Meeting up with Jess

Dark clouds loomed overhead as I picked my way through the busy evening streets on my way to Jess' work. Alerts for "thundery showers soon" popped up on my phone. "Perfect" I muttered.

My nose buried in my phone for directions, I made my way through the city centre and finally arrived at the bar that Jess worked at. It was heaving with people and I soon remembered that a as local game was on, seating was going to be hard to come by. "More perfect". I headed up to the counter and caught the bar staff's eye and she bounced over excitedly. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

"Steve right?" I raised an eyebrow and made a show of looking over my shoulder. When I turned back she was grinning ear to ear. "Sorry, Jess told us about you coming and you fit her description. Lengthy description I should say". I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or whether her eyes did indeed flick down when she said the word "lengthy". I smiled back.

"You should be down at the bookies sticking money on the game with clairvoyance like that." She snorted a laugh and covered her mouth and gestured for me to sit at the bar.

"Jess is just finishing up in the back. A drink while you wait? It's on the house." I watched while she poured my drink and chatted to her about the day, working at the bar and about life in London. Our conversation was cut off every now and then by howls or whoops from the packed bar as the game either went for or against them. During one especially loud roar of approval, Jess came out from the staff door at the back of the bar.

She deserved the cheer. Still dressed in a smart form fitting white shirt from her shift and tight black trousers, her body was shown off in all the right ways. Her dark brown hair was bound up in a ponytail with a small cascade of hair falling down and framing her pretty face at the front. She'd always been generous with eyeliner and her deep brown eyes were popping as she looked over to see me sitting at the bar. A slightly embarrassed sideways smile shone on her face and she took a few slow steps towards where I was as I gulped the last of my drink down.

"Hi Steve" she said, head tilted down and eyes looking up, smiling. She must've known how great she looked to be pulling this kind of stuff. I grinned back at her as she quickly made her way out from behind the bar and embraced me in a hug. I felt her perky C-cup chest push into me as she squeezed a "Hello, Jess" from my lungs. After a few pleasantries and a lot of wide eyed staring and smiling at one another, Jess said she was just going to head to the back to get changed for our night out. I waggled my drink, telling her I'd be done with it by the time she returned. With a touch on my shoulder, Jess rose and headed out of site into the staff only area. The barmaid from before caught my eye and smiled mischievously. That sent my mind running again. Jess had obviously told all of her workmates about my coming to see her, maybe Jess was as hyped up on anticipation as I was?

A few minutes later, Jess returned looking even hotter than before. A black top cut to leave her shoulders exposed fit her perfectly to accentuate her tits. A deep blue bra strap showed on either shoulder hidden only by strands of her long brown hair, which was now out of its ponytail. Tight washed jeans hugged her athletic thighs and, though I only caught a glimpse as she came around from the bar again, that arse looked unbelievably good. After a few goodbyes to other workmates and feeling their eyes too looking me up and down like a piece of semi-famous meat, Jess and I made our way out into the bright lights of the city night.