of her safe word if he pushed too far, too fast; he wanted her thrilled at walking the edges of her comfort zones, not the terror of being pushed past them with no secure tether. He smiled briefly how he had introduced her to anal foreplay - first a shower, to reassure her that she was clean, and then glorious exploration of her pussy with his fingers and a small vibrating wand. He had turned her onto her tummy, and continued, one hand running over the cheeks of her ass, the other using the vibrator to stimulate her pussy. As she had approached orgasm, he had begun kissing her up and down her ass-crack, and as she had begun to cum, he had licked and teased the rosebud of her ass with his tongue. She had experienced a glorious orgasm, well-begun. He would count it as a victory when she asked him to kiss her ass while being fingered. But that was in the future; he had a different goal tonight.
He stood when she reached the table, and let her determine the depth of their welcoming kiss; it was too short but full of promise, her tongue caressing his lip as she pulled away and sat down on the bench next to his chair. He sat again, taking her hands in his and kissing her knuckles.
"How was work today, Dallas?" he asked.
"Good, good... well, good enough. My VP was lurking around, so not as much fun as it might have been..." she replied.
"He's a right lurker, then?" David replied, putting on a cheesy Monty Python-esque British Cockney accent.
"Something like that..." she replied.
"I am glad that you agreed to meet me here" David continued. "And suggested the bar. I would never have come here, myself - given that I don't drink."
"I like places like this!" Dallas said. "Dive bars are cool, ' cause there are unique and interesting people to watch in there. It's like having a fishbowl, only with humans instead of fish."
