My feathers were already ruffled by the deejay’s lack of professionalism so maybe that is what spurred it. I kept watching him making it plainly obvious that that was what I was doing too. His eyes did not leave mine once we locked gazes. I was convinced that he was looking at me. I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bar to be sure. I walked towards him, eyes locked and then passed right by him to the area where you would order drinks. He watched me walk by and then turned on his stool facing the bar for the first time that night. I politely nodded towards him as I waited for my drink and he acknowledged me. The was the start of that cat and mouse game that people play in bars I assumed but I’ll tell you what… I hate games. I mean what a waste of time! He was trying to assess if I wanted him when I thought I was plainly obvious that I was open to the idea. I went back to my seat and continued my evening.

I didn’t give ‘dark boy’ much more thought except for the occasional glance or two. Then I realized it was almost last call and our evening was drawing to a close. I glanced over to ‘dark boy’s’ stool and noticed he was gone. He was headed for the restroom. I figured this was my chance to get to know him a bit.

I waltzed right into the men’s restroom without a care in the world and there he was, dick in hand, relieving himself in the urinal. I had actually hoped he would be in such a vulnerable position when I decided to invade the sanctity of the men’s room. I mean, what could he say to me then?

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced, my name is Tori…” and I held out my hand to him.
The man stuttered. I don’t know what he was trying to say but he turned to me, cock out and tried desperately to shove his dick back in his trousers. All that came out for the first few seconds was ”uuuuh uuhhh uhhh”

Once he was straightened up he looked at me as if I was nuts. He then held his hand out to shake mine and I pulled back telling him he might want to wash that first. He blushed for the second time in a 2-minute span and slowly turned to wash his hands.

In the meantime, I stood there patiently waiting with my hands on my hips, acting as if I had every right to be there. He dried his hands and introduced himself as Eddie.

“So why were you staring at me all night, Eddie? What do you want?” I asked very matter of factly.

I must have thrown this guy for a serious loop because he was really having a hard time getting his words out but he finally did, saying he thought I was very pretty and wanted to meet me but didn’t know how to approach me. We started idly chatting when I finally decided to leave the men’s room and retire to a private booth where we could talk for a few. I figured I had embarrassed him enough.

We moved to the back and ordered a last drink, talking a bit about nothing in particular when he finally told me what was holding him back….

continued tomorrow