you go to Charlie's after work

You go to Charlie?s straight from work, not wanting to miss her yet again. You go into the bar and sat down at a barstool to wait. Mike, the bartender at Charlie?s, comes over.

?Hey man, how?s it going? Draft Bud right?? he asks.

?Yes, thank you. It?s going pretty well actually.?

?Good to hear?, he says, handing you a beer. He turns around and rings you up on the cash register, placing the receipt into a glass on the bar and goes to the other end of the bar to get drinks for a couple of other women who had also just walked into the bar.

Charlie?s is close to office and had just opened not more than six months ago. It was a nice place to come and have a drink to cool off after a day at work. Unlike most of the places in the neighborhood it is well lit, which was nice as you can actually see person you are talking to. The menu, if you chose to stay for dinner, issn?t that bad either. Besides the usual bar finger food and sandwiches it had a surprising array of dinners, some of which were pretty good. The cuisine was surprisingly eclectic, all the way from carne asada burritos to a tandoori chicken that was really excellent.

You try to pay attention to the baseball game that was showing on the TV over the bar, but find yet again, you are terribly distracted. Would she come strait from work or would she have gone home to change. You have sort of a fetish for women in white shirts. It is kind of a little schoolgirl thing. The thought of unbuttoning the buttons and sliding off the blouse she was wearing this morning fills your mind. But, you?re watching the baseball game. Really.

And then she walks in and you don?t miss the white blouse at all. She is wearing one of those fabled little black dresses that have been known to turn men into jelly. It is sleeveless with low cut v-neck that shows just a hint of cleavage and a hem that was cut to the knee, with a little tail of black lace that hung down to the right. Underneath that she is wearing black fishnet stockings and black pumps. The overall effect of the outfit and the bright red lipstick was, ?yes, I?m going to get fucked tonight, don?t you wish it could be by you?? She walks across the bar room and takes the barstool next to yours. As she sits down, the air around you was filled with the sweet smell of the flowers of a mountain meadow.

It takes you several seconds to form a coherent thought.

?Wow, speechless. I like that,? she laughs.

?You look amazing,? you are finally able to stammer.

?Thank you,? she smiles.

You quickly finish what was left of your beer to fortify yourself for what was to come.

Mike comes back over to us. ?What can I get you?? he asks.

?A lemon drop, please,? she says.

You are thinking you might be in need something a little bit stiffer than a beer, so you order a whiskey sour.

?So how was day?? she asks.

?You know, same old bullshit. Sometimes I think we have meetings for no other reason than so that the supervisors can hear themselves talk, and justify their paychecks.?

Mike had finished our drinks and placed them in front of us. He turned to the register to add the drinks to my bill.

?I know what you mean my boss is so disorganized. Took me forever to get all the figures she was giving me put together, when the whole time I?d rather be fucking you.", she says.

Mike unsuccessfully tries to suppress a smile as he places the new receipt into the glass.

?I know, it must be tough,? you say, your voice starting to show a bit of impatience.

She smiles. Silently, she takes your hand into hers and guides it under her skirt. Carefully, keeping her skirt over her knee, she guides your hand and places your fingers onto your clit. ?See, still no underwear,? she smiles and whispers. You use your fingertip to tweek her clit and feel just a bit of moisture on it. She lets go of your hand and it slides out from under her skirt. You discretely put your finger into your mouth.

?What about dinner? You still owe me remember? she says.

You called Mike over and have him put you down for a table. It takes about twenty minutes for you to get a table and in the meantime you talk about the usual things one does after work. How your bosses are morons and are so undervalued by our employer. Soon your table was ready and you go and sit down.

You both decided to share a barbeque chicken pizza and when the waitress comes over you order the pizza and fresh drinks. The waitress goes away to place our order with the kitchen.

When she has walked away, she turns to you and asks, ?So, how are you going to fuck me??

?Anyway you want.?

?No I?m serious. Tell me what you are going to do. If you don?t make it interesting, why should I let you?? she laughs coquettishly.

You take a sip of my drink and try to smile. ?Well first I would start with some foreplay. I hope you don?t mind.?

?Not at all, what did you have in mind??

?Well maybe we could be sitting on your couch and kissing. I would slide the straps of your dress over your shoulders and be kissing you neck. I would lower the neckline of your dress over your breasts and start kissing them. Do they like to be kissed??

?Yes they do, definitely.?

?Well then I would be doing that. While my mouth was doing that, my hands would be on your shoulders massaging them, and working their way down to your zip. Once they got there they would take it down and slide that dress off over your head, and you would only be wearing your stockings and shoes.?

?Oh, I like that. What would you do next, take off my shoes??

?No, I would leave them and your stockings on.?

?Then what would you do next??

?I would kiss my way down from your breasts, down your stomach, running my hands over your sides. Putting my tongue into your navel, and flick it a few times.?

?Mmmmm, I like that,? she says, taking a sip of her drink.

?By now my knees would be on the floor and I would use my hands to open your legs. I would lick my way down to your pussy and flicking you clit with my tongue.

?Go on,? she says, starting to get a bit flush.

?I would put my tongue into your pussy and lick it faster and faster.?

?Yess?

?And I would be massaging your thighs with my hands.

?Mmmmm, yes,? she says, the pitch of her voice rising just a bit. Her hand has slowly gone to her crotch and she is discretely fingering herself through her dress.

?With my tongue in your pussy, my nose would be nuzzling your clit.?

?I like that, yess, I like that?

?Here?s your pizza,? said the waitress bringing us our dinner. She places the pizza down on the table. ?Can I get you anything else??

She looks up, a bit startled as her hand darts away from her crotch. You smile, as you see a little wet spot on her dress. She quickly covers it with her napkin.

?Peppers and Parmesan cheese, please,? you say trying to act as naturally as possible.

Smiling to herself, the waitress walks away to retrieve the cheese and peppers.

You both burst out with a nervous laugh. The waitress soon returns with the cheese and peppers and you begin eating the pizza. Without any further talking, you finish it quickly, as if there is something you would rather be doing than eating dinner. You ask for and get a box for the two pieces of pizza that are left over, and the waitress brings the check.

You are counting out bills to put with the check, when her cell-phone rings.

?Hello,? she answers it. ?Oh no. Oh my god,? she says as the color drains from her face. ?Okay, I?m on my way.? She quickly hangs up, closing her phone.

?I?m sorry,? she says. ?I have to go. Something has come up.? She takes a pen out of her purse and quickly scrawls down a number on a business card. ?Here?s my cell number. Tomorrow is Saturday. Call me tomorrow.? And she quickly walks out of the restaurant.