At one time or another, just about everyone's heard a joke that starts; "A man walks into a bar...". Well, the bar in question was my local drinking hole, but it was certainly no man that walked in!
She was beautiful; of course. She was sexy; certainly. She turned all heads in the bar; absolutely. She was married and waiting for her husband; almost without a doubt!
She had the same effect on my little group of friends as she did on the rest of the bar patrons; I watched her with a smile, Nick watched her with a growing excitement and Joe watched her with a look of undeniable lust! The tight patterned dress clung to her lean frame and the knee length white plastic boots partially obscured flesh coloured stockings. She had short, dark hair and her sultry features looked slightly Latin in their familiarity.
After a few moments, the rest of the bar returned to their drinks and conversation as the woman settled herself up onto a high bar stool and ordered a drink. Joe and Nick hardly seemed able to take their eyes off her as she crossed her long legs and sipped casually at the tall drink. We all watched her as her eyes flitted around the room taking in the gloomy surroundings. At first she seemed to be looking for somebody, but then as her gaze settled on our table and she smiled seductively in our direction.
"I got to say something to her" whispered Joe, the most forward of our trio. "Look, she's smiling at us!"
Joe wasted no time and rose to approach the bar. His manner was easy and comfortable as he chatted to the woman just out of our earshot.
"What do you think he's saying?" Nick said to me in an excited whisper.
I smiled back at my friend. "Who knows! But Joe can talk just about anyone into doing just about anything!"
Nick and I lapsed back into an eerie silence while we tried not to stare too avidly at our third friend and the sexy brunette. Joe was in full flow; talking freely and gazing into the deep brown eyes of the woman. His hand was on the bar, a mere fraction from her arm, and I saw her react like a bolt of electricity had passed through her when his fingers made brief contact with her hand. Joe sensed her reaction also, and obviously took it as a good sign. He chatted on with a smile and a laugh and it only took another few minutes of gentle persuasion before another chair was pulled up at our table and we were joined by the vision of beauty. I could smell a familiar scent of perfume as she settled across from me and I smiled a welcome at her.
Anna introduced herself to us all with a grin. Now she was so close I could see that her dress was really tight and clung to her body like paint. It was difficult to keep my eyes from wandering to her firm breasts as they swelled underneath the stretched fabric, and as she extended her long legs out under the table I could hear the plastic of her boots squeak.
Again, Joe led the conversation, continuing where he had left off at the bar. He asked Anna lots of questions - some quite personal - but she answered them all with an easy manner and a sexy smile.
"So, are you married then, Anna?" Joe suddenly asked.
The woman's lips curled into a wicked grin. She nodded silently.
"Does your husband know you dress like that and go into bars by yourself?"
"Dress like what?" Anna answered with mock innocence.
"Come on, Anna! You know what I mean! The tight dress; the white boots. You're dressed for sex! Tell me if I'm wrong!"
Again, Anna looked down demurely and glanced up at as all through long eye lashes. Her eyes smouldered; baking us with their incessent heat.
"You're not wrong, Joe." she replied quietly. "And, yes, my husband does know. It's what he wants!"
That seemed like enough for Joe, and Nick was certainly getting more than a little excited. Joe's suggestion to go on to a club was quickly accepted by Anna and all four of us finished our drinks and headed out into the warm evening air.
As we all rounded the rear of the bar, Anna was walking in front of us. Her ass swayed seductively under the short skirt of her dress and I could feel a pressing erection deep in my pants.
"Hey, Anna?" Joe called out. In a second the woman had stopped and turned to face us. "How about showing us a little sample of what's under that dress?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" She replied with a sexy smile, "you know, I've been told my tits are nice, would you like to see them?"
I had to assume that it was a rhetorical question - there didn't seem much need to answer!
Slowly, Anna peeled down the top of her dress as we all stood in front of her and watched in slack-jawed fasination. Two perfectly proportioned tanned orbs fell into view and Anna gently massaged them with her fingers.
"Ok, that's enough!" she suddenly said, pulling the top back up with a devilsh grin.
