I’d just gotten off work and was on my way to meet my husband, Chet, for a drink at our favorite happy-hour spot.

I found him at the far end of the bar. As soon as he ordered me a drink I noticed that the bartender was new.

Her name was Bobbi, and she was thirtysomething, tall, and a true redhead. She wore blue jeans that fit like a glove, and her ass was beautiful. She also had on a short sweater that exposed her belly ring. She really was a fine package. I asked Chet why he hadn’t told me about her before. He said she had only been there a few days.

“Ready for another drink, Debbi?” she asked. I said yes, and when she brought it to me she asked if I wanted to help her pick out some tunes on the jukebox. While we were bent over making our selections, I checked out her ass... Read More