I was new in town. A fresh new face transplanted from middle-Canada to the coolness of England. My company had transferred me across the Atlantic to head up a new project for them and this was my first night in my new flat. Unfortunately, there was no furniture to speak of yet, they wouldn't be arriving for another day or two. It was just me, the luggage I was able to travel with and four blank walls to stare at.
I wasn't familiar with the area, having just arrived that day, but the taxi I rode to my new home in, passed a pub just down the street. I changed my shirt, combed my hair and out the door I went, searching for something to entertain myself with for a few hours.
The pub sat on the northwest corner of two intersecting roads and I soon found myself inside. It was a week night, so there wasn't a lot of patrons inside. It was quiet except for a small group of rowdies in the corner yelling and jeering at a soccer match on a television. I'm not much for soccer, so I took a place at the bar and ordered a stout from the barkeep.
It wasn't long before I looked up from the brim of my beer mug to notice a gorgeous brunette seated across from me on the other side of the horse shoe shaped bar. I must have been staring at her too long, for she finished her glass of what appeared to be champagne or white wine, upon which, she noticed me watching her. She smiled and I quickly looked away.
I waited before looking back at her and now I caught her watching me. I awkwardly smiled and gave her a nod. We continued in this manner for awhile, exchanging glances and smiles. Eventually, I looked back across to her but noticed she was gone. I looked about to see where she was, but alas. She was nowhere to be found. My heart broke a little, disappointed that I never had the courage to approach her.
I sat back on my stool and ordered another stout. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see this beautiful woman that I'd been trading smiles and winks with for the past hour, standing next to me. Before she said anything to me, she motioned to the bartender, "George," she said with her elegant British accent, can I have another glass of champagne, please." She introduced herself to me as "Kelly", and I must say, up close, Kelly was ten times, nay... A hundred times more sexy than she was seated across the bar from me. And she smelled beautifully. Like a perfect combination of light fruit, vanilla and soap, like she'd just gotten out of a bubble bath. She was slender with big beautiful breasts that appeared to be struggling to remain imprisoned in the revealing blue dress that Kelly was wearing. I tried to remain respectful, but my cock was being beastly, angrily trying to escape the confines of my pants. "Champagne?" I asked as she adjusted herself to be more comfortable perched upon the bar stool to my left. "Are you celebrating?"
"Nothing special." she said, nodding to George as he handed her another glass of the sparkly. She explained that she hadn't been out of the house in awhile and that she was supposed to meet up with her friend, Becca, who cancelled last minute. "I was all dolled up and didn't feel like staying home, so I figured 'Fuck it', and came out anyway.
"Respect." I said, softly, tapping her glass with my mug, "How's it going, so far?" Kelly smiled back at me and admitted, "So far, so good."
We sat and chatted about lots of things over the course of the next couple hours. She'd laugh and touch my leg and vice-versa. She'd say something witty and I'd nonchalantly brush my hand on her knee or feeling more bold, caress the inside of her thigh. The whole time, though, I had a raging hard on. Whenever Kelly looked away, I scrambled to readjust my package as the pressure was growing more and more intense.
Without warning, the night came to an end. George ushered out the last of the patrons before turning his attention to us and soon we found ourselves, too, outside in the cool evening air.
"I live just down the street." Kelly said, pointing south. "Coincidentally," I said, "So do I."
Kelly smiled and we slowly walked down the street, close to one another. Kelly kept talking, explaining how she grew up in this neighbourhood. "Born and raised." she said. She pointed out the small store where she would steal candy as a child. She shyly pointed to the ice cream stop where she first kissed a boy. As we were passing an alley way, she gleefully pointed her finger and confessed, "That's the alley where..." She stopped sudden. Not finishing her statement.
I smiled at her, "Where you what?"
"I shouldn't." she whispered.
