Jeff had been to O'Malley's Bar a few times before, but he had never seen the woman that was was sitting at the bar.Jeff had been to O'Malley's Bar a few times before, but he had never seen the woman that was was sitting at the bar. She was everything that Jeff could ask for, and more. Her hair was long and black, and pulled over her left shoulder in a very alluring way. He wondered what it would like spread over his pillow. High cheekbones with a touch of blush accentuated her brown eyes, which looked cold and hard as glass. Her tight, perfectly shaped ass was barely covered by a black leather miniskirt that hugged her shapely hips like a piece of shrink-wrap. A black tanktop showed the curves of a flawlessly shaped pair of firm, round, braless tits, the nipples poking hard against the stretchy fabric. Her slim, tan legs ended in a pair of knee-high riding boots. Taking a deep draught of his Beck's, Jeff realized that he had a raging hard-on from looking at the gorgeous chick at the bar. He glanced over at the clock. It was 7:38 - still early. The glass of beer in front of him was almost empty, so he swigged it down. "I've got to take a piss," he thought to himself. He got up and walked to the john. As he walked, he turned and looked at the woman. |