Her friends had talked her in to going out tonite, be she wasn’t so sure that it was a good idea. She hadn’t been out in ages; she works too much and never has time for socializing. Laying the tub relaxing, she shaved her legs from heel to her inner thigh and trimmed her pubic hair to a tight small box. Standing up she covered herself in soap bubbles, playing and drawing on her skin. Her fingers found their way to her large breasts and began circling her perk nipples. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch upon her skin. Rinsing her body of all the bubbles, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel.
Stepping from the bathroom, she walked into her bedroom to begin her search for the perfect outfit. They were trying out a bar downtown that had been advertising on the radio. Standing in front of the closet clad in a towel her long blonde hair dripping down her back, she grabs a pair of black jeans and her sheer top. She reached for her black thongs and push-up bra and slowly slid them on. Her reflection in the mirror was a remarkable sight, her voluptuous breast held snug by the confines of the black satin and her buttocks creamy white against the midnight black thong. She looked at the clock and realized that she had to be leaving soon. Quickly donning on her jeans and top she ran back into the bathroom to apply a little makeup and pin her hair up. Sliding her feet into a pair of strappy sandals, her brightly painted toenails peeked thru the straps. She quickened her steps to the parking lot, got in her truck, and headed downtown.
There was a line at the door and her friends where already there waiting for her. She quickly parked and ran up to meet them.
“Wow, Brit, ya look hot tonite,” Marcy exclaimed.
“I just threw it all together in like 30 minutes,” Brit responded.
“Shit girl, ya gotta share the beauty tips with us sometime. I spent 2 hours getting ready,” Hillary said.
“Ha-ha. Well if I had that much time to get ready, I coulda done better,” laughed Brit.
As they walked thru the door, Brit spied the bar. Grabbing Marcy and Hillary, they made their way to three empty barstools. Sitting down, Brit noticed the bartender. He was a younger gentleman with brown hair and a goatee. Which she has always had a thing for. There is just something so sexy about a goatee. Just then, he turned around and their gazes locked for just a brief second before Brit turned away. The music was loud and the dance floor was packed. Now she remembered why she does not frequent bars anymore. It was a proverbial meat market, men in form fitting pants and shirts, and the women and scantily clad attire. She surveyed the bar and nothing seemed to catch her eye, as did that young bartender.
“Excuse me, bartender?” she hollered.
“Yes ma’am, what can I get for you?’ he asks.
“I’ll have a Malibu and Mt Dew. And she will have a Tequila Sunrise and she’ll have a Tom Collins,” Brit answered.
“A Malibu and Mt Dew, you sure about that?” the bartender questions.
“Yes I am, that is what I drink,” Brit responded.
“Coming right up ma’am,” he said.
Brit watched his young frame as he mixed the concoctions that she had ordered. His tight jeans hugged firmly across his buttocks. The black tee shirt showed off his broad chest and developed arm muscles. I wonder how old he is, she thought to herself. As he walked back towards her, she quickly looked away.
“Ma’am, here are ya’lls drinks. That will be twelve seventy-five,” he said.
“Would it be okay if we run a tab? Here is my card,” she asked.
“Sure thing,” he responded.
As Brit handed him her credit card, she stared at his massive hands. His fingertips brushed her and she felt the electricity. He looked her dead in the face, gave her a wink, and walked off. She took her drink and sipped on it as she watched the dance floor.
“Come on Brit, let’s show these kids how to dance,” Marcy said.
The three girls got up and headed for the floor. It had been ages since they had had a chance to get out and enjoy themselves. Marcy started dancing with a guy, who was just her type. Hillary ran into an old friend and they began to dance. Brit felt so out of place, so she headed back to the bar. As she was walking, she noticed that the bartender was staring at her. This time she didn’t look away. As she got closer to her stool, she notices that a fresh Malibu and Mt Dew had been placed in her spot at the bar.
“Brittany?” he asked as she sat down.