Just Another Drink ..Or Two

[temptationsx]

It wasn't an often occurrence to find Miss Charlotte Walker throwing back shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail at one of the most run-down bars in town. She was a posh, upper-class woman who had ventured to the States from Australia, not even two years ago.

It was this particular night that Charlotte longed for a disconnection between her physical self and the mind that had been causing her more stress than she could handle for the past couple of days. Her boyfriend of nearly a year and his booming business had recently took a drastic blow in the stock market, in which he took out every ounce of his anger, mostly verbal, on the woman he claimed he loved: Charlotte. He had demanded her out of the house that the two of them shared together; the one that he would soon be losing, due to his economical downfall.

As she swirled the last bit of vodka in the bottom of her glass, Charlotte's mind was just beginning to cloud over, enough for her to escape from the thoughts that had been stabbing at her for days. She tipped the glass back enough to slip every drop into her awaiting mouth, before slamming the empty glass down on the wood surfacing of the bar. "Shoot me anotha, Joe.." Charlotte's words were already slurring together in a near incoherent fashion, her Australian accent not helping in the slightest.

She adjusted in the uncomfortable bar stool, pulling at her skin-tight red dress that hugged her body, revealing her every curve. Charlotte thought of herself as one of the more attractive women in town, and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

A figure beside her caught her attention as they took the empty stool beside her, but she was too hammered to even meet his gaze, which she could feel was blazing into her.

 

[garajd]

Alan Jones, in town for a business trip . . . used to staying at the finer hotels, but with the downturn in the economy, was now staying at the cheapest places he could find . . . usually in less-than-desirable neighborhoods . . . and getting drinks in hole-in-the-wall bars.

As he walked in tonight, he was immediately aware of the lady at the bar, who seemed to be pouring vodka down at a pretty good rate. He slid onto the stool next to her . . . ordered a beer and turned to her . . . "Is everything OK? This doesn't seem like your kind of place. How about we move our drinks to that booth in the corner . . . by the way, I'm Alan."

 

[temptationsx]

As the man spoke up, Charlotte was finally able to tear her attention away from her liquor and look towards the man. He appeared to be rather put together, somewhat like herself, the pair of them not belonging in a bar such as the one they currently found themselves in. "Alan?" She questioned him, her eyes blinking slowly as she attempted to focus on the features of his face. "Charlotte, nice to meet you," she slurred, extending a wobbly hand towards him as he shook it back. "I'm.. I'm okay." She took yet another sip of her vodka before nodding her head in response to his offer. Judgement distorted, Charlotte's legs carried her, unsteadily, to the back secluded booth. Her mind was becoming more unaware of her decision making - without a doubt could she so easily be manipulated in such a state.

 

[garajd]

Alan led her to the back booth . . . carrying their drinks as she walked uneasily across the uneven floor. As she slid into the booth . . . all the way in . . . he set the drinks down on the table and slid in beside her, close enough that his hip 'bumped' into hers. "Now tell me Charlotte, what are you doing in this place all be yourself?"

 

[temptationsx]

Once Charlotte had successfully made it to the back booth, she slid - no, more like fell into the cushioned seat, sliding herself to the wall. The man followed behind her with her drink, and she watched as he took the seat directly beside her. Their hips collided, sending a wobble through Charlotte's slender frame.

As he set her drink down, she took another long swig from the glass before setting it back down and wiping at a dribble of clear liquid that spilled from the corner of her lip. "I uh.." she began, painstakingly attempting to recall what had brought her to such a place, "I got into an argument with my significant other." She added a disgusted shake of her head, as she was angry thinking about it, even through her drunken haze.

 

[garajd]

"Umm, sounds like it was more than just an argument that would bring you to a place like this . . . and I trust you are not planning on driving yourself anywhere when you leave."

As he usually did when he was on the road for business, Alan would find a place close to his hotel to have a couple of beers before going back to his hotel room to plan the next day's sales calls. With the sliding economy, the quality of the hotel rooms and drinking establishments was sliding also. He was still making a decent income, but the big sales and big commissions were not nearly as frequent.

He had enough money set aside that he could call it quits anytime and be OK, but wasn't quite ready to hang it up just yet, so rather than start cashing in some of his retirement, he had chosen this route to keeping busy.

 

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Charlotte shook her head as a response to both of his comments; she wasn't about to jump into her life story while she was hammered, let alone with a complete stranger. "I uh, I have a driver who can pick me up." She held her glass to her lips just after she had finished speaking, taking another sip.

She had a driver, but no where to go. She held enough money on her so that she could stay at a hotel, but she much preferred to be somewhere more homey.

