Sitting at the bar, in the semi-darkness of the cocktail lounge, I looked around, my eyes staring appraisingly at the men around me. Taking a cigarette from the pack in my purse, I placed it between my lips. Before I had a chance to light it myself, a lit match was being held in front of me.

"I hope you don't mind," a voice said.

Without looking back at him, I accepted the light. As a large plume of smoke rose from my lips he sat down on the stool next to me.

"May I?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, looking at him. He was very clearly handsome. Tall, trim, maybe in his mid-thirties. His smile was warm and friendly.

"My name's Bill," he said, "what's yours?"

"Kim."

"That's a very nice name, Kim."

"Thank you. Tell me, do you always go around lighting cigarettes for strange women, or am I special?"

"In a way, this is rather special. I'll tell you about it later if you like."

His manner was totally disarming and I felt myself being drawn closer and closer to him. His teeth sparkled in the dark as he talked and smiled.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I would."

"Bartender," he said, "two martinis, very dry."

Our glasses clinked as we made a quiet toast. We talked quietly. He told me that he was an account executive with one of the advertising firms on Madison Avenue, I explained that I was a secretary starting my vacation tonight. After a few more minutes of conversation I felt his fingers applying a gentle pressure on my knee. I smiled at him and he moved his hand a little farther up my leg until he was under my skirt, lightly rubbing my nylon-covered thigh. I opened my legs slightly and he readily accepted the invitation, his fingers moving up to the crotch of my panties and pressing against the wetness of my moist cunt.

Suddenly, he said, "Say, it's starting to get a little late. What do you say we go to my place for a nightcap?"