I took a job as a bouncer in a small town at a local bar that seemed to attract younger bar flies. Hence, why they needed a bouncer. It was not a dream job but it was a good “spare change” type of job. And the scenery was not too bad either. Working in this type of industry, you eventually get to know the regulars. I figured that would happen but I did not figure I would get to know this regular this well.
Sara was a regular at the bar. She was kind and sweet with a smile that would melt a glacier. We would toss a couple of words back and forth on her way out the door for a smoke but never really too much conversation ever happened. One day our small conversations turned sexual and I will never forget it. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she knew what she was doing but she openly expressed her feelings on how she liked to be choked while getting fucked. It was not our normal conversation but it was harmless…or was it?
She was an average average height, thin, brunette with dark brown eyes. She carried a small petite frame that had tiny curves in all of the right places. Her breasts were small but nice to look at through a halter top. She had the most beautiful smile though. One that would just keep me staring into those dark brown eyes
A long time had gone by without me seeing her at the bar and I was getting tired of the bouncer thing and needed a change, so I quit. I had made a lot of friends at the bar, from staff to regulars, and decided that I would return the following to say my final goodbyes as a patron rather than an employee.
I had been there for about an hour or so and was getting ready to leave when she walked through the door. Our eyes locked immediately, she ran up and gave me a big hug. She jumped up on me and wrapped her legs around my body like I had just returned from overseas leave while she kissed me on the cheek. This was a first, she had never done that before.
“Wow! Missed me that much, huh?” I said.
“YES!” She replied! “Let’s go get a drink.”
We found a table and began to talk about life and what she had been up to for the last few months, and why she stopped coming around. We talked about my plans after leaving and where life was going to dump me off. We had downed a few drinks before I said that I was going to take off and that we should catch up again soon.
She replied, “How does the brewery sound?”
I said, “Good, when?”