The bar was packed even for a Friday night – it seemed everyone in Eastwick was out to celebrate the end of the work week. I had managed to find a small table in a corner of the place directly across from the front door, although to get to that door would require wading through half of Pennsylvania. I don’t know how the city fire marshal hadn’t come shut the place down for overcrowding – they had to be well past the legal occupancy for the place.

The bar was a din of noise, sweaty bodies, and stale alcohol – if I hadn’t had such a rough week, I would have passed over this place without a second look. Yet here I was, trying to drown the day in a bottle of Budweiser. I had two more on the table if that one didn’t do it when I saw the glaring light of the door opening straight into my eyes. I squinted immediately, my eyes used to the dim room and not the bright afternoon sun. When the door closed and my eyes readjusted to the room, I saw the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on standing there looking straight at me.

Our eyes met and she gave me a small smile before starting to walk towards me. She walked slowly, cat-like ... with that hip-swinging, cross-legged stride you see from a Victoria’s Secret runway model. She walked straight as an arrow towards me without so much as touching anyone else in the room. Now mind you the place was so packed you couldn’t see from one side to the other yet she never touched another person there. I can’t explain how she did it, but she passed through that crowd as if they weren’t even there.

A moment later she was standing in front of me at the table. “Hello Daniel, mind if I join you – there doesn’t seem to be many other places to sit tonight,” she said in a voice so smooth and sexy that it instantly made my heart skip a beat.

“Y-you know my name?” I stammered.

“Of course I do. I came here for you,” she said. Her statement caught me so completely off-guard I couldn’t think of how to respond to it.

“How about buying a lady a drink?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, of course. What would you like?” I said mentally kicking myself for being so rude.

“Well, I don’t want to get too drunk too fast ... how about a mimosa to start with?” she said.

“To start with?” I asked. She just smiled.

I waved to the nearest cocktail waitress and told her what my table companion wanted. She strode off to put the drink order in.

“You have me at a disadvantage ... you obviously know my name, but I don’t know yours,” I said.

“I’m Selena Devonshire,” she said.

“Selena, that’s a very pretty name,” I said.

“Thank you. It was my mother’s name as well. I’m named after her,” she said.

“I see.” I was so struck with the woman across the table that my ability to hold an intelligent conversation had taken leave of me. I just sat there for a little too long looking at the beauty across from me.

“So do you like what you see, Daniel?” she said, knocking me out of my trance.

Oh crap! I thought. “I’m sorry Selena, I didn’t mean to stare it’s just...” my voice trailed off before I finished my sentence. I couldn’t find the words.

“Just what Daniel, dear?” she pressed, leaning in a bit. I got a good look down the front of her dress and she didn’t seem to mind showing off a set of very admirable breasts.

“It’s just that you are so ... beautiful,” I said. I knew as soon as the words passed my lips it was the understatement of the year. A sunset is beautiful. A painting is beautiful. Even a fall day is beautiful. But Selena was so much more than all of that. Beautiful only scratched the surface. She was magnificent!

“Well, thank you. That’s a relief. I was hoping I looked beautiful for you!” she said. Another perplexing statement!

“So what brought you to McGinty’s Tavern tonight, Daniel?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.

“It’s just been a tough week at the office. Today was the worst. The office is ‘trimming the fat’ as they call it. But we call it letting some people go. I’m not one of them, fortunately, but I’m going to have a bigger workload from now on taking up some of the slack! I don’t know which is worse, losing my job or having to do twice as much for the same pay!” I said.

“Oh, you poor man! Well, we are going to forget about work and Selena is going to help you relax!” she said reaching across the small table and putting her hand over mine.

We sat there sipping our drinks and talking as best we could over the loud music and bar noise. But it wasn’t easy to hear in the bar that night. Imagine having a first date at a rock concert and you’ll get the idea. Finally, we’d both had enough of the racket

“Want to get out of here and go someplace where we can talk better?” I asked her.

“Please!” she said. So we got up and I paid for the drinks and we left the clamor behind us.

“Where are you parked?” I asked her.

“Oh, I don’t have a car. There’s no place to park it where I live,” she said.

“That’s okay, I’m parked just around the corner. I can take you wherever you need to go,” I said. We started walking to my car and Selena slipped her arm around mine cuddling up to me as we walked. I didn’t think too much of it at the time – I know some girls like to cuddle and some are a bit more reserved until they get to know you better. Selena was obviously the kind of girl who enjoyed being close and romantic.

We got to my car and she was duly impressed “Oh Daniel! A Lexus! Work must be going pretty good if you can afford a car like this!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I don’t have a girlfriend or anyone to spend money on. My apartment and utilities are paid for by the company – a part of my contract. So I have very few bills. This is my guilty pleasure ... my girlfriend of sorts.”

I opened the door and seated her, helping her with her seat belt. Then I went around and got in the driver’s seat. Once I was buckled in, I turned to her, “So where are we going?” I asked, thinking she’d direct me to her place. I was wrong.

“Daniel, can we go to your apartment? My home is too far to drive to and I don’t want you to go so far out of your way,” she said.

“Sure, I guess so,” I said, trying to keep my excitement in check. “We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

Selena settled back with a smile and I started for home. As we drove we talked some more, now that it was quiet. Actually, I did most of the talking – Selena had a way of keeping the conversation about me even though I tried to find out more about this wonderful, mysterious woman beside me.

Selena was remarkably vague and enigmatic when it came to talking about herself. She told me she lived a little outside of town and she’d been in the area for a while. That was about as definite and concise as I got her to be about herself. I didn’t worry about it – in this day and age, it pays to be a little bit cautious about divulging too much, especially for a woman. I figured that if we kept seeing each other (which I hoped we would) I’d learn more about her.

Traffic had eased up some now that the evening rush hour had passed and we got back to my apartment within a few minutes. I parked the car in my garage spot and helped Selena out of the car. We walked to the elevator and I pushed the button for my apartment floor.

As soon as the door to the elevator closed, she moved closer to me and pressed herself against me. She pinned me against the wall of the elevator and I felt her hard nipples poking me in the chest.

I got the message loud and clear. I spun us around so that her back was against the wall now. I brought her hands up over her head and pinned them to the wall with one hand while my knee went between hers to keep her legs from closing. I pressed a deep hard kiss to her lips pushing her head back against the wall while my free hand roamed over her body and up her side to her wonderful tits.

As I began to knead the soft pillowy mound, I caught her moan in my mouth. I had just gotten her started writhing and squirming at my touch when the elevator dinged that we had reached my floor.

“Let’s get to my apartment so we can continue this conversation!” I quipped and I took her hand leading her to my apartment door. I had the key out and ready when I got there – no wasted movements or time!

Once we were inside (ladies first as always!) the door shut and clicked locked behind me. I took her into the living room and turned intending to devour her on the spot.

“Wait a minute, Daniel. We need to talk – I have something I have to tell you before this goes any further,” she said. It sounded serious enough that we went over to the sofa and sat down.

“What is it, Selena? Did I do something wrong?” I asked. I thought maybe I was moving too fast – or not fast enough.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just ... well I’m not really what I appear to be,” she said.

“I don’t understand ... wait you aren’t a guy, are you? Or used to be a guy?” I said. You can’t be too careful these days!

“No, silly!” she giggled. “No, I’m all woman just not the woman that you see in front of you,”