Her heel dangled from her toes as she nervously ticked her ankle. I could tell she was starting to get braver herself when she let the shoe drop to th... floor and her toes began to slowly stroke his calf under his pant leg. Her touch can be electric and I smiled when the guy seemed to jump when her toes crept slowly up his leg. He even took his hand up from her thigh, and took a drink, confidant that he was in with the sexy MILF sitting alone in a dark sport bar. His hand disappeared up to his. He bartender came over to me with a third drink. I told him I did not order it, but he told me it was on him. I thanked him and started to drink it. it again was strong, but very tasty. the man who was chuckling with the bartender came over and sat next to me. hi, he said, then pointed to my drink and said watch out those are very addictive. I smiled back and said yes, they taste so good. we chatted a while as the bartender serving the few other men in the place. my new friend bought me fourth. But in a nice way. A very nice way. She was in her early twenties. Glamorous doll face. Wide smile. Deep blue eyes. Pouty, full lips painted bright cherry red. Spectacular body. Busty. Leggy. 5’10” tall. 38DD-24-38. Big braless breasts swinging and bouncing as she walked. Thick, wavy, platinum blonde hair. Like Marilyn Monroe. Wearing a bright red, stretch lycra, micro minidress with a deep V-neckline, spaghetti straps, and a plunging open back. So short that it barely covered her tight buns in. I hated to walk too far in high heels and a tight skirt, but the day had gone badly. No new customers, no leads, not a whole lot to be wasting my time over. Since I now owned the company and employed four people, it was my job to drum up business. I hated spinning wheels worse than anything.I pictured the cool quiet of the bar and the ice cold feeling that the alcohol would have as it slid slowly down my throat. Almost erotic. Erotic would be nice, too. I hadn't been with anyone for about two.