The bar was packed with most of it’s usual patrons. I guess my husband called one of his buddies, Frank, and told him to save us a seat. Frank bothered me a little. One time at a party at our house, he grabbed my ass a couple times, and I know he tried to catch a peak at me using our bathroom, but I left it alone and went about my business.
The nice thing was that we had a seat at the bar near the TV, and we were regulars there, so as soon as we walked in, Tony the bartender had our drinks poured for us so we didn’t have to wait. We took our seats and started watching the game.
Frank and John started talking about work and the games from the previous weekend. I started watching the game. It was John’s favorite team playing tonight, so I root for his team and try to give him the highlights in case he became too wrapped up with Frank to watch.
At half time, I got up to go pee. As I was walking towards the restrooms, I accidently bumped into this enormous black man. I am not prejudice at all; I was just caught off guard by his size. He had to be 6 foot, five inches tall, and probably weighed close to 275 lbs. It felt like he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body and when I bumped in to him, I was nearly knocked to the floor.
He whipped around as quick as I had ever seen anyone turn, grabbing me by the back keeping me from falling to the ground. Once he knew I was stable, he started apologizing profusely. I assured him it was my fault, then turned towards the restroom. I felt him grab me by the arm, stopping me from continuing to my destination.
I turned around and he immediately asked me my name. I told him I was Jordan, and that if he would excuse me, I would stop back by on my way to my seat after I was finished. He agreed, letting go of my arm but said, “I’m Michael, It’s a pleasure to meet you Jordan.” He then grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the top of my hand gently with his lips. His gorgeous, big lips rested on my hand momentarily, causing me to feel a jolt from my hand, up my arm, down my chest, through my stomach and down to my crotch. I had to pee so bad that I almost couldn’t hold it, but I crossed my legs and squeezed my muscles as tight as I could.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Michael, but I really have to go. I promise to stop by on my way back.”
“Then it’s a date!” He said playfully.
“You will have to ask my husband!” I said, showing him the ring, then pointing out our spot at the bar.
“I will gladly do that!” He said as I turned to leave.
I laughed as I walked away, thinking how funny he was and how just that little peck on my hand turned me on so much. I couldn’t tell if it was his looks, or just the way he held himself, but I swear I felt my muscles spasm as though I had had an orgasm.
I finally made my way to the restroom and relieved myself. I was surprised how much I had to pee, I had only had a couple drinks. They were flowing right through me tonight. When I stood up, I felt a little dizzy. Not only were they going right through me, but they were going to my head as well. I thought back for a second and realized we hadn’t had anything to eat. No wonder I was feeling tipsy.
I washed my hands then made my way out to the bar. I looked for Michael as I headed towards the area he had been standing, but he was gone. I felt a little pang wondering if I would ever see him again, when I turned the corner and gasped slightly. Michael had made his way up to the bar and was seated in the spot right next me. His head was turned toward my husband and Frank, and it looked like they were having a conversation.
I made my way up to the bar, tapping a couple people’s shoulders to get them to move so I could take my seat back. As I approached, Michael stood up and helped me get to my seat. It was a little crowded, so I had to rub up against him to get into my seat. He was as much of a gentleman as I could ask for. He kept his hands up and away, and just let me slide my body up against his until I was seated.
He took his seat right next to me. I looked at my husband who smiled widely, then placed his hand on my knee, reassuringly. I smiled back at him, placing my hand over his, running it up my leg to about mid-thigh. I felt him squeeze my thigh as he turned back towards Frank and started talking about whatever it was they were talking about.
Tony came over and asked if we needed anything. I ordered my usual, then asked for a menu. Michael asked for another drink, and my Husband and Frank ordered more drinks. As soon as Tony walked away, Michael turned towards me and started talking to me.
He was so easy to talk to. It felt so nice to sit here and talk to someone who was actually paying attention to me. Most of the time I just watch the game or talk to Tony when he comes by. I saw Tony out of the corner of my eye and waved him over.
When he walked up, he looked at me a little strange, then looked over at John. John just nodded and asked for another beer. I smiled at Tony and placed my food order and ordered myself another drink. Michael ordered another round, but told Tony to add our tab to his as he would paying tonight.
I looked at Michael and told him he didn’t need to do that, but he kept insisting. As Tony walked away, Michael leaned in close to me and whispered, “It’s what a man does when he is on a date with a beautiful woman.”
I could feel myself blush, but leaned in and told him, “I am a married woman sitting right next to my husband, who has his hand on my leg. We are not on a date!”
“You told me I had to ask your husband, and he gladly agreed to it earlier!” He poked back at me, then slid his hand onto my other knee.
I could feel my face getting even more flush, and I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from having two sexy men touching my legs at the same time. I looked over at my husband who was still engaged in his conversation, but I could swear I saw a little smile on the corner of his mouth.
I decided to test him, so I pulled away from Michael and leaned in close to my husband, tugging at his shirt sleeve to get his attention. He turned towards me, his smile showing through his stern look he tried to give me for interrupting him and Frank.
He leaned in close cause the bar was getting very noisy. I pulled his head down so I could speak directly into his ear, hoping he could see Michael’s big hand gently caressing my knee, then sliding up slightly onto my thigh, then back down to my knee.
“What were you guys talking about? Can you see his hand?”
“We were just chatting. He said you told him he had to ask me if he could be your date tonight! Yes, I have been watching all night long. Frank is so annoying!”
“Did you agree to it? Do you like it? Why do you come up here then?”
“I thought he was joking so I half-heartedly said yes. Of course I do! I hope he slides his hand up higher while I can still see it. Cause I keep hoping you will find someone to make our fantasies come true!”
As he said this, I felt Michael’s hand slide up my thigh. I was holding his arm as I was leaning over to talk to John. Without even thinking about it, I felt my legs part slightly as his hand was now sliding down between them. My husband grasped my other thigh tightly as he must have watched Michael’s big black hand slide up my thigh and slip down between my legs.
I leaned in to talk to my husband again when Tony suddenly appeared with my plate of food and the fresh round of drinks. “Guess we will talk later. I’ll try to let you know if anything happens.”
“Ok.” He said as he turned towards Frank and started talking to him again.