Impromptu Meeting

“Through her erotic haze, she experienced a vague sense of self-awareness. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before, and yet she hadn’t even thought about what she was doing.

The first time I saw her, she is perched on a bar stool on the smallest little ass I have seen. She looks eighteen or nineteen, but I found out later that she is a business owner, and thirty four. My body guard spotted her first, John! See that one at the bar?” ” Yes?” ” Spinner!” I chuckled immediately as I took another sip of my scotch. Although I had never heard that expression before, I knew exactly what he meant. He means that she is so tiny that in a cowgirl position and tucking in her knees, you could just spin her around impaled on your cock… a spinner! Crude remark perhaps, but just stuff between guys and not meant to be shared in any other company or context. The problem is that she looks sweet, and as far as I can tell she is alone, nursing a vodka tonic that appears to be her first and only. I’m thinking that she just stopped in for a quick drink to relax. Her short dress.. black one… defines a perfect little ass. Nice legs in high heels completes the vision. I am guessing that she tops out at somewhere just under five feet and about a hundred… mmm, maybe ninety-five pounds! She has perfectly shaped black hair down just past shoulder-length. A pink ribbon pulls her hair away from her face … I actually kinda like that look … school-girlish! From what I can see of her face from my angle, she is attractive! No, make that very attractive!

I need to know her! I slide off my stool and away from our table; sidle up next to her stool and say, ” Buy you another, doll?” She looks me up and down with a very obvious appraisal, smiles and says, ” Mmm, no thanks. You’re a little to old for me, but I just stopped in for a quick one.” ” Well, how about something else? A burger? A car? A house?” She giggles and asks, ” Are you hitting on me?” Always being straightforward I answer with a confident smile,
” Um, yes!” I smile, ” Thing is, I think you are very attractive and quite frankly, would just be interested in getting to know you.” ” That’s very flattering, but not today. I appreciate the effort though!” I hear Gil chuckling. She notices too, and says, ” Friend of yours?” ” Yes, that is my body guard, Gil. I’m John, by the way.” ” Well John, it was very nice to meet you, but I have to get going. Bye!” I decide to take matters into my own hands. In the time it takes her to get her purse out and pay her tab, and get to the front door, I am already waiting for her outside. The sidewalk is busy, but as soon as she appears outside the place I have my car door open, with my arm outstretched. ” May I give you a ride home?” She covers her mouth with a hand; to stifle a giggle and her surprise, Smiling, she says, ” Okay, okay! Um, I do have some time. In the car, ” Taylor! I like it. She laughs and says, ” I want to call you John! Is that alright?” ” Fine by me!”

We end up spending an hour at the coffeehouse, just talking and laughing. She is a delightful person, with a terrific sense of humor and a quick wit. She is the owner of a small business. I tease her about wearing high heels so she will at least be taller than her desk. She slugs me in the arm with her tiny fist for teasing her and giggles a little. ” That’s very funny John, but I have actually heard that one before… about a dozen times actually!” ” I doubt that!” I challenge her. ” Well, okay, that’s an exaggeration, but I have heard it before.” She admits. ” I was so hoping to come up with an original insult for a woman I just met!” I tease her. I find out that she is four-foot ten, and ninety-two pounds. She is about six months away from her thirty fifth birthday, but she looks so much younger. I decide not to tell her about the ‘spinner’ comment from Gil, since she might misconstrue my interest in her. I lose track of what she is saying at one point in the conversation, just staring into her dark eyes, and searching her pretty face with mine. I get caught when she asked a question that I missed, ” John! Did you hear what I asked? I asked about your job!”

I tell her exactly why my attention wandered … looking at her, admiring her pretty face … and she smiles sweetly, idly running her fingertips through the hair on my forearm says, ” Oh, John. That’s so sweet!” She looks at my watch and says, ” I have to get going but you can take me home! It’s just a couple more blocks.” We had a club sandwich with our drinks, and I left a nice tip for the waitress, and we walked out. On the way to her apartment, I asked her out for Friday night. By way of answering me, she fishes a pen out of her purse takes my hand, and turning it over writes her number on my palm.