Barmaid

The bar was almost empty. There I sat nursing my drink, a scotch neat. A television blared in the background. Some kind of game was being played. Basketball? Baseball? Whatever it was, my attention wasn’t on the game.

My attention was on the busty barmaid wiping down the bar. She looked up once in a while and caught me staring each time. No smile, no wave. She just turned and went about her business.

I wasn’t sure if she was playing hard to get or what, so I kept it cool. Yet I still stared. Letting her know I wanted something. Maybe I could play hard to get also.

As the barmaid came over, she simply smiled. “Anything else stranger?” She asked.

She had blue eyes, blond hair, and a body that would rock your socks off. Perfect Double D breasts on a small frame. They had to be fake, but that didn’t matter. She was a looker. Gazing into her smile I couldn’t help but smile back.

I shook my head. “No ma’am, this will do me just fine.” I took a sip. “Besides, too much of a good thing and I’m bound to find trouble.”

She continued to smile. “Who said trouble was a bad thing. I’ll be over here if you need me, name’s Annie.”

Annie’s red lipstick stuck out as she spoke. I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips. Make out with those lips. Have those lips for a night.

I smirked as she walked away. “If you only knew the half of it.” I said under my breath taking another swallow of my drink. I watched her go thinking how easy it would be to tear through her short shorts and find what she had going on under the hood. Her shirt would be an easy rip away as well. I imagined she wasn’t wearing any underwear and her ass needed a good spanking. I wondered what kind of sexual fantasies she had going on in her head.

Before long we were in her car making love to the Beatles. That is, we made love while the Beatles were playing on the radio. Not making love to actual beetles. It was times like this that made life worth living. We’d move to my place for harder love making and more drinking. In the morning she’d give me her phone number. I’d forget her name by noon.

That’s just how life was, a quick give it to me now attitude. Nothing mattered beyond that. Here today gone tomorrow. What more to life was there than that? The thought struck me that drinking and partying was all meant to be fun. But that wasn’t what life is all about. There was a deeper meaning to life. Something beyond the likes of Angie, Alice... damn I had already forgotten her name. It wasn’t noon yet. I was losing my touch. At least I hadn’t forgotten it during the love making. That would have been embarrassing.

“Excuse me miss, can you please tell me your name again? I seem to have forgot it. I need something to scream out.”

Yeah that would have gone down smooth.

Looking over to the broad, I watched as she slept. Her perfect breasts rising up and down in the crisp night air. They were real after all. Her perky nipples standing at attention wanting more from me. More was something I wouldn’t be willing to give her.

Running my hand along her smooth leg, I sighed. Part of me didn’t want to go. But I had to get a move on. There was a reason it was called a one night stand, not a one night see you tomorrow kind of thing.

I slid out of bed and went on my way. Leaving her a note that I’d be back in the morning. I wasn’t sure if I would be back for her or not. Sure I’d be back for my apartment, but not for her. She wouldn’t mind. She’d probably been in this situation before many times in the past.

She could be the type that hated guys like me. What if it was more than just a drink to her, more than a one night stand? I’d have to find a different bar if that were the case. Damn woman. How dare she confuse me like this. I wasn’t one to be easily confused or confounded. Somehow this gal had done just that.

Sliding on my jeans, I got dressed. A button up shirt later I was ready to get out there. Where I was headed exactly? That was unknown to me. That’s how I liked it.

Walking out the door of my studio apartment, I took one last look at ms. perfect. Blowing her a kiss I laughed as I headed out the door.

The morning was already off to a good start. It could only get better from there.