The one playing pool

I watched the two guys for a moment wondering if I should go for the easy lay or shoot for the moon, when nothing short of divine intervention gave me my answer. The hunky blonde waved bye to his friends as the pool game ended, and he sat in a booth all by himself. It was my big chance, so I went for it. I went over and hopped in the booth with him.

I was probably too forward when I scooted in next to him, and sitting on his lap was out of line. But I was horny and I wanted to lock him down before he saw something else that caught his fancy.

"Hey..." I murmured, doing my best impression of a porno voice. "I'm Leslie."

He smiled and silently laughed, and introduced himself. "Brian." He put his hands on my hips, while I very lightly leaned in closer. "What do you want for christmas little girl?" he joked in a horrible Santa Claus impression. I pretended to laugh and then climbed off his lap.

We chatted for almost an hour, while we each drank a few beers. I slid off his lap at some point because it was getting awkward, but I continued to play footsy with him and rub my leg up against his. By the time we were both buzzed and I was certain he knew how incredibly horny (and slutty) I was feeling, I propositioned him.