Nighttime Fantasies and Bed Time Romance

As my eyes adjust to the light I see some familiar faces. I see Ron the bartender is still here, as I make my way to the bar. I speak to those familiar faces as I pass. Ron is very charismatic and has a memory that makes everyone feel as if they are his favorite customers. He calls out my name as I approach the bar even though it has been months since he has last seen me. He asks how I am doing and where I have been. I notice that he has already made my rum and coke with a twist of lime as he slides it in front of me. I smile as I thank him for his thoughtfulness. I reach in my purse to pay for my drink and he stops me. He tells me the drink is from an admirer and nods his head toward a gentleman sitting in the corner booth. I turn and smile, raising my glass and mouthing the word thanks.

The gentleman who sent the drink rises and comes over to the bar. As he stands I notice that he must be at least six feet tall. He's that dark chocolate brown that has always turned me on. He has a low haircut, which is more to my taste than these blowouts, a rerun from the seventies that should have stayed there. He has broad shoulders, big muscular arms and large strong looking hands. He has very muscular arms and chest, and a flat stomach that looks as if it has done more than a few sit-ups. He's got an ass to die for that looks great in his pants. His thighs look rock solid. His clothes fit him as if they were custom made.

He walks over to me like a panther on the prowl. I feel as if my assets have just been inventoried. I feel a warmth between my thighs like never before. I'm worried that he is going to ruin the mood by giving a tired pick up line. He asks my name. Now it is my turn to come up with something witty to say. Trying to appear cool and buy some time, I ask him to tell me his name first. He smiles and says his name is Justin. I say "Okay Justin. My name is Chrystine." He asks me to join him at his table. I look around and don't see anyone that I want to sit with and decide this will add to the adventure of the night, and agree to join him. I wink at Ron and join Justin.

Well, so much for appearing cool, as I grin like the Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. We walk back to his table in the V.I.P. section that gives you a great view of the band, but cloaks you in darkness and provides a bit of privacy in a busy nightclub. The booth could actually accommodate more than the two of us, but his size seems to fill the space. He seats me and then slides in closely beside me. I feel the warmth of his body and smell his cologne and a thrill goes through my body. It takes a great effort to prevent my body from actually trembling.