Her auburn hair was long and cascading in beautiful waves over her shoulders. She had curves in all the right places - great t**s, a petite little waist, and, based on the package I could see, a wonderful tight little ass as well. She was the whole smokin' hot, stunning package. Her attention shifted to me, and she grinned. It was the modest grin of a lady who liked the attention but was maybe a bit uneasy about it.
As I moved over to the lady, I said to the bartender, "Hold up, guy."
She was leaning against the bar, alone and without friends or, more crucially, a man. As I approached her, she kept her gaze concentrated on me. A slight grin tugged at the corners of her lips, but she didn't seem to mind that my gaze wandered all over her as I went her way. She was dressed in a short skirt
