Melissa’s Night out

This was going to be a fun night. It had been so long since she had gone out and anything would be better than another night at home. She was dressed in a tight black dress that wrapped around every curve of her body. It was a soft material and so thin it felt barely there. She had on dark stockings and black pumps. Her hair was black and it made her light skin and eyes pop. She liked what she saw in the mirror. She through on a leather jacket cut short so her ass still showed. She always was a little self-conscious but she shook it off. Time to be the woman she knew she was.

Melissa walked into “The Hideaway” with confidence. She and her tinder date, Carl, were to meet here at 8. She was a little late, but Melissa thought she would be okay. Her first stop was the bar. “Jager” she requested when the bartender came over. As she was waiting for her drink, she scanned the bar. There were a few guys playing pool over in the corner and a few others talking by the jukebox. Melissa estimated there were a total of about 40 people in the bar.

Her phone buzzed. The message said “Hey I think I see you at the bar.” She looked up and saw Carl sitting at a table in the background.

Her 5’7″ frame was perched delicately on the stool. The tiny black mini-skirt she wore left little to the imagination. She was wearing thigh highs with a thong. Her long legs ended in black stiletto heels. She also had on a transparent white top covering a black strappy top. She wore all of her dark hair down and straightened. Her bright blue-green eyes shined. She was a gorgeous lady. She had smaller perky breast with a thick butt, but was still slender and very sexy.

She found the first few moments awkward as they made small talk. The waitress brought them over drinks and by the second round the conversation flowed easy. The music was upbeat but not too loud to drown out their conversation. Carl admitted he was a great dancer but they went out to the floor anyway. He tried to keep up but Melissa was a very rhythmic dancer. He made a smart excuse to get them drinks.

A few moments she was in the small area of people where they have gathered to dance. Her hips and arms sway to the music, her eyes close. He’s watching her. She decides since he’s watching her anyway, let’s make a show of it. Her black heels were just tall enough to give her legs and ass a nice shape, but not so tall she was floundering every time she had to walk. Her top was a soft satin button down.

She began to dance more seductively, watching his eyes roam over her body. Her hips swayed. Her hands trailing up her thighs and waist. She spun around, her back now to him. She lets the music fill her and moves with it. She continues to dance for a bit until she feels a bit of sweat. She walked to the bathroom to refresh herself.

As soon as she opened the door to return to the table, the noise level shot from a dull roar to its full volume again. The door closed behind her, and she took a step out into the small hallway again. She’d barely made it 2 feet from the door when suddenly Carl popped up.

All this happened in less than five seconds and she turned to see Carl. She should have not been surprised the way she danced of course he would want more. This was a little too intrusive. She stayed several more minutes then made the excuse her stomach was bothering her.

She opened the door to the back of the bar that led to a narrow alley. She then turned a quick corner to a more secluded and dead end of the L shape the alley turned into.