Wild Ginger, Part I

It had been a long day and I needed to unwind a little so after checking into my hotel and changing into my favorite pair of shorts, polo, and flip-flops, I fancied upon a neighborhood bar/restaurant in this town in which I did not live. I walked in and sat down at the bar and ordered some wine, white in nature. I’ve never been one for the macho man bullshit, I like to think of myself as the strong silent type, suave, sophisticated. Yeah right… I keep telling myself that, I just like wine.

Anyway, I sat in the bar drinking wine and listening to the band that played outside… both the wine and the music were good, and they were both hitting the spot. I was beginning to relax.

I couldn’t help but notice her as she sat across the room with her friends. They were sharing a bottle of wine and laughing, talking about whatever women talk about when they are out on their own. Whatever it was it seemed quite funny and I couldn’t help but smile.

Her shoulder length dark hair bounced as she talked. She was one of those talkers that smiled as she talked and that proved to be infectious to those around her. She used her hands to express herself as well and it was all a big turn on. Every time she threw her head back exposing back exposing her creamy, sumptuous neck in laughter my heart pounded a little harder.

She wasn’t dressed provocatively, simply a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt and open toed shoes which showed her dark red toenails.

It was at the point of her second laughter I knew I had to spend some time with her. She is so full of life, the way she moved, the way she talked, and the way she laughed, I found myself consumed with passion which was evidenced by the tent I was beginning to pitch. Thank all that is right in the world for cloth napkins.

No, this was not the first time I had seen her, for I had know her for a few years and had always watched her with interest, the way she moved and talked even then was sexy, passionate, and a helluva turn on. She never knew I watch her then but I did and now I had a chance to watch her again and this time, yes this time I would do something about it.

Yeah, I know plans of such nature never go according to plan but, very rarely does someone strike such strong feelings within me. So what’s the worst that could happen, a slap? A scream? Or even worse a laugh?

Yeah, I was in a relationship and I knew she was too but, damn could she be the perfect woman… and that night she was. Funny thing is women like that never seem to know how perfect they are and I honestly don’t believe she realizes it to this day. I knew if I ever kissed her I would not be able to stop.

As I sat there watching, wondering, plotting how I would approach her and let her know just what she does to me both inside and out, she got up and headed toward the bathroom. Quickly I removed my camouflage and headed in her direction.

The point of decision was upon me, because I knew she had not seen me yet. So, I decided to play the “Opps I just brushed up against your ass and didn’t mean to” card.

I’ve been told that women “know” every time they are touched, even in a crowded room. Now was time to test the theory.

I quickened my pace and reached her as she reached for the bathroom door, and coolly played my card. Bingo! She turned a little startled and before I could get my apology out (no that's not guy code for anything), an instant look of recognition spread across her face and even a slight smile.

“Hi. Fancy meeting you here.” I said. “Sorry, about the ass thing.”

“No you aren’t!” she exclaimed, “I’ll let it slide this time. But, don’t let it happen again!” she said smiling and poking me in the chest.

With hands raised I said, “Never again!”

I continued, “Hey, I was wondering if you and your friends would like to go out on the patio and listen to the band? You could bring your wine”

Someone shuffled between us and headed to the women’s room and we decided it would be best to step out of the way.

“Well, we are almost done and I’m sure they need to go but I will be out there in a bit.” She said.

“Perfect.”

As I watched her walk away I couldn’t help but watch her ass… No, it’s not the tightest ass there has ever been but something in the way she moves, that walk, it sure makes any man look. I would have paid good money right then and there for a pair of x-ray glasses.

Damn, I was starting to pitch my tent again, this time without any sort of camouflage.

(to be continued)