"Yes, three or four times a week usually." He turned back to look at his companion, allowing himself a subtle smile as he looked into her long, dark curls and pretty face. Was it just his imagination or were her cheeks turning red, he began to wonder if she was feeling the same thing he had been since he turned and saw Neely standing behind him.

"I don't usually come to places like this.." She mentioned, almost shyly, he thought. Before he could respond, however, a co-worker of Jacks made his way over to the table, clasping his friend on the back.

"Hoi, Jack." Turning to look at the woman seated oposite Jack, the mans face instantly took on a look like he'd walked in on the middle of something.

"Hi Benny." Jack replied, "This is Neely, she was kind enough to offer me a lift down here."

"Hello." She smiled and offered her hand

"Oooh, it's only three blocks, you could have made it." Benny smiled at Neely pleasantly and took her hand.

"Three blocks of heavy rain." Jack interrupted, sensing the look between the two.

Fortunately, however, the drinks arrived soon. As the Kara placed down their drinks Benny excused himself to play darts. "If you need anything else, let me know, ok?" and she winked subtly to Jack before turning back to the bar.

Jack picked up his shooter and downed 3/4 of it before Neely had even touched her wine. He smiled, sheepishly and sat the drink back down and rotating the glass on the table quietly. Looking into her hazel eyes he seemed to forget the noise of the establishment. She smiled at him and the smile lit up her face. "What a gorgeous woman", he thought to himself and held her eyes for a few more seconds before looking at the table and grabbing a handfull of popcorn.

Casting his eyes upwards and allowing himself to gaze at her clevage serrupticiously. As she shifted he caught a glimps of a black bra constraining her breasts within the silk blouse. His cock shifted inside his slacks and repeated what his mind was saying.

As his eyes soaked up the sight and moved up the length of her neckline to her throat, he saw her smile and could tell she was aware of his secret thoughts. The sparkle in her eyes was all he needed to know she didn't mind his attention and it was okay to dream.

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