Robert was now in the back room and since there were no other customers to worry about Sheila had time to chat these guys up.
The grey haired man took a big swig from his beer, looking at Sheila's tits over the rim of his glass the whole time. The balding man took a small sip of his beer and let his hand wander from her waist to the side of her ass cheek.
She could feel herself getting wet. She had flirted with a few drunks in the bar before but they never touched her. This was exciting and new. Sheila felt an adrenaline rush as her heart started to knock against the inside of her chest.
"So how many have you guys had already"?
The grey haired man answered "a few here, a few at the office before we got here, and maybe just a nip in the coffee this morning. These business deals are already done and dealt with, this is really just an Excuse for Jim and myself to go downtown and get sloshed."
Sheila looked at the balding man as his hand crept to squeeze the underside of her butt. "So you're Jim. And who are you?" She looked at the grey haired man and leaned into Jim's hand.
"Neal" he replied extending his hand to shake. Sheila took his hand, his grasp was firm but not too much. He let it linger a bit before letting go. Not sure if it was from the drink or if he was just being flirty she looked at Jim. By this time his hand had gone gently up her ass crack and back to her waist.
"You my dear, should join us!" Jim shouted.
"Ummn, I'm right here hun," Sheila replied.
"No no no, like with a drink. Nobody's here. If that bartender gives two shits then we'll buy him one too. Or at least sit down with us for a bit. It's dead in here and we're the only fools buying. At least humor us and let us spoil you with a big tip," Jim said. |