Neighbours - Chapter 53 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 53

The cab dropped me off at the bar, and it looked just like its name and online description had suggested. It was the prototypical sports bar, kind of dim inside with a constant input of sound from the ubiquitous television screens. The wait staff were dressed in a uniform of tight black short shorts and even tighter black-and-white striped tops with deeply plunging necklines. It was nearly impossible not to be distracted by the constant display of their bodies.

I slipped in and started to make a slow circuit of the bar, trying to locate David. I didn’t seem at all at first, and I started to worry that he had already left. If Liam was being honest with me, he would have no reason to know I was coming or wait for me to arrive.

I finally found him halfway through my second circuit around the bar. Unfortunately, he was not alone. He was seated with three other men, all sharing pints of beer being poured out of a shared pitcher. It seemed like they had been there for a little while and like they had no plans to leave soon.

I found a seat at the bar where I could keep an eye on them, and the stool immediately reminded me of the plug inside my ass. I thought of it as a torment, but also a good reminder of why I was there. The bartender, similarly dressed and similarly buxom as the waitresses, was all smiles and flirting as she took my order and brought me a beer. It was impossible not to glance at her cleavage, but my mind truly was on different things now.

David’s ...

... group were chatting and laughing and giving some attention to the baseball game displayed on every screen around the room. I nursed my beer, trying not to be too obvious, as I watched them and waited for any opportunity. At long last, after a couple innings played, David stood up, shared one more joke with his friends, and then strolled towards the back of the bar where I had seen the signs for the washrooms.

I watched him go and then waited a minute or two before sliding down off my stool to follow him. I walked slowly, biding my time, and managed to time it so that I was just entering the back hall as he was pushing open the door at the end of it. We met about halfway and, while he looked up at me briefly, I could tell that he didn’t recognize me at all. In that instant, I had to summon the courage to take the initiative.

“David?” I said, quizzically.

“Yes?” he answered, surprised. He stopped walking for the moment so that we remained alone in the small stretch of hallway.

“Uhm, hello. You probably don’t remember, or really recognize me. I’m Chris, uhm, Crissy from yesterday. At, at the hotel?”

His face froze for a moment, but then his lips curled into a smile.

“Well well well, Crissy. You really do look different when not… dressed up to meet people.”

“Yes, that’s true,” I agreed.

“So, is that what happens when I idly mention to Liam that I can’t meet him for lunch? He lets you know where I am?”

I had to take a deep breath, forcing myself to say these ...