just taken a turn, so I was ready for whatever it might bring. Either way, I was determined to remain ever the gentleman. Besides, I had a feeling that I was about to be greatly entertained.
She came back, the head of froth already nearly gone from the top. She also held a canter of what I guessed to be whiskey or maybe even scotch. She had a couple of shot glasses too.
“Do you like hard liquor?” She asked.
“Yes, but I’m thinking one of us needs to be somewhat sober tonight.”
“Good point. I elect you. This girl was in jail today. Fair?”
I nodded, “Fair. You saw right through my evil plan. Get you drunk and take advantage of you.”
That stopped her, a look of pure surprise on her face. Then she erupted into a giggle fit while smacking her own ass. “Damn straight! Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?!”
Wow! Who was this woman?! And why did I like her so much…
She slammed down the shot glasses, filled both of them up with whatever it was that it was and before I knew it, they were both downed in less than a minute.
Wow…
I was beginning to wonder, what I’d gotten myself into? I mean, I’d just met her, this morning, for an editing job and not even twenty-four hours later, I’ve bailed her out of jail, am in her posh apartment, witnessing her get plastered in a matter of an hour.
Fuck it!
She needed an adult baby-sitter right now. I’d be the man to do it. Make sure she got to bed, didn’t die in her own vomit and somehow, I would hopefully still remain employed the following day. That was my plan and I was gonna stick to it.
Hard to do once she turned on her music and started dancing. She was pretty much having a party for one, dancing all by herself and having a great time. Watching her, she moved as good as the best of them.
“Come on, join me!” She taunted.
I shook my head firmly. This grizzly did not dance. Not ever. Never.
“Please!?” She begged, a loopy grin of glee on her face.
“I have my pride to consider.”
“Screw your pride, I’ll likely not remember a thing! Just dance with me… Please….”
I must admit, it was a bit hard to resist her. She made it look like so much fun and she had a point. The chances that she was going to remember anything tomorrow, at the rate she was going.
So, against my better judgment, I stood up. Before I knew it, she had swooped me up and was taking lead in some sort of mangled version of the tango. Despite my clumsy awkwardness, she managed to make it work. After a while, I stopped focusing on my crappy dancing skills, realizing she was too tipsy to care and started to appreciate being so close to her.
She was very feminine, her skin so soft, with a peaches-n-cream coloring that looked lovely all flushed. Her eyes were bright with playful delight and she smelled amazing. Her hair was a mess of long, curls, having tumbled out of the sloppy bun she’d had it up in.
I felt her body and all of her amazing curves, making its way to me. Her waist, then her hips, her cleavage…
Before I knew it, my inner bear was alive, awake and very aroused. I could already feel that need to mate, the instinct to get intimate coming alive in me. But I had to resist. Must resist. This was not the time.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice, and as she continued to dance the night away, she got a bit more risqué and bolder with me. All the while, she was taking a shot here and a shot there.
At some point, when I knew that she would probably pass out sooner than later, her music mix came screaming to a stop from the groovy, body-bouncing tunes it had been shuffling through and turned into something quite a bit slower, more romantic and soft.
She didn’t miss a beat, and swooped me into her body, ever-so-close, for a slow dance. She rested her head on my shoulder and just like we were at prom, we swayed together, gently and calmly. Remaining like that, the man in me finally rose up and I took lead. Pulling her into me, closer and tighter, I
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