Title: The Unlikely Redhead 
Author: Paco Andante 
Words: 2376
Keywords: exhib, voy, nosex 

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    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to 
reality is completely accidental.  Be warned that this story involves 
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some that may be 
considered off the beaten track.  Do not read this story if you believe 
fictional stories should not depict unusual situations, are less than 
the age of consent in your social group or if such descriptions violate 
your code of ethics.  Batteries and Kleenex not included. 

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It was one of those grubby Fridays at work when everything had to be 
finished by C. O. B., and everything went wrong.  But I managed to 
finish by 6:00, only an hour late, after all.  So I went to Max's, a 
neighborhood bar and grill frequented by tired business people for an 
after work wind-down drink, and later in the evening by a younger set, 
I suppose to "make connections."  

I wasn't feeling chatty, so I didn't sit at the bar, but took a booth 
toward the back of the place.  When he had a moment, I went up to the 
bar and signaled Charlie, the bartender, for a double Scotch.  He 
brought it over and started a tab.  I took the drink and the tab back 
to the booth to watch the above-the-bar TV.  

When my Scotch was about half done, a group of three good-looking young 
women came in and noisily seated themselves in the booth opposite mine. 
I had never seen any of them before.  After watching a few seconds, I 
realized that most of the noise was coming from a slightly overweight 
blonde.  She had a raspy, loud voice, and was chattering away at the 
other two.  She seated herself at the right end of the horseshoe shaped 
booth.  

Next behind her was a slender brunette. She was petite and pretty, and 
wore a pony tail and oversized rimless eyeglasses.   

The third girl was a striking redhead.  Not a carrot-top, but one of 
those dark red-brown heads called "Titian," I believe.  What made her 
striking was that she was so close to being Miss America material; I 
know I am being too much a perfectionist, but she didn't quite make it 
in almost every detail I noticed. Her hair was her best point, nicely 
coiffed, but in slight disarray, I suppose from a long work day.  Her 
attractive deep green eyes were set just a little too close together, 
her eyebrows a bit too high, her nose just a bit too long, but with a 
pert ski-slope upturn.  Her mouth was a little to wide, her lips a bit 
too thick, but delightfully voluptuous.  Her cheekbones were a bit too 
prominent, though set at exactly the right place on her slightly too 
wide face.  Her ears, wearing a triple row of stud earrings, were just 
a bit too large, stood just a little bit too far from her head, and had 
almost no lobes.   Her breasts, what I could determine since she was 
wearing a suit jacket, were certainly adequate, and not overdone.  As 
she slid into the booth, her short skirt tightened over her derriere, 
and for my taste at least, it was terrific.  Round, prominent, though 
slender and without a hint of droop, it jiggled delightfully as she 
side-stepped into the booth.  The overall picture was very, very 
attractive.  

The brunette followed her into the booth.  

The waitress came and took their orders; Vodka Collins for the loud 
blond, white wine for the brunette, and Remy Martin for the redhead.  

They chatted, or better said, the blonde chatted and the others made 
short responses.  I overheard their names.  The blonde was Patty, the 
brunette was Cindy and "my" redhead was Julia.  

I sat, quietly sipping Scotch, considering how I could approach Julia 
for a date.  

She suddenly looked up from her drink, straight into my eyes and 
something electric happened.  My whole body tingled, my cock jumped to 
attention, and my balls contracted.  The gurus speak of "the shock of 
recognition," of friends from a past life or whatever, but I had never 
experienced such a shock before as in that incredible moment.  And 
somehow, I knew that she had experienced the same.  

She broke eye-contact first, and muttered to her companions something I 
didn't get, except I thought it contained "ladies room."  The brunette 
slid out to let her go, and she sauntered, undulated actually, past my 
booth to the back corridor where the john and jane were.  

The noisy blonde kept on chattering office gossip.  I didn't care to 
listen.  

I noticed that my Scotch was empty just as Michelle, the waitress, came 
by.  "Hey, 'Chell," I said, "Another double, OK?" 

"Hey, George, I didn't see you there."  

"It's OK.  I got my first one from Charlie.  Here, put it on the tab." 

