Her body served notice that she should strongly consider moving her New Year's resolution up ten days. She unexpectedly wanted to get lost in that cleavage, perhaps never finding her way out. She didn’t care if it was only to see if she could get back in the game, and she pushed away a nagging thought of using this unsuspecting woman as a sedative.
Alice delighted in how smoothly the shirt tucked into tight black Levis, emphasizing a narrow waist cinched with a thick black belt and shiny gold buckle. She imagined yanking the shirt from the grasp of those tight jeans, playfully running her fingers along smooth fields of skin that would turn to goose bumps, and stealing through lush valleys to approach mountains of warm flesh that culminated into pebbled peaks. She stifled a giggle for thinking such lewd thoughts, but preferred it to her most recent preoccupation.
Alice jumped out of her sensual reverie when a deep, yet richly feminine voice could be heard above the music. "Evening. What can I get you?"
"Huh?" When she looked up into piercing blue eyes, Alice gulped. She knew she should probably stop staring, but she couldn't turn away. Heat rushed to her face and elsewhere.
"Would you like to see a menu?" The waitress's husky, sultry voice made it sound like an invitation. She glanced at Alice's lips then back up—securing their gazes. The penetrating look sent out the kind of vibes Alice was hoping for. Her gaydar was on high alert, and it felt great.
"Sure." Alice read the scripted lettering on the waitress's shirt. "Uh, what've you got, Bobby?"
"It depends. Are you hungry or just thirsty?" It was an innocuous question, but the suggestive way Bobby said it made Alice squirm in her chair.
"I'm ravenous. It's been way too long since I've had anything good to eat." Even though she was out of practice, it was nice to know that she hadn't forgotten how to flirt.
"We'll have to fix that."
Alice swore that Bobby winked before grabbing a menu from the nearby counter and handing it to her. "The jalapeno chicken breasts are tasty. They come with Monterey Jack cheese, smothered in onions and guacamole. It’s delicious, if you’re into hot and spicy." It was hard to miss when she emphasized "breasts," "tasty," and "hot."
Alice enjoyed playing along with Bobby's banter. What did she have to lose? Besides, she yearned for the fun and spontaneity she had been too long without. The undercurrent of interest smoldering in Bobby’s eyes made Alice consider that what she lacked most of all was the affirmation that a desirable woman would find her sexually attractive enough to exert the effort to engage her in conversation, and maybe more. Somehow, she knew there was plenty to feast on beneath Bobby's clothing that would stimulate more than her taste buds. If her core temperature kept rising at this rate, she’d be a crisp in no time.
Despite the sudden tightness in her throat, Alice managed to say, "I have a special fondness for breasts. I’ll have that, please.” Without opening the menu, she handed it back to Bobby, reminding herself to let go.
"And what can I get you from the bar?"
"I don't know. Surprise me."
"You like peaches?"
"Love 'em. Nice, soft, round ones I can sink my teeth into." Alice lifted her hands as though holding two ripe peaches and pretended to take a bite.
Bobby laughed aloud. "That wasn't what I meant, but we have a drink you might like."
"Sure, I'll try anything once."
"Great. The adventurous type. Be back in a minute." She took leave and headed toward the bar.
Watching as Bobby spoke to the bartender, Alice caught an eyeful of her butt and saw how Bobby pushed strands of her layered hair behind her ear. Just then, she turned around and glanced in Alice's direction. Their eyes locked for a brief moment that felt like hours, and self-consciously, Alice looked away first. She felt a blush creep up her face at having been caught staring. It was hard to remember the last time she had been this instantly attracted to anyone. As if her world had shifted on its axis and extinguished the gravitational pull of her rut, she was ready to fly again. Only this time her wings were stronger. For the first time that evening—that month—heck, for the past year and a half, Alice forgot her heartache and felt lighter than air. Maybe seclusion wasn’t what she wanted after all. Her body relaxed one muscle fiber at a time. Could she be ready to move on? She hoped it wasn't just a rebound lurking around this corner, because she really wanted to get to know this woman. She could tell Bobby was sizing her up, and she loved that feeling.
