The Bull
We sat in a booth in the corner of the bar and I tapped my fingers nervously on the dark wooden table. The lights were dim and the booth gave us a perfect view of the entire bar. Sandra sat across from me, she ordered another glass of wine, impatience in her voice as she looked around the room. We had been waiting for almost an hour and Sandra had polished off easily an entire bottle of wine in that time. I, however, was still nursing the same beer that I ordered when we had arrived. I stared at Sandra from across the table, her long cocoa hair pinned up into a messy bun on top of her head. She wore a tight, white and black leopard print strapless top, her perky breasts pushed up into milky mounds peaking over the fabric. She decided against panties tonight and her black skirt barely covered her ass as we walked into the bar, even now if I looked underneath the table I would be able to see her naked pussy. Her eyes were dark and smokey and her pouty lips were stained red.