In June of 1975, I made a misguided attempt at a bar pickup in New York. Actually, technically, I did pick her up. I was twenty and she was about twenty-six.Somehow, I convinced Charlotte to take me back to her nearby walk-up apartment. She cock-teased me by doing a striptease, and then she had me masturbate on a couch as she watched. Then, in a very abrupt and unsubtle way, she threw me out.At that time, I had a girlfrie...

"The Bar," was really just that, a bar in a no-frills neighborhood joint populated by a young, knowledgeable in-group making the late-night scene. Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York's Financial District. The actual bar was small, patrons clustered around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers. The drinks were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music b...

I thought it was going to be a slow, boring Saturday night. I had gone to a little hole in the wall where I sometimes go. I like it there on Fridays and Saturdays, when they have blues bands. I was sitting at the bar, talking to the owner and her husband. I had danced a few times, but nothing was really happening. I was really just enjoying the band. She walked in about midnight. She was a dirty-blond-haired woman about f...

You will remember that my friend and I had left with the possibility of meeting again sometime. What I neglected to add to the first story and hence the title was the fact that I was a married man. Mary( not her real name) had been recently divorced.Well I did manage to get back to her town, and tried to call her but got no answer. I guess I should tell you that this was back in the day when not everyone carried a phone....

I was on the road a few years ago, and had checked into a hotel. I went out for a drink at a local bar I had heard about. It was a cozy little bar in an apartment complex. I had not seen one of those before, and had my doubts as to whether it would be any good or not, but I decided to try it anyway.While sitting there enjoying my drink, I happen to notice a very pretty lady sitting all alone in the corner. Having had a fe...

It was aching. Her pussy was aching for some good, old fashioned affection, and her tongue flexed across the roof of her mouth. Practicing for when she had the pair of pussy lips in front of her that belonged to the angel across the room. Jennifer could see from here the perfect little dimples squinting as the raven haired angel laughed. Her black locks hung in a contemporary style, not attention drawing, but that was the...