 

[garajd]

"Charlotte, I would be more than happy to drop you anywhere you want to go. I'm just in town on business and I usually limit myself to 2 beers, so there is no need to call a driver." Not quite ready to offer her the other bed in my hotel room, but hey, who knows how the evening will go . . . besides, she is just going to need someplace to crash for the night . . . too much to drink to be 'useful'!

 

[temptationsx]

"Are you sure?" She asked him, her judgement still clouded by the effects of the liqour. She had finished off her drink and slid the empty glass aside; she had about it for the night. Afterall, she really should have been keeping her money for more important things.

Waving to the bartender for her bill, Charlotte slumped back into the corner of the booth, letting out a heavy breath. She absolutely hated the feeling of being drunk, but appreciated the hazed memory that came along with it. Except for the next morning, when she would be feeling nothing but nauseous paired with the mental pain she had been experiencing before. Not to mention a pounding headache.

 

[garajd]

As she leaned over to pay her tab, Alan felt her firm breast press against his arm . . . nice and tight he thougt to himself. "Ready to go, Charlotte?" Alan slid out of the booth and turned to give her a hand . . . and not being to graceful, or careful, because of her conditionm she showed him a fair amount of thigh when she scooted across the booth.

As they got out to his car, he opened the door to let her him . . . again, he got to see quite a bit as her skirt rode up when she attempted to climb in, but more realistically, fell into the car. When he got in on his side, the skirt was still about mid-thigh . . . and even in the condition whe was in, he couldn't help but react a little. .

 

[temptationsx]

As the bill arrived at the table, Charlotte shook her head disapprovingly at the amount displayed. She removed the correct amount of cash from her clutch, plus tip, as she leaned across the table to set it on the edge to be picked up, unaware that she bad been pressing her breast against Alan's arm. He didn't seem to react in the slightest - or at least not physically.

She allowed the man to help her out of the booth having to use him as a support as they made their way out to his car. If she had been completely sober, she wouldn't have dared put herself in the position she was now in. But then again, maybe if she were sober, it may have meant she wasn't having troubles with her boyfriend to begin with.

As he opened the passenger side door for her, Charlotte slumped into the seat, the bottom of her dress flipping up slightly to expose her toned thighs. In the state she was in, she didn't even bother to fix it.

"I appreciate this," she spoke to Alan once he had got into the driver's seat. Her lips spoke the words, but she doubted her mind really meant it. She had not a clue where this night was going to end up.

 

[garajd]

"OK, Charlotte, where am I taking you? Just give me an address, I'll pop it into my GPS and you won't have to be telling me every turn to take." Besides, if I have the GPS directing me, I won'r have to turn and look at your thighs every time out tell me to turn . . . and I have a feeling that the skirt will slide up even more as we drive . . . and as you slide down in the seat.

 

[temptationsx]

"Er, I don't know..." she thought quickly even as she spoke. She couldn't go back to her home, no doubt would her boyfriend still be there. She looked out onto the street with heavy eyelids, her head starting to spin. "Maybe a hotel?" She suggested, not sure of any within the area. Without even realizing it, Charlotte could feel herself sliding lower and lower in the seat of the car, her body to worn down to readjust herself. She could feel a slight breeze higher up on her legs at this point.

 

[garajd]

"Ummm, I'm staying at this hotel just a few blocks down the street. You don't really have any place to go? I guess you can stay in my room, it does have two beds." Just what I need, a drunk in my room . . . she may be attractive . .. but still a drunk.

Without waiting for an answer, I head for my hotel. Charlotte is pretty well asleep by now . . her skirt damn near up to to crotch . . . without even trying, I can see the material of her panties . . . might even be a thong . . .

Pulling up to the side entrance to my hotel . . we'll have to take the outside stairs to get to my room on the second floor. Helping her . . . more like carrying her . . . up the stairs, finally making it into my room. I throw you an old shirt . . . "You can change in the bathroom and use this shirt to sleep in . . . OK?"

 

[temptationsx]

"That's really nice of you, thank you.." the fact that Charlotte hadn't had a drink for nearly the past twenty minutes, versus every five minutes in the bar, he slurred speech had slightly improved to something that was a little more coherent.

Throughout the length of the car ride, Charlotte found herself slumped against the window of the car in a drunken stupor, soon awakened by the sound of Alan getting out of the car and shutting his door. As he came around to assist her, the pair of them made their way up to his hotel room as she still required him as support.

