There is this nice quiet lesbian dominated bar in old town Denver. I think of it as a piano bar, however they only play sides of music that are very mellow and relaxing. Rarely do I think about hooking up, more I like to share drinks with my own kind, even if we do not know each other.
I have been approached a few times, but I have to admit I am very picky in my romantic encounters.I sit by myself in a red vinyl booth sipping a dirty martini and watching the night unfold about me.I watch the seekers come in and the opportunist descend on them and walk them out. I must be crazy because I am only interested in true love. I want a lasting relationship or nothing at all.
Then it happened, A blonde with full lips and slim body waltz in and caught my attention. I felt an immediately pulse down below. I knew in an instant that I had to approach her before the ref-raf did.
It has been quite sometime since a woman has aroused me, especially just by looks.
My weekly attendance and loyalty to the establishment garnered me some privileges. I raised my hand and gave Meagan the bar wench the signal to buy the blonde a drink and tell her it was from me. Not two minutes later the blonde approached me to thank me for them drink. I only call her bar wench as a joke we established months ago.
"Thank you for the drink, do we know each other?" She asked as we met each others eyes. "No but I like to welcome all women to the bar, enjoy the drink"
"May I sit and join you , and perhaps buy you one in return?"
By now I had my eyes on her C cup breast and her near perfect ears. "Please sit, I should have offered before,"
Extending her hand she said " MY name is Erica."
"Marie " I said as gently felt her grasp. For a second I felt lightning in her touch.My lesbian sensors clicked up a notch.
She was wearing a glittery t shirt that said "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Her jeans clung to her hips like they were born there. .Her breast filled out her blouse and I filled in the blanks.