You lift the glass to your mouth and clumsily take it in. A full mouthful enters you but in your inebriation the message from your brain to your mouth is delayed and you only realise the taste of the liquid is not water too late.
There’s nothing you can do, you swallowed.
‘What is that?’
You ask the woman as you place the glass on the table.
‘It’s just water... honestly’
You look at her mistrustfully.
‘Perhaps the glass is dirty?’
You pick up the glass again and give it a sniff, it doesn’t really smell of anything and you can’t really think what it tasted like, you take another sip and pause. It does taste like water but what confused you before? You look back at her quizzically and shake it off. You must have been wrong.
‘Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking’
She smiles forgivingly
‘Do you feel ok now?
‘Yes, much steadier thanks.’
Your attention turns back to her again and you notice how she is sitting in the other chair with her legs lightly crossed and her dress riding up just slightly to reveal the soft fleshy skin of her underbum.
‘Do you come here often?’ She asks you
‘No, I’ve not been here before’ you think bitterly back to the girl you met yesterday who stood you up this evening. She had suggested coming here and now you can’t drive back because you’ve had too much to drink.
‘What’s brought you here then?’ The woman persists in making conversation.
You respond explaining that it had been a date before, out of courtesy, asking her the same questions.
‘I live just down the road from here, I don’t have to drive then...’
You find yourself checking this woman out again and decide to have a go.
‘What do you do?’ You find yourself scrabbling for a conversation topic she will like.
‘I am a dog trainer, I have a kennels and a small training school’
She continues describing the sort of work she does and you loose focus as you feel a light heat in your loins building. This is a good sign, you like this woman and your horny. Only trouble is that the heat is gathering momentum and if you’re not careful you’ll have an erection to deal with.
You adjust your position to let the pressure of your boxers clamping your cock release a little but find it simply rubs and encourages you engourged member.
Breaking eye contact you glimpse down to see that it is showing through your jeans that you have a boner. Quickly looking back up you see that her eyes had followed yours and that she is now staring straight at it.
You freeze and feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. You don’t know what to say other than mumbling
‘Sorry, doesn’t normally happen like that, it’s cos I’m drunk’
The woman looks back into your eyes and to your slight relief smiles
‘Well well young man, looks like someone’s getting a little over excited’
You are apologetic now and stand to leave, well you attempt to stand but stumble and slump back into the chair.
‘Come on, up you get’
She says with a groan and she’s suddenly under you arm and helping you up. She leads you to the door of the bar before helping you outside. The briefest thought that your car is not in the direction she is guiding you fades as she leads you out onto the small lane by the bar and into the darkness. You feel a lot drunker now and focusing is hard as you hear the woman ushering you along.
You resign to her instructions until you reach a doorway. A blinding light hits you as she flicks her hallway light on.
‘Are you coming in then?’