Sarah

Sarah had been nervous about hanging out with the girls again. She had always been the straight one of the group and they used to always make good natured fun of her for being such a prude, but more recently she had begun to wonder if there wasn't some truth behind their mocking.

Although she was engaged to be married and she had fooled around sexually with her fiance, Sarah was still a virgin. In fact, she had only ever touched one penis before and while she loved her future husband, she couldn't help but feel that there might be more out there that she was missing out on. She knew this trip away with the girls would bring up these feelings, but now that she was out having fun, a few drinks in with a bar full of scruffy men watching her, she felt a dangerous kind of excitement bubbling away in her gut. This was an opportunity, she realised... she could do something here and nobody would ever know. As soon as the thought came she pushed it away - she would never be so loose... so dirty. But as much as she tried to ignore it, the idea kept coming back, persistently nagging at her imagination as she glanced over at the locals watching them. Watching her.

Eventually the intrusive thoughts became too much to ignore and while the others were busy dancing by the jukebox, Sarah found herself moving towards the bar. Before she knew what had happened she was leaning in, waving a note in an attempt to get the bartender's attention. She could feel heat coming of the tall, rugged man pressed up next to her and smell his sweat, a not entirely unpleasant, masculine scent that made her feel funny. When she turned to look up at him, he was looking back, watching her with a wry smirk.

"Hey there little lady." he said, his voice deep and slightly gravelly. He nodded towards the others. "You girls in from the city?"

Sarah nodded silently in response as she took in his features, thick brown hair peeking out from beneath his cap and prickly looking stubble sprouting from his cheeks and strong chin. His breath smelled of whiskey and cigar smoke, again not entirely unpleasant and in fact, alluringly masculine. Realising she was staring, Sarah blurted, "Ah, yes... yes we're having a girl's weekend." Then after an awkward pause, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment at her own nervousness she asked, "You? Are you a local?"

The man's smirk widened into a warm smile. "No darlin' I'm just passing through." he nodded towards his keys on the bar. "Truck's out back... I haul stuff all over this fine country. Good, honest work but it means a lot of nights away from home, in places like this." He turned to face Sarah before tipping his hat to her. "Jake's the name... a pleasure."

Sarah turned slightly towards him as she responded, the other patrons crowding the bar causing them to stand uncomfortably close to each other. "Sarah, nice to meet you, Jake." as she raised her hand to shake his, the back of her hand accidentally brushed against the front of his pants as she asked, "Is it big?"

The accidental contact combined with her clumsy choice of words made Sarah's cheeks burn hot, not least because whatever she had felt there did indeed seem quite big. Jake merely continued to smile down at her and nodded before shooting a glance towards the bartender. Almost immediately two shots of a dark liquid appeared and he took one signalling for Sarah to take the other. She did so, eager for anything to distract from her embarrassment, but once his shot was down, Jake leaned in and responded in a hushed tone, his voice sending a tingle up Sarah's spine.

"Sure is... wanna see?"

Jake scooped up the keys as he gave her a wink, then turned and headed for the back exit, leaving Sarah to decide what to do next.