Walking into the dimly lit bar Adriana held her breath. She could not believe that she was here. Married women do not go out to bars alone yet here she was in her sexiest dress. She was a pretty woman not beautiful but pretty. Tonight she looked sad and a little scared. Her long brown hair was loose about her shoulders curling delicately at the ends. Her face was a little pixieish with plump red lips and green eyes. The dress was black with spaghetti straps that left her smooth shoulders bare. It was a simple sheath made out of a frothy material that clung to her generous curves.
Several men took notice of the obviously timid woman as she made her way to the bar. With every step she took the swelling of her cleavage jiggled slightly drawing approving looks. Once at the bar she sat gingerly on a stool and ordered a Screwdriver. The bartender was a young girl with barely any clothes on that took her order without a word. “I'll get the ladies drink,” a very masculine voice offered. Adriana looked to her left and saw Robert a partner at her husband's law firm.
“Robert, why thank you for the drink. I am meeting some old friends of mine and they were delayed so I thought I'd grab a quick drink while I wait. We are actually going to dinner at Rosalie's across the street.” Adriana's explanation for her appearance in the bar came out quickly and breathlessly as a flush spread over her face.
“Where's Timothy tonight or is it a Girl's Night Out?” Robert asked very intrigued by the woman's obvious lie.
“He's at home, just us girls tonight.” Adriana attempted to laugh but it came out forced and unnatural. The truth was was that Timothy who Adriana loved more than anything refused to touch her. They had had a huge fight about their lack of a sex life and Adriana had yelled that she didn't need him, got dressed up, and left him at home working on his computer.
“You know he's been really busy with that huge Banks case, I'm surprised he didn't jump at the chance to get out of the house.”
“He doesn't really do anything but work, I mean of course that's what he needs to do now though.” Adriana rushed to cover up her hurtful words. The Screwdriver was in a tall glass with a straw and she eagerly began sucking it up quickly. This was not lost on Robert, he knew if he played his cards right he would get some action from his stuffy partners little lady.
Robert sat patiently with Adriana over the next couple of hours buying her drink after drink and encouraging her to talk. Slowly her whole lonely story unfolded even how she felt unattractive and not at all sexually desirable due to her husband's continuous sexual rejections. “I even offer to just get him off with my mouth and he says no, I don't understand what's wrong with me.” Adriana intoned in a very drunk, very confused voice.
Robert knew that now was the time to attack. He slipped his arm around her and helped her down off of the stool pulling her close to him in a “friendly” hug. “Nothing is wrong with you honey, any man would be lucky to have you. In fact if you weren't with Timothy I would sure as hell love to make you mine.” he whispered into her ear and gently kissed it's lobe.
Adriana looked up at him with clouded yet hopeful eyes, “Really? You would want me?”
“God yes, I want you now. I want to show you how it would feel to be with a real man, a man that could show you how wonderful and sexy you are.” His hands smoothed over her back and down over her tight buttocks squeezing her gently against him. Adriana could feel the hardness of his manhood pressing into her stomach.
