A trip to the bar - Sex Stories

A trip to the bar

There are only a handful of people in the bar when I walk in. The bartender gives me a grin and a nod, guess that happens when you are a regular. The waitress comes over and takes my order. That is what I like about this place, it is attached to a very nice hotel so the dress of the waitress is quite, well cross between professional and slutty. The blouses are open showing lots of cleavage and the skirts are short with heels. If I wasn’t married I would be taking one of these hotties home. After my second drink I notice a gentleman sitting at the bar. He is dressed in a suit but as typical the tie is gone and the top button of his collar is open. He looks like he is getting ready for a GQ shoot or something. He looked over his shoulder and I caught him giving me a glance. Thinking nothing of it I turned my attention back to the television. Getting close to the end of my drink the gentleman walks over and sets one on my table. “I noticed you were just about done so I thought I would beat the waitress to your refill” Thanks I said looking at the drink he set on my table. “Mind if I sit?” he asks Not really in the mood for company I look up at him with a fuck you look but he smiles and doesn’t seem to care. Sure I mumble and he takes a seat. He introduces himself and tells me his is in town for a conference with some of his coworkers. I don’t really pay much attention; in fact I don’t even catch his name. He tries to make conversation but I tune him out until he asks what ...

... brings you in here tonight? “Argument with my wife” I snap “Yeah that’s what the bartender said.” I look him in the eye with the thought of knocking him out; he smiles and says the bartender told me you show up here after fighting with your wife. Sorry to hear that you just looked like you needed somebody to talk to. “Do I have I need somebody to talk to written on my forhead or something?” getting a bit more pissed off. “No” he says “honestly I thought you were hot and I wanted to talk to you” I was a bit dumfounded. I can’t even imagine the look on my face somewhere between what the fuck did this guy just hit on me and your gay ass better back off. For some reason the words you thought I was hot huh, escaped my lips. A nod was his only response. “Well I didn’t come in here to be picked up tonight” I grin at him From that point on he starts to ask some questions and just listens. He seems to want to know all about me. Where I am from what I do for a living almost like a guy trying to pick up a woman at the bar. Then came the 64 dollar question. “So what did you and your wife argue about?” “Money as usual. She lost her job a while ago so she set out to start her own business and it has been a slow go. I am getting to the point I would do just about anything for some extra cash to pay the bills and keep the piece.” I babble. He looks up toward the ceiling and mumbles “just about anything?” I polish off my drink and say yup. He buys me another drink and we talk some more. Then ...