He was sitting at the bar looking around. It was a Wednesday  night. The place was not too crowded. There were locals,  regulars, business people, and transients like himself. Although  he was probably more of a regular since he came here so often. He  liked this restaurant. It was situated on the lake with a  beautiful view of the water. The sun was going down and it cast a reflection  that made you want to reach out and grab a handful to take home. Once the  weather warmed up, the doors were opened and the boats pulled  right up to the dock outside. There was always music and people  to talk to. On this night, he regretted coming here. He was in  this area on business at least once a week and looked forward to  unwinding before the next day’s full schedule. Tonight there would be no relaxing. A friend who lived in the area messaged  him about the meeting. She was a friend for many years, and had  fallen on hard times socially. She was lonely and he knew this.  He also knew that he would wind up buying her dinner and  drinks. He knew that is why she messaged. But he was a nice guy  and he did not have the heart to tell her no. So he said he  would meet her. It had been awhile and maybe she would not be  so loud. He was a private man and did not like loud scenes in  public. As he sat here listening to her get louder and louder,  he looked around hoping that no one was staring. But of course  they were. She had gone from being witty and intelligent to  being sloppy drunk. He was trying to figure out a way to  salvage the evening when she blurted out something about them  sleeping together. Everybody in the place was listening and all  he wanted to do was crawl under the bar. He asked her to not  say things like that but she just laughed and kept on. She was  drunk and he knew he should make sure she got home but right  now he just wanted to get away. He made an excuse that he had  to go, paid his bill and left. He realized that he might not be  able to come back here for a while. That really bothered him  because he liked this place. He knew that he needed to leave  this particular friend alone. He needed to change his schedule  or stop letting her know where he was going to be. As he drove  away, shaking his head, he was not quite ready to go to his hotel  so he thought he might stop in at a small bar/lounge and have a  drink.  

He drove a few miles up the road to a small place that had good  drinks, great bartenders, and a laid back atmosphere. As he  parked, he noticed there were not many cars in the parking lot. He was glad for that after the mess he just left, he wanted to  enjoy a drink in peace. He walked in, and just as he thought,  there were only a few people in there. Two women, one brunette  and one blonde, a guy just sipping a beer and the bartender. He thought he recognized the brunette sitting there talking to  the blonde. He turned to speak to her and realized that they  did know each other. They talked about business, his and hers and maybe doing some business together in the future. He  handed her a card. The blonde leaned over to see his name. Then  they all began to talk. The conversation was lively for such a  small group. Somehow the subject of marriage came up. All of  the group sitting at the bar were fairly single. The  brunette was engaged and had been for a while. The blonde, on the  other hand, was quite single. He for some reason brought up the  obey clause of the marriage vows. The blonde said she would  never have obey in her vows and point of fact, she did not say  obey the first time she got married . He had to see how far  this conversation would go. He was starting to enjoy the give  and take and he could tell the blonde was also. He looked at her  and said he would have obey in every language in his wedding  vows. The blonde rose to the bait. He knew she would. This one  was not bashful and neither was her tongue. She looked at him  and told him that maybe he needed to get a blow up doll. Better  yet, she knew where there was an animatronic blonde one he  could rent or buy. He was looking straight ahead and was just  about ready to give a comeback when he did a double take. He  looked at her and wanted to know how she knew this. She told  him in a matter of fact tone that she had been to the adult  store where it was located. He did not know quite what to make  of this. He did not know what to say. She laughed. He finally  said that she was a teacher that graded papers and in her off  time she went to adult stores. She looked him straight in the  eye and said , Yes. He was finding himself intrigued by the  blonde. She could talk politics or sex with no reservations.  And the sex talk was definitely going on at the bar. The conversation bordered  on the ridiculous. Try as he might, he could not remain aloof.  He wanted to keep talking to her. She showed no interest in  leaving yet. But it was a weekday and he did have work the  next day. When he mentioned the casino and staying there a  lot, she asked for a favor. There was a concert coming up that  her best friend wanted to see and could he get tickets for them.  He said he would see what he could do. And just like that, she  gave him her phone number. He did not know why this excited  him. He could tell just by talking to her that she was way out of  his comfort zone. He was not used to that much woman in one  package. Still he did not leave and continued sitting there  nursing a drink. He was thinking to himself how glad he was  that his evening at the restaurant earlier had turned out so  badly. Stopping in this little lounge turned out to be a smart  move. He hoped she would not leave yet. The brunette’s brother  had shown up and they were now talking. She turned to look at  him and threw a comment laced with innuendo his way. He was  enthralled. He actually answered her question on the location  of his g-spot. What was happening to him? He did not talk like  this, especially not in public. He found himself looking more closely at the blonde. She had an hourglass shape.  She carried herself with confidence. She did not need anyone to  notice her, they just did. She had what most call bedroom eyes  and she looked straight at your face when talking to you. She  had expressive hands tipped with very long nails. She wore  heels and a skirt in a place where people showed up regularly  in jeans. She had her own style. She was obviously a woman  confident in her own skin. He found himself wondering what the  nails felt like on skin…and how well that curvy ass of hers  would fit against him. What the hell was going on? He was  losing it. This was not him. And yet he kept hoping she would  stay and keep talking to him. 

