“I’m gonna run to the ladies room real quick. Save my seat for me.” Kaitlyn said playfully. As she stood up, she had to adjust her dress. It was riding high enough to just barely show off the bottom of her ass.
A few gawkers in the bar turned their heads toward her to undress her with their eyes as she walked to the restroom.
I was waiting patiently, browsing videos on my phone. The night was still young, but we had talked about leaving soon. We were both in our mid-thirties and our party days were long behind us. When you get old enough, sleeping can almost be as exciting as sex.
A voice next to me caught my attention. “How’re you and your lovely wife doing tonight?” It was deep but relaxed. I turned to my side to see a tall black man in a dark grey suit jacket and slacks. He was holding a glass of what looked like a scotch on the rocks. His white dress shirt had the top two buttons casually unfastened as if he had just stepped out of a men’s deodorant commercial.
“My name is Trevor.” He said with an outstretched hand.