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In the bedroom, Abbie, just turning thirty and starting to be unsure if still desired, finishes applying the last of the makeup. The lips, always the last. Starting with the brows, then mascara, the eyeshadow, eyeliner. Down to the powder and blush. Abbie really wishes didn’t need as much as that, but it is necessary to create the allusion. And now that the lipstick is added as the finishing touch, steps into the rather short dress, well mid-thigh, low neck to show off the new firm breasts enclosed in a lace shelf bra. The silk panties and sheer stockings attached to the garter belt finishes the look. Yes, still have a come-hither look to attract someone.Well, a little is pressing against the panties, but the flowing bottom of the dress will hide that.Ready, Abbie walks down about a half a block from the apartment. The bus comes, Abbie climbs on and walks toward the back, not really paying attention to anyone as she does. In a couple of miles, Abbie stands and walks forward to get off the bus at her stop. Abbie does feel someone coming down the aisle also and getting off. But Abbie but doesn’t look back. Within a block, Abbie is at the entrance of the club. Abbie’s favorite bar hangout on a Friday night. Not that anything had happened that way in a while. But Abbie on Fridays, like this, is always hopeful.Abbie finds a barstool to perch on near the bar stand. This is always a prime spot for chatting with those coming up for a drink. Or the barmaids getting an order for the tables.Truth be told, Abbie is not picky, while likes the men the best, Abbie could enjoy a woman if they became interested. Abbie is a slut in any way you want to take it. But is happy with any encounter found. Sometimes Abbie gets caught up thinking, ‘this is the one,’ but no relationship really lasts that long.Abbie looks so good tonight. There is a glow. Not totally aware, Abbie is primed to get more than ever could be imagined tonight, and in a way, best enjoyed.Meanwhile, Tim comes home from work for the day, thirty-four, a shy, a bit naïve, young man. Well, no, not so young anymore, but just not that experienced yet. The weekend ahead of him. And he has come to hate this time. Just sitting around with no real direction. Or giving in and going out with his mates, which never really feels filling enough.So wanting someone to share things. And sex. That is something Tim longs for. The few times he has never lasted long. He has this strange longing he can’t even express to himself about what he really wants.No, this weekend will be different. Tim is going to go out tonight and find someone, someone, to love tonight. Okay, perhaps not ‘love’ but to hopefully go all the way or close to with.So the dance is primed to begin. After an earlier stop, Tim stands at the entrance of the club. Not really understanding bursa escort what type of club it really is, he walks in. The first thing he sees as his eyes adjust to the light is the profile of this exquisite woman at the bar. One long leg crossed over the other, her dress lifted some from the stool that he can glimpse a bit of the top of her stocking and thigh showing.Her breasts, while not that large, see to stand up in her low-cut dress, giving off much more than a hint of her cleavage.Tim is hooked. Just from seeing her from afar, he feels something swelling in his pants. Well, not ‘something’ he knows what is happening, and he stands there for a minute, thank goodness it is dark in here, composing himself.The thing is he knows who she is. Not, ‘who’ she is, but for months he has gazed longingly at her as she rides the same bus back and forth to work with him. Many nights he has envisioned her, and he had seen her tonight on the bus going the other way when he took the bus this evening.He can’t believe his good luck, no one is sitting next to this vision. Once more in hand, shall we say, Tim walks to the bar trembling the whole way and pulls out the seat next to this beauty.As Tim sits and swirls in the seat, he bumps against Abbie’s leg.oOoFinally, the workday is over. Tim shuts down his computer and heads out the door.Tim is thirty-four. About six feet tall with brown hair and a goatee beard. He is a slight bit overweight, a tiny beer gut beginning to show. Overall nicely built, and rather attractive, though not that stylish or well-groomed. He doesn’t realize how attractive he is, much like he is unsure of many things. Due to the nature of his birth and upbringing, he is shy and quite naive. He often feels people are judging him harshly and so his outlook on life is not the best. Nor has it helped him gain confidence in the skills, abilities, he possesses. Making him not try to achieve more in life or develop a true relationship.As he prepares to leave work for the weekend, a lingering thought comes back to his mind. ‘What is it,’ he wonders? ‘Why do I feel on edge this evening? All that is ahead is a usual Friday night at the pub.’Tonight, on a whim, he heads to the barber to get a haircut and his beard trimmed. Even doing so, though, Tim does need to be groomed some in his dress and overall appearance. Tim wonders why he felt to do that tonight? As far as he knows, ahead lies an evening in the pub with guys he thinks of as friends. Stopping at the barber’s makes him catch a later bus than usual going home.At home, after eating, he showers and shaves. While often disheveled looking cleanliness is important to him and has become a habit. He hopes there will be a reason for the effort he has taken tonight but doubts it.Having got dressed in a shirt and casual trousers, bursa escort bayan he heads out the door to get the bus to the pub. Sitting, he remembers that redhead who is often on the bus when he goes to work each day. That is in the other direction than where he is headed tonight.Every time Tim sees her, he wonders, ‘Today, will she notice me? Will I have the courage to sit next to her?’ Up until now, he has just worshiped her from afar. Even when a seat is open next to her, he stumbles back behind her, or across the aisle at best. He is too scared to ever approach her. As the bus pulls up to a stop a couple after Tim got on, he notices her there waiting. He is amazed to see her at this time of day and on the bus. It is like he conjured her up thinking about her. Tim regretted not catching a glimpse of her on his way home from work due to taking a later bus, but to be rewarded with seeing her now.She gets on seeming deep in thought as she usually appears. She walks down the bus past him without a look. Tim sits there, shaking a bit with the realization she is so close again. She is up and getting off before him at the same stop. He walks behind her at a distance. Tim watches as she walks into a club very near the bus stop. He is rather surprised by her going there. He has heard a few things about that pub but does not know if they are true or not. Surely pubs like that only exist in cities and not a town like the one he lives in.He thinks, one day, I’ll have the courage to go in there and find out, but not today. My pals are waiting. Now with the added incentive seeing that she goes there, perhaps one day it will happen.Getting to his pub, down the street a bit, he finds his friends are already there. By the looks of it, they have been there a couple of hours already. As usual, some of them are trying to chat up women. This bothers Tim as most doing it are married to nice women but seem to think that cheating on their wives is no big thing.Tim joins the table, and their chat but doesn’t really feel in a mood for their normal laddish talk. After a couple of pints, he decides he has had enough and leaves.Getting outside, Tim decides to walk for a bit, a couple of bus stops even. Maybe stopping and getting some cans to take home. Perhaps all tonight will be is just watching one of his favorite videos while wanking himself. As he walks, the redhead comes back into his head, someone who does feature in his fantasies since he started seeing her on the bus.Without realizing it, Tim is soon approaching that club, the one he saw the redhead of his dreams enter earlier. Maybe it’s the beer, but he finds himself walking towards its entrance. Realizing what he is doing, he hesitates, but then the door opens, and a man walks out. Holding the door, the man smiles and says, “Go on, go in, escort bursa they won’t bite.”Smiling at Tim, he holds the door, waiting to see what Tim will do.Emboldened by this guy’s friendly encouragement, Tim goes through the door. Taking a few seconds to adjust to the dim interior, Tim looks around. The pub is busy, but the general feeling is one of friendliness.Going further in, he heads to the bar to get a drink. Looking for a space, he sees one beside a woman on her own. As he approaches, he realizes it’s the red-headed woman from the bus. What are the chances that the opportunity of sitting next to her is before him now?Tim tells himself, ‘Don’t be an ass and miss this chance. Take it, it is like fate tonight.’ Tim screwing up his courage, continues to the bar, wondering what to say.As he leans towards the bar, she swings around, holding her drink. Accidentally, Tim bumps against her leg, spilling her drink. Thinking he has blown any chance, he quickly apologizes and offers to buy her a replacement.~~Tim reaches to the bar stand and grabs some napkins and begins to wipe the liquid from the redhead’s thigh. In seconds, as he feels her firm thigh under her dress, he realizes how bold he just was and perhaps inappropriate. His hand flies back, and he blushed deeply, apologizing even more.The woman laughs deeply in a sing-song manner and tells him to sit down. As Tim does, she reaches out her hand to shake his. Her nails are not too long, but nicely polished.“I guess after that beginning I should introduce myself. I am Abbie, and you are?” Abbie says.“I’m Tim,” he stammers out, “And please, let me buy you a drink to replace the one destroyed.” Abbie still lingers, holding his hand tightly, looking Tim in the eyes and realizing he is a rather attractive man in a way. And seems somewhat familiar.The waitress comes over, and Tim motions her to get Abbie another drink and him a pint. After wiping up after the spilled drink, the waitress clears the mess and brings them their drinks,Abbie finally let’s go of Tim’s hand, which he regrets, he did like holding her hand, so soft and smooth. He realizes he still has the napkin that he rubbed her thigh with, in his other hand, and for some reason just sticks it in his pocket as a souvenir of this meeting.“Tim, I seem to recognize you for some reason. Do you come here often? No, I don’t think it wasn’t here that I saw you. But somewhere I think,” Abbie ponders.Tim blushes and tells her, “We seem to ride the same bus often, I remember seeing you getting on and off, even this evening.”“But that was over an hour ago, have you been someplace else?” Abbie inquires.“I was at another pub having a couple of drinks with my mates, but I was just not into it that much tonight and was walking towards home when I came across this place and decided to come in for another drink before heading home,” Tim tells her.“I’m very glad you did,” Abbie tells him as she moves her hand to caress his thigh now. Tim jumps a little at her touch but welcomes it as it feels so nice what Abbie is doing. And he had rubbed her thigh already.
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