 Her 

She noticed him when he walked in. She saw him in the mirror of  the bar. He was tall with salt and pepper hair and a great pair  of eyes. Her interest antenna perked up. She always joked that  she really had no radar at all. But every once in a while the  wires uncrossed and the radar worked. Tonight was one of those  nights. The conversation at the bar had been entertaining. She  and the brunette talked about men, children, clothes and everything in  between. The brunette was very pretty. The blonde had always  thought she was beautiful. She did not know much about her when  they first met. But as she came to know her, she realized that she  was a very nice person. They had a lot in common and both had a  hard time having female friends. In fact, both had a very small  circle of female friends. They both got along with men much  better. Men are not very catty. They had been at another bar  earlier listening to a very depressing band. It was a Wednesday  night and several of the spots in town had live music. The first  place they stopped was not very promising only because the band  was bad and since it was late…what the bad music didn’t drive  out, the hour did. They wound up at the little lounge talking  and having a drink. The brunette’s brother was going to meet them  there and hang out with them. He was a truck driver and the  blonde always referred to him as her favorite cowboy. He was very  sweet and fun. But while they waited, they talked to each other  and the others in the bar. Then he walked in. She noticed.  When her friend started talking to him. She paid attention. She  liked his voice and she noticed his hands. They were talking  business and he handed the brunette his card. She leaned over  and saw his name. She wanted his card but really could not think  of a reason to ask for one that would not look too obvious. I  mean she had no need of his business services. 

 Right now though, she wished she knew someone that needed his particular  services. Instead, she would talk and flirt and watch the hands on the clock go  around knowing that soon she would have to head home. She found herself  interested in him. It had been quite awhile since a man had  peaked her interest. The conversation drifted away from business.  Somehow the conversation had turned to obey and marriage. The  blonde was divorced and had been for many years. He was trying  to push her buttons. She knew this but still decided to have  some fun with him. She informed him that having obey as part of  the marriage ceremony was silly and in fact she had not said it  when she married her one and only time. He, of course, had to  say that he would have obey in every language. She told him  good luck and as a matter of fact a blow up doll would be perfect  for him. She thought for a moment and told him that she knew  where an animatronic doll was that he could rent or buy. She  knew that would take him by surprise and she was right. He was  about to say something and then stopped and looked at her. She  was ready. She was looking straight at him when he made the  comment about her being a teacher and going to adult stores. She  liked the look on his face. She knew the comment would cause him  to lose his train of thought, and he didn’t disappoint. Just for  a moment he got flustered. She liked that she had this effect on  him. She knew he was trying to remain aloof, but his efforts  were failing. She was going to keep him talking, break down that  wall of his, and see just how far she could pull him out of his  shell. He had a comfort zone. She was very sure of that fact.  She was also very sure that she was way out of what had to be a  very small one. But she could not deny that she was enjoying  this give and take with this very attractive man. He was not  showing signs of getting up to leave. He ordered another drink  and looked in her direction. She was trying to keep her interest  in check. She knew she wanted this man. She was surprised at how  much. The brunette was part of this conversation. She too was  laughing at him. The door opened and several other people  walked in. Both women recognized the newcomers. They were part  of the regular crew at the local Mexican restaurant. Both women  enjoyed going there and had spoken to both men on several  occasions. The shorter of the two had been after her for quite  awhile. He just knew he could “rock her world” he always said.  She was not having any of it. She laughed and flirted with him,  but that was as far as it went. She was discreet in her liaisons.  Small town…small minds. He continued to sit there and watch  her. He was trying to figure her out. And she, well she was  doing the same. The hour was getting late and the brunette’s  brother had arrived. The conversation became general with just  hints of sexual innuendo. She knew that she liked the man. And  she knew that he was watching her. There was no lull in the  conversation. Everyone was enjoying themselves. But soon it would  be time to go. He had her number and hopefully he would call even if it  wasn’t about the tickets for the concert. The blonde got up to  leave. She said her goodbyes, gave her favorite cowboy a kiss, and  told Him that she hoped to hear from him. She left with a smile  on her face as she turned to wave at everyone. She headed to her  little apartment across the river. She did not think he would  call, although she hoped. She lived alone except for her little  dog, Tony. He was her little companion and always excited to see  her. Tonight she told him all about the Handsome gentleman she  had met. Tony watched her as she talked and moved about the room  getting ready for bed. She hung up her clothes, put away her  jewelry and shoes and then headed to the bathroom to take her  shower. She finished her shower, put her hair up, and her  nightshirt on and climbed into bed. She glanced at her phone  and noticed that she had a message. She hoped it was from him,  but that would be expecting too much. 