As if from habit, Bobby pushed her hair behind her ear again. Alice could really get into putting her hands through the silky waves, tracing high cheekbones with her finger, touching wet, parted lips…
With drink and cocktail napkin in hand, Bobby walked back to the table. "Let me know what you think." She put the whiskey tumbler down.
Alice sniffed it. "What's it called?"
"Dublin Peach."
Alice took a sip. "Yum! Is there Amaretto in here too?" Bobby nodded. "How did you know I love Amaretto?" Alice drank some more.
"Lucky guess. It has Jameson whiskey, Amaretto, vanilla Schnapps, peach puree, sugar, and lemon juice. Glad you like it." She made no move to leave. "What's that great scent you're wearing? I've never smelled anything quite like it."
"It's an assortment of fine fragrances. I work at the Christian Dior counter at Macy's." She sniffed her wrist. "This one is Escada from the Givenchy counter across from mine." She raised her wrist, and Bobby inhaled deeply, which Alice found sexy.
"And this one is J'Adore from my counter." She let Bobby have a whiff of her other wrist. "I tested too many scents to count. I can't remember the names of all of them."
"Well, the combo suits you."
"Thanks. You smell like you're wearing Beautiful by Estee Lauder."
"Nah, the only scent I carry around is beer and liquor." They both laughed. "Be right back with your order." She paused. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Alice."
"Nice to meet you, Alice." Bobby held out her hand. Alice gladly shook it then reluctantly let go.
"I've never seen you in here before. Are you new in the neighborhood?"
"No, I live a couple of miles away. In Hicksville. I was on my way home from work. This place looked inviting, so I stopped in."
"I’m glad you did.”
The cook stuck his head out of the kitchen door and rang a bell. Bobby nodded in his direction. "Your order's ready. Be back in a sec."
Bobby placed the plate in front of Alice. The entree sizzled like its server. Tantalizing smells of chili peppers and fried onions made Alice's mouth water. "This looks great, thanks." She wished Bobby could join her, but she seemed to be a one-woman show, with only two other staff members Alice could spot. Another couple had come in and were busy removing their coats. Bobby turned to leave, but Alice detained her by saying, "You have the same name as the bar. What's up with that?"
"I own this joint." A cocky grin accompanied her words.
"No kidding? And you waitress too?"
"Not usually. Just filling in. I gave my full-timer the night off to shop."
"Cool. Nice boss."
Encouraged by Bobby's genuine smile, Alice said, "I love what you did with the decorations."
"Thanks." Bobby hesitated, seemingly at a loss for words. "Well, I have a couple more customers. Besides, I better let you eat before those breasts get cold. Enjoy." She went to wait on the latest newcomers, and Alice had a tough time concentrating on her food. Yes, the drink was going to her head, but the intoxication was more the result of one incredible bar owner named Bobby.
The young lovers had put on a Rap song, and Alice found herself dancing in her seat in time to the music. She wasn't usually a big fan of Rap, but tastes could change. Her body rocked to the pulsating beat. Everything sounded better, looked brighter, and smelled more enticing, courtesy of Bobby and her Bar and Grill. Savoring every sip of her Dublin Peach, she felt the warmth move downward and settle somewhere in her crotch.
Bobby was busy, but she s
topped by often to inquire about Alice's dinner. Alice reassured her it was perfect. "How long have you been the owner?" Alice asked, genuinely interested in everything about her.
"I worked here to put myself through college and bought it when Vince Foggia, the previous owner, retired a few years ago. This is more or less my life. I live alone, so I don't mind the long hours."
"I can certainly relate to that," Alice said more to herself.
“Can relate to what? Living alone or working long hours?”
“Both.” There, she’d admitted it. And it pleased her to know they had something in common.
They chatted on and off while Bobby schmoozed with the regulars and greeted the few stragglers who came in. She automatically replenished Alice's drink and said it was on the house.
Alice enjoyed watching Bobby move. Enraptured by each delectable feature of the breathtaking brunette, she was surprised when Bobby announced last call. Glancing at her watch, Alice couldn't believe the time, or that even after two Dublin Peaches, her new favorite drink, she was wide awake.
