The business card sat in the centre console of my car for almost a week. There were a lot of questions. How did this work, was there a three day rule to wait, was I making assumptions, did they just want to catch up for drinks or was I I reading much to far into the whole situation.
By Thursday I finally bit the Bullitt and decided to send a massage through. If I didn't get a response, no harm no foul.
"So how did you two party animals pull up?" I wrote. The message sent.
I wasn't expecting a response but to my surprise, moments later my phone vibrated. The small envelope symbol appeared in the top left of my screen and I swiped down to retrieve it.
"Haha I survived, no thanks to you and your bar tending. Sarah on the other hand, you left her in quite a state. She didn't get out of bed all day"
We talked back and forth for a while until agreeing to meet up that Saturday night.
I found myself a stool at the bar. It was a interesting spot they had picked. Dark and moody, dimmed lights scattered throughout the room. I ordered a drink and began to people watch. A few couples, a group of friends, an awkward date. It's always fun to imagine the conversation and situations those people are having.
My phone buzzed. It was from an unknown number. "Just running a few minutes late, I'll be there soon" It read.
Upon reading that I became a little excited. It was now much more real, it was all about to happen.
Sarah walked into the bar, Dark shoulder length hair, a black coat covering a figure hugging emreld green dress with lace sleeves.
We caught eyes and she strolled over to me. I stood up and, she smiled, I wrapped my arm around her waist and lower back and we kissed on the cheek. She held there longer than expected.
"I like this" I said motioning to the dress as my hand slid from her waist back to my side. I did like it, it was tight and seductive, elegant.
Sarah moved to sit on the bar stool next to mine, she crossed one leg over the other, her shiny anklet catching the lights above the bar.
Mark running late? I ask.
He's tried up unfortunately and can't be with us but he sends his regards. She said coyly
Sarah ordered a drink and we begin talking about the previous saturday night.
We continue to talk until I bring up that mark had given me his card and asked if we could all catch up.
I told mark to do that she said. Im glad to see he can follow my requests.
Why did you tell him to do that? I asked
I was having fun on Saturday and I didn't want it to end.
We continued to talk l, I could tell Sarah was trying to steer the conversation towards More racey topics, did bar tending make it easy to meet women, did I have a girlfriend etc. I was enjoying the game and played along.
My assumptions appears to be correct, this didn't appear to be a friendly catch up.
Eventually we edged towards to topic of sex and things became interesting.
Sarah explained that Mark had confined he had always wanted to see Sarah with another man while he watched.
This wasn't a foreign topic to me, I was aware of the lifestyle but had thought it really only existed in porn, not the real world.
Sarah continued that although not keen on the idea initially, over the following months she she had thought about it more and more until last Saturday night when she decided she wanted to try out this fantasy of Marks.
We continued with drinks and flirted for a while until we were both rather relaxed. This was an issue as I had driven to the bar and could no longer drive home, by the way the conversation was going it didn't sound like I'd be driving home tonight anways.
I explained to Sarah that I'd have to leave my car over night, she retorted that we could share a taxi insted
We made our way towards the door, Sarah ahead of me. My eyes transfixed on her amazing legs and tight little ass in that dress. Being that I was drunk I don't think I was being very subtle about it but as Sarah was in the same state, she either didn't notice or didn't mind.
We headed outside and walked towards a taxi that had just droped of three women.
We both hoped into the back seat of the cab. Where do you live? I ask.
Sarah leans her head on the nape of my neck, her hand on my leg to support herself. 38 Xxxxx street she says to the driver and we take off into the night.
Pt. 3 to come
James xx
