Another day in an endless string, the clock on the Olds building shows that there is much to go. I walk into the bar. The bright electric lights contrast with the soft daylight, but still manage to be dimmer.
She sees me as I step inside and waves. I wave back as I walk towards a table near the stage. I get a Budweiser and sip slowly, watching the girls dance. Two songs go by; she touches my shoulder.
"Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Of course."
We walk from my table; I take her hand in mine as we go up. She leads me to a loveseat away from the juke box. I sit down.
"How's your boy?"
Her face lights up as she answers. "He's doing really good in school right now. He's one of the best readers in his class."
I've given her a dollar which she feeds into the juke box. As we wait, she positions me on the couch. The song starts.
She begins to twist in front of me. She inches closer. Her thigh touches my groin. I touch my fingertips to her leg and graze her skin with soft touches. It is slightly sticky with sweat.
Her top joins my beer on the table. Her face moves to mine. Our mouths all but met. I smell the smoke on her breath. She pulls away just before the urge to kiss overcomes me. I touch her arms. My caresses reach to her shoulder blades.
She whispers in my ear, "you are so sweet."
She grinds her ass against my erection in time to the music. I teasingly touch her back. The song ends; her top returns.
"Another?"
"I can't." I shrug. "Stuff."
"I work again Friday."
"I'll be here."
Her lips touch my cheek.
© 2002 Kenny N Gamera