"So how's things?" John asked as he sat my bottle of MGD on the bar in front of me.
"Same old same old. You know how it is John," was my less than enthusiastic reply. I took the first drink of my beer. It was so good to have a cold beer after the recent heat wave that had strangled the area.
John nodded his head in agreement, glanced down the bar to check on his clients and then leaned over the bar, apparently wishing to tell me something that he didn't want others to hear.
"That may change," he said in a voice barely audible to me. "I don't know, but I think you may have someone checking you out over there," he said as he glanced behind me to my left.
"Oh, Art, my man! She's a looker too! Legs all the way up to her ass!!" he added with a grin before he resumed his duties.
I tried to use the mirror behind the liquor ahead of me, but couldn't see any suspects. I figured I'd look in a moment, but first things first - my beer was getting warm!
Finishing the first bottle quickly, I had another in front of me in an instant, thanks to John knowing me so well. I nodded my thanks to him and as he picked up the empty he glanced over behind me, very nonchalantly, and started grinning.
"Hottie on the move!" he mouthed silently to me and walked away.
Within several seconds there was a person seating themselves on the stool to my left. I glanced to my side and was surprised. A leggy, voluptuous, dark haired angel was sitting down beside me!
Her skirt 'accidentally' slid way up her thighs as she squirmed into the bar seat and I took this opportunity to scan the flesh she exposed to me. She didn't try to pull her skirt down, so I hoped that was a good sign.
"Was this seat taken?" I heard her ask. Looking up from my pleasurable distraction of her legs, I saw she was smiling at me.
"No. It was waiting for you," I answered, smiling back at her.
"My name is Art. Glad to meet you," I said as I extended my hand to her.
"Oh my! An old fashioned gentleman!" she exclaimed with a soft chuckle as she took my hand. Her skin was soft and I immediately had thoughts of how it would feel stroking my quickly enlarging erection.
"It's nice to be making your acquaintance. I'm Jill," she replied and snapped me back to the reality of the smoke filled bar we were in.
We began talking, and both continued drinking. Our conversation jumped from subject to subject and the drinks flowed down us like water over Niagara Falls.
Jill had ordered another round for us, and when she picked up her beer, she 'clinked' it against mine and said, "Over the teeth, onto the tongue. Touch me just right and you'll make me cum!"
A wide smile immediately appeared on my face. "I like the concept behind your toast!" I said as my hand began sliding slowly up her thigh from her knee.
We continued talking and I was watching her as my hand rubbed her bare leg from just above the knee to just a half inch or so below her crotch. She seemed not to be bothered by it, so I didn't stop.
As we talked and drank, I continued to enjoy her leg, noticing that she was ever so slowly parting her legs further and further apart. She had also slid a bit closer to the edge of the bar stool so since my hormones were fighting to take control of me, I surrendered and allowed them to do so.
I slid my hand up her leg with my fingers lightly caressing her inner thigh. I went far enough up her leg that I felt the light touch of her bush against the side of my little finger.
With that simple act, any doubt that she enjoyed my attention was eliminated. "Hmmm," she sighed. "I like your touch. So gentle and sensuous."
"And that's just one hand!" I said with a grin. "Wanna see how both would feel?"
Our conversation continued, now leaning more heavily toward the sexual side of life.
"You drink MGD?" she queried at one point, grinning devilishly at me. "I though you'd want a Bush."
I chuckled before responding. I leaned close to her and said, "I like warm Bush and cold MGD."
