Heads turned as Darlene strutted into the tavern in a blur of legs, cleavage, and the predatory smile of a fox. Her mini-dress must have been a belt in a previous life and her tissue thin blouse was unbuttoned down to her navel.
She wore no bra."That's a nice outfit you are almost wearing," I did a double take when she hopped up on the barstool next to mine."Panties optional dress code? Darlene's field of viable targets was limited unless she lowered her standards or went in for a threesome.
A few moments later, our generous drink master returned with three tall White Russians. I answered by placing my hand on her knee and mirrored her journey of exploration."Your place or mine? It was as clich as shit, but I couldn't help myself. After we moved in together, I would joke that I was 'robbing the cradle' when I took her to bed.
"One is for you and the other two are honor guards for the dead soldiers," he pointed to the two empty glasses."I love this drink," she inhaled the beverage, chugging it down in one long gulp. How can anyone love a drink without taking the time to appreciate the subtle by-play of flavors? " Darlene laughed as she raised her index finger and traced a point on the invisible blackboard in the air. She would always laugh and respond, "I guess that would make me a grave robber."Two things attracted me to Darlene. She was so easy going that I once tried to give her the nickname, Lake Placid.
We crisscrossed Denver and the surrounding suburbs chasing every "For Rent" sign we could find.
What Dennis does not realize is that his lover is also one of the founding members of an off-the-grid survivalist community of women hidden deep in the mountains of western Colorado.
Thinking she has permission to bring her male lover, Darlene and Dennis make the journey.
The men she flirted with as she worked her way around the tavern were flattered, flustered, and fearful of her attention. After ten or fifteen minutes of flagrantly flirting Darlene returned to her seat to regroup and re-fuel. We became romantically involved as much out of laziness as out of lust.
Our bartender presented her with another complimentary White Russian as his sacrifice to the Gods of Wishful Thinking."Thank you so much. Can I have another one to keep this one company," Darlene touched his hand and if her smile had been any warmer, the barkeep would have erupted into flame. As Darlene studied me, her dark look of frustration gradually brightened and her eyes sparkled as her grim expression transformed into the predatory smile of a fox."I'm as horney as hell. " she leaned into me until our noses touched while her hand moved to my knee and slowly slid along the inside of my leg. Neither of us cared to invest the necessary time to search for the perfect partner so we settled for close enough for right now.
Thirst quenched for the moment, Darlene resumed her quest for tonight's bed partner. " she smiled before dispatching the last White Russian."Hell no! Still waters run deep and it didn't end well."Okay Dennis, that was a twofer," the book she was reading sailed across the room, missing my head by less than an inch."Watch it you nearly hit me! ""A twofer is the first and last time something happens. Why the fuck would I want to be named after a stagnant pond?