She left and came back with my drink before Julia came back out of the 
bathroom.  But it was only seconds later that she did, looking even 
better.  I don't know what she had done in there, some feminine magic 
of coiffure and make-up I suppose, but she looked absolutely superb to 
me.  

As she passed my booth she casually dropped a little lump of cloth on 
the table before me.  As she reached her booth the brunette got up to 
let her in and I picked up the lump of cloth and brought it to my lap 
under the table to examine it.  I had expected a handkerchief or some 
such.  

God! It was her panties! 

No sooner than she had settled in her seat, than she spread her thighs 
under her short skirt, aiming herself right at me under the table.  It 
was obvious that the panties now in my hand were what she had been 
wearing!  I was looking directly at her cunny, unfettered by either 
hair or cloth!  She continued to talk with her companions as though 
nothing was going on, but she kept wiggling in her seat, giving me a 
real animated peep show.  

Now, Max's place is not very well lit.  Some of the customers might be, 
but the lighting was generally pretty dim.  There were, however, 
spotlights that highlighted the table tops so that people could see 
what they were eating and drinking.  Well, there was such a spotlight 
on the booth the three girls were at, and there was a spill-over of 
light just slightly to the right of where Julia sat.  And as I watched, 
she sidled over to that spot, all the while continuing the rather inane 
conversation being hogged by the blonde, Patty.  Finally, she reached 
the illuminated spot. With slow, but determined movement of her 
long-fingered hands, she raised her skirt until I had not only a peep 
show, but a spotlighted peep show!   

Michelle came by, asking if I needed a refresher, or wanted to see the 
menu.  I was surprised to see my glass was empty.  I must have downed 
it while watching the "show," without noticing.  I asked Michelle to 
refresh it.  She was back in a flash.  Well, I was a good customer, a 
twice a week repeater.  It's also possible that 'Chell liked me.  On 
slow nights she often sat with me and talked.  Well, that might be 
another story.  On this night, there were enough customers to keep her 
and Charlie busy serving up drinks and food.  

Julia had pulled her skirt back down and brought her knees together as 
I talked with Michelle, But then, still chatting with her companions, 
pulled it back up and spread 'em.  

What to do?  I was incredibly drawn to this woman, and here she was 
exposing her most intimate body part to my view, even taking the 
trouble to put it in the limelight.  All I could think to do was to buy 
her a drink, though that seemed wholly inadequate to the situation.  

When Michelle came back with the refreshers for the three girls, I 
beckoned to her. 

"What's up?" she asked. 

"One on me for the redhead over there, OK?"  

She shot me a look that confirmed my suspicion that I was more than 
just a good customer to her.  

"And, let me peek at the specials for tonight, OK, Honey?"  

I guess the 'Honey" or the matter-of-fact way I treated my gift to 
Julia appeased Michelle.  She grinned at me and said, "We have steamers 
tonight."  

Steamers have been a favorite food of mine since college days, when I 
first discovered them. I nodded my approval and we smiled at one 
another.  

Michelle left and the Titian beauty parted her knees again.  I played 
with my drink and watched the show.  She actually slid forward on the 
booth and slouched, exposing more of her pink folds to my view.  Based 
on what I could see of them at this distance and slightly obscured by 
the cushions of the booth, they were her best attribute.  There was 
nothing short of perfect, there.  Puffy, meaty outer lips, a deeper 
pink than the surrounding skin, not quite hid the frilly, trembling 
inner lips.  They terminated at a prominent clitoris peeping from a 
long sheath.  I tried to imagine eating that gorgeous thing.  

She kept up her end of the somewhat one-sided conversation, smiling at 
her companions and sipping her brandy.  Michelle came back with a 
refill for her, and though I couldn't hear 'Chell's words, I saw her 
gesture in my direction.  Julia smiled and raised her glass to me; I 
raised mine back.  Julia went back to her conversation with her 
coworkers, but when Michelle left, Julia's knees stayed together.  

"Shit," I thought, "I must have made the wrong move.  Damn!"  

But then, when the loud blonde took her leave to hit the jane, and the 
brunette was looking another way, Julia mouthed at me, "show me yours." 