 Him 

He watched her leave the little bar and wondered if he should  call. He was trying to figure out what excuse he could use to  call her tonight. There was no way that she would believe that he  needed more information about the concert and she certainly  would not believe that he had already gotten the tickets. The truth  was he just wanted to talk to her. He was in his hotel room, lying in bed and  thinking he wished she were there. Maybe he should just call her. They could  continue their conversation. He found that he was excited by this idea. He  picked up his cell phone and typed out a message. ( He was too nervous actually  call. She might pick up and then what? He might turn into a tongue tied  teenager. That would kill his carefully cultivated ‘suave’ manner.).  He asked her what she was doing, he told her that he was alone in his hotel  room, naked in his bed. Then he hit send before he could think about it. What  was he doing? Maybe he had too much to drink at the bar. Maybe he was being  adventurous? He really did not know. He just knew that he hoped she messaged  him back. He waited…… 

 Her 

She got out of the shower. Dried off and headed to her bedroom. She had been  daydreaming about him in the shower. How she wished had not had to go to work.  She might have road tripped to the casino and found a way to stay the night  with him. That had possibilities. She felt a shiver down her spine thinking  about him and how his hands might feel on the nape of her neck. Maybe trailing  down the small of her back. She needed to stop this. She was never going to be  able to go to sleep. She stopped and sighed, she could only hope that he was  unable to sleep as well. She finished her nightly ritual. She pulled her hair  back, put lotion on her legs, a spritz of perfume and then slid into her bed.  She looked at her phone and saw the blinking light. There was a message. She  hoped it was from him. She drew in her breath and picked up her phone. She slid her phone open and looked down. It was him. She could  not wait to see what he said. She opened the message. She laughed. He was in  bed naked. Wonder why he told her that? Hmmm…She got a great mental image.  

His warm naked body under the covers….she bet his chest would feel great under  her head. She would to feel his chest….lightly kiss his neck….then his shoulders,  working her way down…teasing him with her nails til he could stand it no more.  And then she would not let him touch her. She would push his hands  away…telling him no until she released him to touch her. She was getting  excited. She needed to text him back. She picked up her phone and began to  text him. She said that she got a very nice mental image of him naked and that  she was still warm and damp from her shower. She shaved her legs and other  things until they were very soft and smooth. She hit send. She was waiting to see  how he responded. She thought that maybe she might send him a picture of BOB,  that is of course, if he responded. She slid under the smooth sheets and  stretched a little…her body quivering a bit thinking of those beautiful hands  of his. ( She had a fetish about hands..). She laid back and felt for BOB under  the covers. She waited…. 

