Naughty Bedtime Stories by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

Author:Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2003-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Wait a minute. Had this been a setup? Had they arranged this with the girl so he would tell his tale and they would claim not to believe him? Either way, he couldn’t tell them, or anyone. It would have to be his secret. But damn, what a secret!

At a Bar

I was sitting in a rear-corner booth in my favorite neighborhood watering hole when she walked in. God she was sexy. Not especially attractive, but sexy as hell. She had an average figure, but her clothes said it all. She was wearing a tight black blouse, unbuttoned one button too far, and a tight black skirt that came to just above her knees. Her black stockings accented nice legs that ended in drop-dead shoes with four-inch heels. Quite a few heads turned, including a few regulars who don’t look at just anyone.

It was only after dwelling on her body that I got to her face, pretty, with deep blue eyes, and lots of red lipstick. Her dark brown hair was loose and fell to her shoulders. My eyes wandered over the entire package. No one part would stop traffic, but put together…The package said FUCK ME. And my cock noticed. Oh yes it did.

She sat down at the bar and her skirt slid up her thighs. I’m sure I caught just a glimpse of the lacy top of her stocking before she pulled it down again. Funny, at the time I thought her motions didn’t say what her outfit said. She seemed a bit nervous and, after ordering a drink, she looked around, watching the door. She was waiting for someone. Shit. Too bad.

I watched her glance at her watch, then stare at the door, constantly stirring her drink but sipping only occasionally. Maybe he’s not coming, I thought. Maybe there’s a chance…

I grabbed my beer and started to rise, only to have my hopes dashed. A man appeared at the door of the bar and my lady’s face lit up. He was the one she had been waiting for, more’s the pity. Dressed in a sports jacket and slacks, he was the picture of a yuppie stock trader; the lucky bastard looked around, then spotted her at the bar. He walked over and sat down beside her.

Now the bar’s not too large and it’s not like I was eavesdropping or anything. I could just hear what they were saying. “Hi, sweet thing,” he said. “Come here often? Can I buy you a drink?”

Just like that. She’d been waiting for him for fifteen minutes but he sounded like he was picking her up. And what a corny line. I looked him over. Now I’m no gorgeous guy, but he had nothing on me. Glasses, shaggy haircut. Big ears. Why him? And what the hell was going on?

“I have a drink,” she said.

“Great. I’ll just have one with you.” He ordered a glass of red wine. Red wine. What a wussy. “Let’s sit somewhere more private,” he said and they moved to the booth behind mine.

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