I’m a brunette, stand about 5’4”, size D tits, and a nice ass. Goin’ to the bar tonight. Got all dressed up to go out with my girls. I wore my hair down, straight, black cowboy hat. Makeup awesome! Black and white eyeshadow, crimson lips and nails, and dark blush on my cheeks. My top *giggles A red and black leather corset, silver and black laces up the front, the choker is red with chains looping from it. Red leather shorts that makes my ass cheeks hang out a little. I put on my black leather chaps and biker boots just to complete the ensemble. Yeah I’m looking pretty fucking HOTT!!!!

Me and my wing girls arrive at the bar. We gotta make the rounds because a lot of people know us. Got a few free drinks out of em. Me and my girls go to our spot and scope out the dance floor. “Sigh, no one really out there.” I flop down in a chair, throw my boots on the table, and turn up my beer. *Sigh Really?

Talking to my girls an we decided to play a game of pool. My right wing girl racks em up, I break. I lean down to position myself and my stick and a guy catches my eye. Needless to say my breaks goes to shit, the cue ball shoots across the room and hits some guy in the head. The poor guy that got hit wasn’t happy and I didn’t care. I tell my girls I’m going scouting and toss my other wing girl my stick.

I strut over to the bar, “I need another one.” Bartender hands me a fresh beer and I turn, lean against the bar, and look for him. I spot him at the card table, flipping cards. “Damn….” I lick my lips and my eyes glaze over. He has a sly look on his face with a small smirk. Sexy. He is wearing gold rimmed glasses. Hmmm….. Yeah thats long hair in that pony tail. He shakes hands with his opponent, gets up, and takes his hair down. Oh my Gods his hair is beautiful. If I could touch it I know it would be so soft. He walks toward the bar. His posture, his stride so sexy. His frame is perfect, shoulders are broad, chest is wide. Mmm I bet there is hair sprinkled on that chest. His hips, yeah those would fit perfect. I could see my nails raking down his stomach. I whisper, “Mine.”

As if he just heard what I said he turned and looked at me. Unlike most men he looked at my head first, then all the way down and back up. I smile at him… sheepish…. WTF?? Me sheepish? Oh Gods. I had drained two bottles watching him, now this one was almost gone. I hold it up and look disappointed. He grins and walks over to the bar and says, “A beer for the cowgirl biker and one for me.”

We got our bottles and I clanged mine against his, “Thanks YOU.”

“You’re welcome Miss.”

“How was the card game?”

“Got a good deck. It won.”

“Congratulations then. Win anything?”

“No, played just for fun.