Dawn's Diary

After dinner, I returned to the hotel and decided to have a couple of drinks in the bar. I went in, sat down in an out of the way corner and ordered a drink. The waitress was a tall slender young woman with short brown hair. She wore a short skirt that displayed her long legs to great advantage. From my seated position, I couldn't tell exactly how tall she was, but I guessed that she was taller than me. The name tag that she wore indicated that her name was Samantha.

It being a weekday, the place was quiet with very few patrons. A football game was on the television and, absent other distractions, I soon became interested in the game. I largely forgot the lingerie that I was wearing and, as it was fairly warm in the bar, soon slipped my jacket off and loosened my tie.

As the evening progressed, I downed a few more drinks. I thought I saw Samantha's eyes wander down to my chest a couple of times when she took my drink orders, but she didn't say anything to indicate that she noticed the slight bulge of my fake breasts against my shirt. At one point, Samantha put her hand on my shoulder as she was taking my order and it almost felt like she ran a finger over the strap of my bra, but again she didn't say anything to confirm that she had discovered my lingerie. After an hour or so, Samantha asked me to cash out my tab because her shift was ending. I gave her a generous tip and she was on her way.

I stuck around to watch the rest of the game and to finish my drink. I was pleasantly surprised when Samantha returned to the bar after about a half hour and asked if she could join me. She had changed into jeans and a loosely fitting sweater that largely hide her femininity. I quickly consented and we ordered another couple of drinks from the bartender.

"My friends call me Sam," she said.

I told her that my name was Dawn.

Our conversation covered a variety of subjects. Sam said that she was single and had moved to the bay area only recently. I learned that she enjoyed hiking and camping and had played basketball under a scholarship at a small Midwestern university. As we talked, the now largely ignored football game on the television ended and the bartender announced that the bar would soon close.