I couldn't believe I had read her lips correctly, but I couldn't help 
grinning.  Did she really think I was going to whip it out?  Well, 
maybe she did!  

At that moment, a group of men who had been sitting at the bar watching 
and commenting on the stock market ticker on the TV behind the bar got 
up and left with loud, "S'long, Charlie; bye Michelle," accompanied by 
the sound of scraping of barstools being pushed back.  Cindy, the 
brunette turned to watch them go.  Julia was smirking in my direction.  

I took advantage of the distraction and opened my fly and took out my 
throbbing, erect cock.  Now, I'm not small, but I'm not Johnny Holmes, 
either.  My dick is just a bit more than average length, fairly thick, 
and straight as an arrow.  Tonight it felt bigger than normal, inflated 
perhaps by the unbelievable view I had been given, and the absurd thing 
I was doing.  

Julia grinned broadly and mouthed, "Beautiful."  

I mouthed back, "You're beautiful."  

Now, I am, in my own opinion at least, depressingly average.  Average 
height, average brown hair, average everything.  I have the kind of 
looks that would be great for a spy or something, nobody would remember 
me.  Children don't run away screaming when they see me, but I'd never 
been accused of being beautiful before.  But Julia had just called me 
"beautiful."  Well, me or my cock?  My cock was no more remarkable than 
the rest of me, I thought.  

Michelle started around the bar with my bucket of steamers.  Hastily, I 
put my cock away.  Julia pouted and mouthed "Aw."  

Patty returned from the jane and the noise level went back up a notch 
as she continued her office gossip monologue.  I started eating 
steamers.  

Now, eating steamed clams is an art just as much as preparing them is.  
If they are properly done, you need only to open the shell, scoop out 
the body, remove the outer skin from around the back and the breathing 
tube, dunk it in the melted butter and enjoy.  If not properly done, 
you need to wash them in the broth to get the sand out.  Tonight they 
were properly done, but out of habit I dunked them in the broth anyway. 

Since Michelle was busy waiting tables and booths I figured that Pedro 
was in the kitchen.  You see, on slow to medium nights Michelle doubled 
as waitress and chef, but on busy nights Max would contract Pedro to 
work the kitchen.  Pedro was as good a cook as Michelle, and because he 
didn't have to work tables, could devote more attention to the food.  
So, paradoxically, the food was better on busy nights and on slow ones 
than on medium-busy nights.  

The steamers were great. 

Before I finished my bucket of steamers, Patty ended her lengthy 
monologue and picked up the tab.  She opened her purse and plunked down 
some bills on top of the tab they had been running, and with a loud, 
"Bye bye, girls," exited.  The general noise level dropped 
considerably.  

Cindy, the cute brunette, checked the tab and the money Patty had left, 
I guess to make sure it was covered, then got up and left as well.  
Julia remained, half the brandy left in the snifter.  She smiled in my 
direction and resumed her show, lifting her skirt and spreading her 
thighs.  

"Show me," she mouthed from across the room.  

I looked left and right, saw no one looking, wiped my clammy hands, 
(yes, you eat them with fingers!) and dragged out my dick again.  Julia 
smiled.  She began to finger herself, gently dragging a fingertip over 
her conspicuous clitoris, and grinning while she slowly enjoyed the 
Remy I had bought her.  

I left my cock out and resumed eating my steamers, checking that no one 
else could see. I couldn't believe this was happening!  

Finally, her brandy was done. My steamers were finished, and I put my 
cock away.  Michelle came to retrieve the bowls and I hurried to pay 
the fare, leaving a generous tip for Michelle and Charlie.  

I got up to go, with a sidelong glance at Julia's place, but she had 
already gone. Disappointed, that she had left without me, without 
saying even one word to me, or giving me her phone number or something. 

I hurried out the door and looked up and down the avenue, hoping to see 
her and catch up to her, but she was gone. Maybe she caught a cab. So I 
started off for the subway and home. 

What sort of girl does such things and then disappears? Maybe I had 
daydreamed it? No, there was that lacy bit of cloth still in my pocket. 
I felt it to make sure it was really there. 

Though I continued to be a frequent customer at Max's, I never saw her 
or either of her companions again.