I Met a Young Looking Girl at the Bar

I Met a Young Girl at the Bar

Chapter 1

I should start by telling you my name is Ray and I’m close to 30. I’m 6’2 and weigh about 200. Very light brown, almost blond hair and a decent physique. I just moved to a big city. I’ve been single for close to 8 years and I have a wonderful family who has my back. I keep a secret from them though. The secret being that I am attracted to younger girls. I am also attracted to older ones too but that isn’t my ultimate fantasy. I was ready to meet someone. I was getting sick of getting off by myself.

It all started when I felt like going to get a drink somewhere I’ve never been. It was early afternoon, about 2:00 and I drove downtown to see what was around. I found this place called Orlanta’s Fine Spirits and Grill, since I’m a conniseaur of fine alcohol it seemed fitting to check it out. I was also a bit hungry. 

I walked in and looked around. This place was very cool. The lights were dim and had an almost old jazz bar feel to it. No stupid sayings or random crap on the walls, just a quiet bar that had class. I sat at the bar and noticed there weren’t any other people there except for a couple seated in the far corner. They hadn’t noticed I’d come in, too busy making out I suppose. The bartender, a mid-forties looking guy with a decent build and a mustache that put Magnum or the Bandit to shame, walked over and asked, “what’ll it be Mac?” Couldn’t believe he actually said that. I ordered a Martini, dry, and I heard a little voice say, “could you order one of those for me too?” I started to smile and looked over to see a girl that didn’t look a day over 11, maybe 12. She had long, light brown hair, styled nicely, brown eyes and a cute little nose. Her smile was contagious too. Shorter than me, maybe 5’0 and skinny. She was wearing a blue dress that went to her middle thighs, and toeless shoes that matched her dress and blue polished nails. She had barely any boobs on her chest, that I could make out. Absolutely beautiful. She had asked me that about 10 seconds before I started drooling on her. I snapped out of it and told her she was too young to drink a Martini.