"You meeting someone here?" he asked, ignoring a call at the end of the bar.

"Yes, my brother and his date," Debby answered, taking a sip of her drink. She glanced up at the mirrored clock. "They're late."

"Want to get together after I close up?" the man asked.

"Sure," Debby answered, wondering where she'd gotten the courage.

She hadn't gone out with anyone since her divorce about a year ago. For one thing, Robert had temporarily made her mistrust all men, and besides, nursing school had taken up every waking moment.

She felt her pussy getting wet with growing excitement. She liked the man and the capable looking hands he had. She wondered how they would feel, digging into the soft flesh of her tits, holding her tighter and tighter.

She gulped down her drink, feeling the liquor sting her throat. For some reason, she felt guilty, almost as if she were being faithful. But that was Robert's doing, she realized. Although he ran around with anything that had a fuckhole, he would get furious if she even looked at another man. He had even been jealous of her own brother, for God's sake!

Another two drinks, however, made her more relaxed, even a little drunk. She chatted away happily with the bartender when he had time, and learned that his name was Randy. And not only was he handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way, but he was intelligent and witty.

She watched his cat-like moves, and when he wasn't looking, let her eyes trail over his body. He had the tightest, cutest ass she'd ever seen. She couldn't wait to have it over her, to feel his taut ass muscles with her fingers, and to press him firmly down on her cunt.

Oddly enough, he looked a little like Robert. A shock of blue-black hair framed his face and he seemed to be all angles. His eyes were almost black. She wondered if the rest of him would look like her former husband.