She headed over to the ladies room when Bobby intercepted her to inquire, "Why don't you stick around while I clean up? If you want to, that is."
"Sure. Be right back." She nodded toward the door that said "Women."
"Great."
Alice checked her reflection in the mirror. The staggered cut made her baby-fine hair seem fuller, especially when gelled just right. Fortunately, it still looked good even after she'd worked all night and been out in the snow. She touched up her makeup, wiped off the soft pink lipstick, and replaced it with clear lip-gloss. Satisfied that her appearance was passable, she headed back out.
The bar was empty and dim. Even the bartender and cook had vanished. Alice felt like she was in Wonderland again and the fairytale was about to begin. With only the Christmas lights on, and a slow romantic tune playing on the jukebox, she was intensely aware of every tingle in her body.
The tingle became a thrum, which became a beat, and then a thud, when Bobby came up behind her and whispered in a low, raspy voice, "Want to dance?"
"I thought you'd never ask." She offered her hand and was nearly swept off her feet. They melted into each other's arms, breast-to-breast and hip-to-hip, as Bobby led her around the floor. The way she anticipated her moves made it seem as if they’d danced together before.
Bobby sang along with Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight, breathing the words into Alice's ear, and she thought Bobby was wonderful too. Floating as if by magic, Alice allowed herself to get carried away. With each step her heart began to fill. Her mind rejoiced at this pleasant change of tune. She'd always longed to have someone feel about her the way Eric Clapton felt about his beautiful lady. It was unbelievable; she couldn’t have a better dream than being in the arms of this sexy stranger who was busy caressing her ego and serenading her heart with a love song. Bobby's voice registered sensuous, smooth tones in perfect pitch. Her soft fragrant breath caressed Alice's cheek. Melancholy sailed away, leaving only hunger and desire in its wake.
The song ended much too soon, but feeling Bobby’s hand in hers as she escorted Alice over to the bar was a wonderful substitute.
"Can I get you another drink?"
"Water would be nice, thanks."
Bobby filled a glass with ice and sprayed some water over it with the nozzle. Holding the filled glass in one hand, she grabbed a beer with the other and gestured with her chin toward a table. "Why don't we sit?"
When they had settled in their seats facing each other, Alice said, "You have a lovely voice."
Bobby leaned in closer, resting on her elbows with her hands around her bottle. "Thanks. I used to sing here on weekends when old man Foggia was still around."
"You don't sing anymore?"
"Nah, no time. I have enough to keep me busy." She took a long swig of her beer, and then peered intently into Alice's eyes. "So, why does a beautiful woman like you live alone?"
Alice was reluctant to spoil the mood, but at Bobby’s insistence, she told her the whole depressing story. The biggest shock was how quickly she felt better sharing and shedding her tale of woe. Bobby was a good listener, but Alice was too.
"Your turn, Bobby."
"It's been a long time since I've had anyone serious in my life. I didn't know what I was missing. Until now." Bobby took Alice's hands in her own and rubbed her thumbs over Alice's knuckles.
The next number played on the jukebox. "Oooh, I love this song," Alice said, brightening.
Bobby stood, put out her hand, and led Alice to the dance floor. Strong hands pulled her in and thirsty lips searched for a tender kiss, but soon their tongues danced in time to the music. Alice wrapped her arms around Bobby's muscular body and their kiss deepened. The tune faded into the background as Bobby pulled Alice's blouse loose and slid her hands under it. Alice trembled from head to toe.
"You're so beautiful," Bobby said against Alice's hair. "I want you so bad."
Her breath caught in her throat. "Me too." Alice kissed her with all that she felt and all that she desired. She hadn’t realized how she had suffered more from loneliness than lack of sex. While she was starved for attention and affection, and Bobby attracted her beyond her physical need, she wouldn’t turn down a quick interlude or two.
Their passion built when Bobby backed Alice up to one of the booths and lifted her onto the polished wood table in one easy step. Alice was giddy with anticipation. The Christmas lights outdoors blinked through the window and played their surreal light across the booth and flittered about Bobby's intent face. Alice knew this was Wonderland.
Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and reached around to unhook her bra. Not bothering to take either off, she pushed fabric up and out of the way. Alice moaned when her bra glided past her swollen nipples, which hardened beneath insistent fingers. If Alice had any reservations, she quickly forgot them. She wanted this woman: heart, mind, body, and soul, and if she was going to start with the body, so be it. She reached for Bobby's belt.
"Not yet.” Bobby slid her hands along lean thighs and pushed Alice's skirt up, assisted only by a wiggle of her rear end in order to release the skirt from underneath. She pulled off Alice's black pumps and let them drop to the floor. Grasping the waistband, Bobby tugged off the silken hose and caressed her way down smooth legs, careful not to miss any spots. Radiant heat followed the hand trail, which ignited and then taunted sensitive spots until Alice could no longer stifle her laughter. It had been years since she’d giggled.
"You're ticklish, hmmm? I'll have to remember that." Bobby moved up to kiss her again and ran neatly trimmed fingernails along the skin of her side from her hip to under her arm. Alice didn’t laugh this time. Instead she arched her head back, allowing Bobby access to sniff the mixture of fine perfume and taste the exposed flesh of her neck. She pointed to behind her ear, and Bobby obliged with tormenting strokes of her tongue beneath Alice’s earlobe and wondrously just below to a more responsive portion of her neck. It was one of many erogenous zones that sent shivers down her spine and rendered her useless for anything other than that of a sex slave to the woman responsible for causing her rapture. Alice lost herself further when Bobby worked her way down to the slopes of her breasts, and just as she’d hoped, she placed kisses around each deep pink peak, and then sucked at each breast before taking tender bites of the hardened nipples. Once again, Alice tried to undo Bobby's belt, needing to feel her too.
"Not yet, baby," she said, continuing to feast on Alice's soft skin.
Alice's clit throbbed, and she ached for release. She thrust her crotch into Bobby's belt and groaned at the incredible feeling of the buckle against her engorged center. Bobby removed the cotton panties, adorned with pictures of reindeer and Jingle Bells, lyrics and all, and brought the colorful fabric to her nose.
"Cute," she said with a goofy grin, clearly amused by Alice’s embarrassment, but not put off as she continued her titillating caresses. She dropped the underwear on the booth seat, wrapped an a
rm around Alice's waist, and pulled her closer. Then she slipped her hand against Alice's most intimate recesses and spread slick lips with her fingers. Careful not to touch Alice’s clit, Bobby worked around it, saving the best for last.
Alice thrust her hips closer to Bobby’s hand, trying desperately to get relief. The teasing reached a crescendo, and just when she was about the burst, Bobby removed her hand and tasted Alice’s hot center. Alice grabbed fistfuls of her hair and moaned while the seductress drank up all her juices only to be replenished as her heightened arousal dictated. Thank heavens that Bobby had an endless thirst. It was like the fountain of lust kept pouring out from her molten depths. How had she assumed for a minute that she had experienced such bliss before this moment? The mere thought of being seen to on top of a table, in an uncurtained bar, with a lovely stranger, caused her to spill more of her juices.
Bobby must have sensed her intense ache because she increased her rhythm as she switched from her mouth and used every part of her hand, rocking the heel back and forth, using her fingers in just the right speed and pressure, which caused Alice’s clit to jump and her pussy to tighten in perfect harmony. “Please…oh, God…” Alice’s words were lost to a kiss, and her legs spread farther apart.
She gripped the ends of the table to keep from flying off. Her body shook fiercely in the throes of passion, want, need, fury to come, not being able to hold anything back, but hating for it to end. Alice’s internal struggle didn’t stand a chance against Bobby’s prowess. As slick fingers moved in and out of her opening, she whimpered, softly at first, but with more gusto when Bobby stopped the rocking motion. She became more vocal when Bobby slowly curved her fingers down through wet curls to cup her sex. One finger slid into soaked tender flesh, parting and exposing it all. Alice opened herself as wide as she could, panting as the ache intensified.
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