I was setting at the bar of my favorite hangout just drinking a beer and looking at the mirror behind the bar. I just happened to look it the door in the mirror when the most beautiful girl I had every seen come though the door.
She seemed a little nervous and looked all around the place. I could tell she wasn't looking for any one particularly but just looking the place over.
Even though she had on a pair of faded tight jeans with a cowboy shirt that had pearl looking snap button down the front and on the two pockets I know she was use to wearing finer cloths that jeans. These looked like they and be faded on purpose.
The shirt was as tight as her jeans and there was gap between each snap that showed skin. The space between the top two buttons was so wide that I could see her cleavage and part of her round and slightly over size tits. You sure as hell couldn't have put anything in the shirt pockets, Her breasts had them pushed out so far.
I wandered why she headed straight toward me when I realized the tool beside me was the only empty stool or chair in the place.
I took a swig of beer just as she got to the stool and asked, "anyone setting here?" I said, "No honey I've been saving it just for you", and leaned over so she could get on the stool.
She smiled at me and said, "Thanks for saving me a stool cowboy", as straddled the stool.
I said, "I know a beautiful lady like you is use to something better than beer but I would consider it a honor if you would let me buy you a beer."
She looked me in the face and smile, "Why think you, that would be nice of you cowboy."
I said, "you look like a Bud lite woman, you sure couldn't drink regular beer and fit in those jeans."
She said, "a Bud lite would be fine."
I yelled at Joe the bartender to bring the lady a Bud lite. Joe brought the beer but no glass. I said, "I know you don't see high class ladies like this in this dump but this lady don't drinks from a bottle bring her a glass."
She tuned the bottle up when the beer was hitting the bottom of the glass and making lots of foam. I took the bottle and the glass from her and said, "I knew you don't drink beer", and pour the beer down the side of the glass so it wouldn't foam.
I said, "See, If you tilt the glass a little and pour down the side it won't make a lot of foam. You don't like lots of foam do you?"
She just smiled and took a couple of gulps from the glass and then made a face that told me she didn't dring beer at home and hadn't developed a taste for it.
I said, "It don't have the taste of fine wine but it give you the same effect."
She asked, "What affects do you mean."
I said, "Loosens you up, lets the true you come out, your feeling and desire come out." She drank the rest of that glass and poured the rest of the bottle in the glass like I had showed her.
As we both continued to drink our beers she said, "You think you know a lot about women don't you?"
"I sort of have a hobby of figuring out people and I'm very seldom wrong", I replied, and finished off my beer. She finished off hers too and I ordered another round.
We were drinking our third beer when she said, "Tell me what you think about me."
I said, "Let's dance and I'll tell you while wer're dancing."
As we were going to the dance floor she said, "You don't look like the dancing type." I grinned and said, "I am if those are steel toed booth you have on."
We both laughed as I put my arm behind her and pulled her close. We two stepped all round the floor and I though in a couple of fancy steps.
We were both feeling good after having three or four beers and after I had twirled her and pulled her hard nipples against my body. She said, "Now tell me who and what I am."
I said, "You come from a rich family and married a man with lots of money and live in a big house. Really more of and estate with servants. Your husband isn't talking care of you in bed and you have been planing for a long time to come down and see why us plain folks seem to have so much fun on Saturday night."
She didn't answer and the band stopped playing and we went back to the bar and had a couple more beers. We both went to the restroom and by the time we go back the band was playing again. We when back to the dance floor and I held her even closer than the last time.
I asked, "Am I close?" She said, "I don't see how we could be any closer." I laughed and said, "How close was I about you?"
She just said, "You are a pretty good judge of women."
I let my hand slip down on her firm round ass and rubbed her pubic area against my thigh and said, "And I will tell you something else. There is a hot wet pussy inside those tight jeans that wants a hard dick in it."
She just smiled and said, "You're close but instead of a wet pussy down there, there's a hot hungry tiger that bits off hard dick that tries to go in it's mouth."
I smiled and said, "I'm willing to bet that tiger wouldn't bit my dick if I put it in its warm wet mouth."
She surprised me when she asked, "Where can we go to find out?"
I smiled and said, "Joe has rooms back at the back that he rent by the hour."
She said, "That don't seem to appealing to use a room that you know someone else has just got though fucking in. The bed would probably still be warm and covered with cum and pussy juices. I saw a pretty nice motel down the street. If they have a room I spring for a nicer clean room."
