My drink tasted great, just want I needed. I'd been struck in traffic for over an hour, and with no air conditioner, I had built up quite a thirst. I looked around the bar, and was surprised, though I shouldn't have been, by the fact that there were no women in the bar. Ever since my girlfriend had been away on business I had tired to build up the courage to fulfill my fantasy of being with a man. Now here I was.
I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the men were checking me out, knowing that they wanted my masculine looking body, to have their way with me. Yet, I had no desire to be with any of them. I was beginning to think this had been a mistake. I figured I'd just finish my drink and head home. It was then that he walked into the bar. It was strange. I'd fantasized about being with a man, a faceless man. No one I'd ever seen had brought sensations that would make me want to make love to them. He was different.
He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over from me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was close to six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 35. His dark brown hair had been dried casually, still a little damp, lying about in soft curls. I had never seen a man whom I thought was truly physically attractive to me.
For about 20 minutes we sat like that. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his jeans bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly.
I finally built up the courage to go over to speak to him. He thanked me, and we started to talk. He suggested we move to a table, which we did, half way across the bar. As we talked I became very comfortable. Looking into his brown eyes, as he would laugh about something just said, he would reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his.