Meeting Sylvia

It was mid October, the air was cold, and Halloween was just around the corner, which happens to be one of my favorite times of the year. I decided to go to one of the local bars, one that was known to be a bit on the alternative side to meet up with some friends and have a few drinks. I carried with me my sketch book, since I was not much of one to talk to people I didn’t know, a little bit introverted, and I used any chance I could to get in a sketch or two. As I waited for my friends to show I had a drink while I sat at one of the tables. In truth it was more like a tall backed horse shoe booth, one of many that we would occupy during our visits, and since I was the first one there I figured I would secure one for everyone to pile into later on.

It must have been a couple of hours, and no one had shown up yet. This left me feeling like I had been stood up, which really didn’t bother me all that much. So, I took out the sketch book and started a new drawing, just something comic bookish, maybe a bit fantasy, but it was getting difficult to see what I was drawing. So, I took my things and drink and moved to the bar itself where there was more light. After finding a nice comfy stool to settle down on I flipped back to the page and continued drawing, only looking up long enough to ask the bar tender for a fresh drink.

What I had not noticed was the empty stool next to mine becoming occupied, but with my down cast eyes I only caught the glimps of black stockings, and a very feminine thigh. I smiled a touch at this always enjoy the sight of a lovely woman, but I surely was not going to be so rude as to try and make idle small talk. Besides she had more than likely been hit on more times in the past hour then I had in my whole life, adding one more would simply be another nail in the night time coffin as it were.

When I had finished my third drink I was feeling rather relaxed, and was completely lost to my own little world of lines and details. What I had no noticed was that the woman that had taken the stool next to mine had been secretly watching me, more so watching each little fine stroke of the pencil, every little fine point of detail that I poured onto the paper, but that changed quickly when she spoke, “Wow, you really are talented.”, she said leaning closer to me so I could hear her over the loud thundering music, and of course snatching me out of the tunnel vision that I was quite happy to remain in.

“Thank you.”… I said back to her looking at her face for the first time. God she was a beauty, she had long straight hair of black so black that even in the dim light the shine held a hue of blue to it, and equally dark eyes. I could only assume that she must have stood around 5′ 7″, and I could help myself from giving her a quick once over with my eyes. She must have been a good c- cup, and had curves in all the right places. She wore a short black dress, and shining black high heeled pumps. This woman was a goddess, and the envy of lustful wishing of others, which left me feeling rather out of sort, and a tad uncomfortable.

“My name is Sylvia, and you are?”, She asked me extending a hand to me, to which I took lightly and shook replying. “I’m Eric, a pleasure to meet you.”. And it truely was a pleasure to meet her, if for nothing else then to simply sit in silence and enjoy her company.

“So how long have you been drawing?”. She asked me looking down at the sketch that I had been working on leaning closer to me to get a better view of it. “Most my life.” I answered her turning the book so she could get a better view of the fantasy theme drawing.

“I really do like people with artistic talent. Me hell I couldn’t draw a straight line if my life counted on it.”, and then she laughed a touch at her own admission. “Oh come on now, everyone has some talent somewhere, it’s all a matter of discovering it.” I said back finding it rather easy to talk with this absolute vision of the female sex.

“Why that is very optimistic, and kind of you the say.” She said grinning a touch looking at me then back down to the drawing. “Would you mind if I looked though your book ?” She asked, and that made me feel once more uneasy, since some of the drawings I had in the book were well, lets say very adult content, and even some that pushed the taboo limits that many would not understand, more so would find to be repulsive. “I..well..I don’t know, I would want you to see something you might find offensive.” I said trying to be both polite and discreet at the same time.

“Oh please, I am not easily offended, and that comment alone makes me want to see the rest of you sketches even more, so come on please?” it was that please and the puppy dog eyes she gave me that had me cave in, and I found myself handing over my darkest images put to paper over to her.

The first few pages were tame, random poses, the occasional landscape, a mythical creature here and there. Each one she smiled at studied, and complimented. But, I knew what was coming, and finally she came to one of my more personal mental images of a female elf, spread out in a provocative nude pose, save a wide collar about her neck. The image alone wasn’t that bad, but this lady elf came further equipped with a sizable hard cock.