Once she made it into the room, Alan had thrown her an oversized t-shirt, suggesting that she change into it. "Thank you.." she spoke quietly just before hobbling to the bathroom. She didn't bother to lock the door behind her as she stripped of her bar-stenched dress, tossing it over a hook in the bathroom and slipped on the large t-shirt, leaving her in nothing but the shirt and her lace thong. Slowly, she exited the bathroom and shuffled her feet to one of the beds, using various pieces of furniture as support before she was able to sit down on the edge, her thong peeking out from beneath the shirt.

 

[garajd]

Looking up as you make ot over to one of the beds, "Charlotte, if you think a shower will help you sleep better, go ahead . . . I'm just going to watch a bit of the TV news before I go to bed myself." Trying to give you as much privacy as is possible in a small room like this, but since you are still a little unsteady, I do keep an eye on you so you don't fall . . . can't help but notice your thong peeking out as you sit . . . and the way those breasts jiggle when you walk (or stagger) across the room . . .

 

[temptationsx]

As you mention a shower, I figure it may be a good idea to clean up a bit; just a bit of a refresher. "Uhm, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." I speak slowly as I stand up balancing myself on the edge of the bed before shuffling my feet back to the bathroom. Without another word I slip inside, again, not bothering to lock the door. I reach into the shower to turn it on, the steam from the hot water immediately beginning to fill the room. Taking my time, I remove the shirt from over my head and toss it on the floor, followed by the lace thong. It lands at my feet and I kick it aside.

Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I notice that my make-up - surprisingly - still completely in tact, my long, neatly curled hair still decent. It doesn't take long before I step with one foot into the shower, using the sliding glass door to ease myself in and assure that I do not slip.

 

[garajd]

Hearing the shower running, my mind starts wondering if you look as good naked as I think you do . . . the t-shirt was a bit loose, but still tight enough that your breasts filled it out . . . and I saw just enough of your thong to get my attention . . .

I didn't hear the door lock, so after you have been in there long enough to get started, I open the door and poke my head in just enough to call out . . . "Everything OK in here?"

 

[temptationsx]

As I lean my head back to wet my hair, the water drips down my face and I am positive that my black mascara has already started to run. As I straighten back up and look around, I notice that there is no shampoo. Looking through the sliding glass door, I can see that the small bottles are still sitting near the sink.

It was in that moment when the door cracked open, your voice sounding from the other side. "Yes, but would you mind grabbing that shampoo and conditioner for me?" I spoke loud enough so that you could hear me through the sound of the running water. I leaned against the glass door for support, my left bare breast pressing flat against it as I leaned out of the shower while I spoke.

 

[garajd]

Turning toward the sink and picking up the bottles, I turn back to hand them over the top of the shower to you . . . and right there . . . a naked breast right up against the shower support. Too late now, all I can do is hand the bottles over . . . maybe she is not aware of what I am seeing . . . tempted to ask if you need your back washed, but that might be just a little too much for right now . ..

 

[temptationsx]

I thank you as you hand the bottles to me, your eyes evidently not on my face. I had no intentions of this escalating into anything; just not ashamed of my body. The warmth of the shower is already beginning to clear my head of it's drunken haze, although I could still feel its effects.

As I watch you, I can tell that your mind has slipped elsewhere. I normally wouldn't be so inviting, but it may just be another man's touch to rid me of my troubles. "Do you, care to join me?" I asked, rubbing my bare breast against the sliding glass door to lure you in.

 

[garajd]

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I'm not usually to turn down a naked woman, but in Charlotte's condition, I'm not sure if she is thinking clearly . . .

"Tell you what . . . I'll go back out in the other room and get rid of these clothes . . . if you still want me to join you, then leave the shower door open a bit and I'll come in . . . if you change your mind then just keep the shower door closed."

 

[temptationsx]

"I see no harm in the situation." I smile at you softly, the warm water of the shower beating down on my bare back. I nod my head intently at your instructions and watch as you left the room. While I'm alone, I take the time to at least wash my hair, the suds from the shampoo dripping down my body as I rinse it out. In the back of my head there is the slightest of doubts that this is unnecessary, and that it is just the liquor talking, but that thought is over powered by the desire to feel another man's flesh against my own; possibly the only way to forget about my crumbling relationship.

 

[garajd]

Walking back into the shower room, "Well, Charlotte, what will it be . . . I stand out here with this physical condition caused by a naked woman in my shower . . . or she invites me in and we take care of the situation?" I think I know the answer . . . cuase I am probably not the only one here with a 'problem'.

 

[temptationsx]

I hear you re-enter the bathroom, now completely bare, your shaft already standing at attention; no doubt the cause of my appearance. The sight of your body and evident arousal sends a wave of my own arousal coursing through my body. If it weren't for the water from the shower, it'd be evident that I was aroused as well. "Please. Come in." I request, sliding the glass door open further for you to enter.