Winter is usually a very slow season in the construction industry, and this year was even worse than normal. The economy had brought a lot of projects to a slow-down, if not cancelling them altogether. The upside was that it gave me time to spend the holidays visiting friends and family that I hadn' t seen in a long time, thanks to my ex and her lovely and charming personality.
Knowing that I had a few weeks to kill, I decided to call a cousin that I had only seen once in the last twenty-five years, at our Grandmothers funeral.
Debbie was ecstatic to hear from me, and after spending over an hour catching up over the phone, she insisted that I come to visit her and her family. I was looking forward to seeing her again, as well as getting away from the frigid temperatures around here. We decided (actually, SHE decided) that I would come down over the New Year's weekend, and celebrate with her and her husband and their friends.
My timing couldn't have been better. As I was leaving, a snowstorm hit the area, turning what would have been an eight hour drive into an almost eleven hour journey. Going from a near-blizzard to temperatures in the upper 50's was a nice change.
When I finally arrived, Debbie and I spent a couple of hours catching up while fixing dinner together. I told her about my divorce, the games my ex liked to play, using our kids as pawns, and about my re-emergence back into the dating scene.
After dinner, Debbie, her husband Ron, and I went to their favorite bar for a couple of drinks. While we were walking in, Debbie was telling me that she had a few single and divorced friends that were going to love me.
"Don't go trying to set me up, Deb. I' m only going to be here for a week or so," I told her.
"We are coming here for New Year's," she informed me. "Nobody wants to hit midnight without having someone to kiss. Besides, with the way that you look, I'm not going to be able to keep my friends away from you."
I looked at Ron, and asked him, "Does she bullshit you like this, too?"
He just laughed and said, "I learned a long time ago to just let her have her way, when it comes to things like this. Besides, she's not all that far off. I can think of a couple of her friends that you will probably have to peel off of you. I suggest that you just sit back, and enjoy the ride."
I laughed at that, remembering how stubborn and determined Debbie could be when she has her mind set on something.
As we sat down, we were greeted by a short, long-haired blonde woman, who gave Debbie and Ron hugs, and immediately asked them who I was. "Donna, this is my cousin, Kurt. Kurt, this is Donna. She owns this bar," Debbie said, "And Donna, before you ask, yes, he's single." "Now, Debbie, what makes you think that I would even ask that question?" Donna asked, batting her eyes.
"Well," Debbie responded, "you might want to wipe the drool off of your mouth, before you ask that question."
"Why, don't you think that's an attractive look?" Donna asked. "I'll bet Kurt doesn't mind, do you, Kurt?"
I laughed and told her, "On you, it's a look that works."
Donna laughed and went to get our drinks, and I finally got a good look at her. She was short, maybe 5'1", and slim. She was wearing a jeans mini-skirt with cowboy boots, and a sheer white, long sleeved blouse. She looked like she had a nice little ass, and smallish breasts. All in all, a rather nice package.
When she came back with our drinks, she sat next to me and started talking to me.
"Debbie tells me that you're quite the dart thrower," she said.
"Well, I know that the pointy end is supposed to go into the board," I teased, giving Debbie a look.
"Kurt is just being modest," Debbie said. "Didn't you win a city championship?"
"Two actually. Plus one second place, and a fourth place, but that was all quite a while ago," I told them.
"Oh, my! A professional! Do you give lessons?" Donna asked.
"Oh, I'm sure that I could teach you a couple of things," I answered.
"I just bet you could," she laughed. "C'mon, let's go throw a game."
She grabbed my hand, and led me to the dart boards, stopping at the bar to get her darts.
We got quite a few looks as we walked to the boards, and I'm sure that most of the people there were locals, wondering first, who I was, and second, why Donna was laughing and holding my hand, walking me to the dart boards.
She had three boards in her place, and only one of them was being used. We went to the farthest one, and started throwing. It didn't take long for me to get back into the groove, and I was hitting almost everything that I was throwing at.
"Damn! You really do know your way around the board! Show me how to throw like that," Donna told me.
I corrected her stance and her grip, and was working on her throw, when she told me that she needed more "personal" instruction.
Knowing an opportunity when it hits me, I stood behind her, and held her as I showed her how to move her arm as she released the dart. I could tell that she was screwing up intentionally, but I was enjoying watching her too much to even think about complaining.
Her main problem was that she was moving too much as she released the dart. When she threw the dart, she would almost jump, which would alter her throw.
Standing behind her, I was holding her hips down, and she started wiggling her ass against my crotch, which caused the beginning of a hard-on.
"Is that another dart in your pocket, or are you just happy to be holding me like this?" she asked me, with a wicked smile on her pretty face.
Before I could say anything, one of the locals, looking a bit buzzed, walked up to us and asked if we wanted to play a game. I looked at Donna, and she said that she would love to play a game of doubles with me, so we set one up, playing for drinks.
Donna proved to be better than I thought, and we won two games pretty easily. As we were walking to the bar to collect our winnings, Donna asked if I was coming to her New Year's party the next night.
"I wouldn't miss it," I told her.
"Good. Maybe I'll have something to look forward to, at midnight," she said.
"Maybe," I responded, thinking that I was going to have to thank Debbie for coercing me into this visit.
Debbie, Ron, and I had a few more drinks, while I was enjoying flirting with Donna. Soon, though, it was time to leave, and we said our good-byes.
As Donna was giving me a hug, she rubbed her thigh against my crotch, and whispered into my ear, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night."
"So am I," I told her.
The next night, we got to the party about 9, and Donna greeted us and led us to a table in the corner, and we all sat down and started to have a drink.
I was astonished. Donna was absolutely gorgeous tonight! She was wearing a typical "little black party dress", but there was nothing typical about how she made it look. She was, by far, the best looking woman in the bar.
"Now who's got the drool on their mouth?" She said to me, laughing.
"I can't help it," I told her. "You look incredible."
