She was as attractive a woman as I had ever seen: dark hair that hung below her shoulders and delicately lovely facial features with an alluring smile. Her figure was well filled out, not fat, or even chubby, just well rounded. Her every movement displayed an athletic grace. I estimated her at about a few inches shorter than me. From the way her breasts jiggled when she moved or laughed, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra but her loose blouse revealed nothing to my eyes, even though I caught myself a couple of times straining to see the a n****e poking out. She wore faded jeans that fit her form well.
I watched her walk into the bar with a young man, shortly after I arrived. They sat at a table not far from me and began talking. They were about the same age - - late twenties to early thirtie