 Him 

He was laying in bed trying not to stare at his phone and will a message to  appear. He had sent her a message 15 minutes ago, what could possibly be taking  so long? Maybe he had read the signals wrong. Maybe she was not flirting. He  was out of practice flirting. Young men today would say that he had no  game. That was probably true. He had been seeing someone for quite a long  time. She had broken things off when it looked like he was dragging his feet  about marriage. His ex was definitely in his comfort zone. But his ex was not  on his mind at the moment. The blonde from the bar was foremost in his thoughts.  There was something about her. Something…..his eyes strayed to his phone…ring  damnit! And just like that, his phone went off. He was afraid to look. He  picked up his phone and looked at the screen. It was from her. He opened the  message and saw that she had commented that she was just out of the shower. He  read the message slowly…shaved legs and other parts….warm and soft….he could  feel his cock stirring. She was teasing him and she knew it. He could just  imagine the smile on her face as she typed out the message….that secret little  smile that women had when they were feeling their own sexiness. There was  power in that smile, in the text, in the way she said just enough to get his  senses overpowered. He wondered if she was as turned on as he was. He laid  there wondering what he should do next. Should he message her back? Should he  not message her back? This was getting out of his comfort zone. But for some  reason he was liking this, this stirring of emotion. He was like a  teenager…picking up his phone and thinking what he was going to say to her  next…he had to keep her talking. He started to type his next message…he  started thinking about those smooth legs wrapped around his waist, those eyes  looking up at him while he thrust his cock into her. Jesus…he needed to stop.  What the hell was going on? He started typing. He was fighting the urge to  stroke his cock. He needed both hands, one to text and one to hold the phone. He  was trying to figure out a way to use one hand to text. He dropped the phone.  He picked it back up and continued to type. Finally he finished the message, he thought  about those long nails trailing down his chest to his cock. His cock started to  jump thinking about it. He put his hand on his cock and started to stroke. He  should have given her his room number and told her to come to see him. He  wondered if she would have . He wondered, too, if he would have chickened out.  He would never know. He was afraid to ask her. He knew that. But now, he wished  he had. Even if they would have sat up talking all night, that in itself would  have been a heady experience. But he hesitated. Play it safe. It is what he  had done all his adult life. Play it safe, be discreet. It was who he was. Tonight,  he should not have been himself. Tonight he should have stepped out on the edge  and told her to come over. He could have ordered up some wine. They could have  talked for hours and then who knows what might have happened? But he could not  bring himself to do this. Possibly it was knowing that he has just broken up  with his long time girlfriend. Maybe it was enough to know that she would have  come if he asked. Maybe she was supposed to be like a blue rose; very rare and  very elusive. He was not sure. All he was sure of is that he was stroking his  cock and waiting for her to answer. The moments ticked by….. 

 Her 

She was laying under her warm sheets wondering what he was doing. She had sent  her reply quite a while ago. He had not answered yet. In the meantime, she had  grabbed BOB from under the covers and checked to see if he needed fresh  batteries. BOB had been her mainstay for many years. When all failed with men  in her life, BOB was there. He never gave her problems, he never came too early,  and when she was done….she put him away. But as nice as that was, she enjoyed  being touched. Skin on skin was something BOB just could not give her. If  anything, she missed being touched. Missed that human contact. She was like a  cat in that respect. She liked being touched when she wanted to be touched, but  when she wanted to be left alone; she wanted to be left alone. But right now, at  this moment, she wanted skin on skin. More importantly, she wanted his skin on  hers. His hands on her body, his lips on her neck. God, she wished he would  have asked her to come to his room tonight. She was laying there, thinking of  him and her phone vibrated. She put her toy down and picked up her phone. She  could not wait to see what he wrote. She was not disappointed. He was as  turned on as she was. Good. He was stroking his cock. She just got a really  great mental image. She wished she were there. She had a bit of the voyeur in  her. And it did give her a little thrill to know that she’d had that kind of  power over someone.  Unfortunately he was there and she was here. So she guessed the texting would have to do…for now. She picked up her phone to reply. She let him know she was fresh out of the shower and thinking about him. She let him know that she wished he was there with her; she even promised to be gentle. No biting or scratching…unless of course he asked nicely. (Damn that dominant side was making an appearance. She didn’t want to scare him off.) She wondered how he would respond when he saw that text? She hoped he would not get skittish. He seemed quite bold over texting considering he bolted in person. She could imagine him opening the message and thinking long and hard before he messaged back. She added a little kiss and a meow to the text and hit send. She lay there willing her phone to ding. She stared at the phone; maybe he went to sleep although she didn’t see how. She certainly couldn’t sleep. She looked at her toy on the bed and the phone and decided she would wait and see what he had to say. Damn! Why was he taking so long to reply? Maybe she scared him off? She crawled up under the covers and waited…she was just about to doze off when…Ding…she grabbed her phone and slid it open to check her messages…