Then it was kickoff time. The band stopped playing as the TV volume went up, the sound broadcast through every speaker in the place.
For the next hour, the place was absolutely electric, and when the Eagles lined up with thirty-eight seconds left in the second quarter to pull off what famously became known as the “Philly Special,” bringing the score to 22 -12 at the half, the gathered crowd went ballistic.
No one bothered to watch the halftime show, the band had started playing again and everyone was far too celebratory.
The noise in the place was so loud Chuck could barely hear the voice beside him. “Is this seat taken?”
He turned to see the beautiful, dark haired woman with even darker eyes addressing him. He hadn’t noticed when the guy next to him had vacated his stool, but saw no signs of anything left behind indicating his return. “Looks that way,” Chuck shrugged with his best welcoming smile. “You’re more than welcome to it.”
She scooted by him, her large, full breasts brushing up against his arm as she squeezed into the tight space to claim the stool. Her long, curvy leg also rubbed against him as she crossed it over the other, revealing more than a glimpse of thigh from under her short white skirt.
“Thanks,” she said, flashing him a brilliant smile. “Been trying to get a space up here all night.”
Chuck couldn’t help but give her a quick once over. She wore, like many in the place, an Eagles jersey. But hers was low cut, revealing plenty of cleavage. It was also cut short at the waist, showing off her flat, firm abs and belly button piercing. Her skirt was even shorter, with a slit up the side, and as she shifted to get comfortable on the stool, the slit opened wider, teasing more than a hint of her very round ass.
Chuck considered himself a gentleman, and so tried not to gawk. Yet his gaze lingered just a tad too long. She caught him looking of course, but instead of being insulted or angry, her smile widened and her eyes lit up with a mischievous twinkle. Still, he blushed and turned away, embarrassed to have been busted staring.
Then he felt her tap his shoulder. “Buy a lady a drink?”
He turned to face her again and this time met her eyes more directly.
He couldn’t truly determine her age. Other than the green and white mix of mascara around her eyes, her makeup wasn’t gauche or tacky, caked on the way some older women do in a desperate attempt to hide their wrinkles. Her lips were full but natural, her nose, chin and cheekbones well defined, but with no hint of plastic surgery.
Only the crows’ feet around her eyes gave any real hint of her being older than thirty, but he’d be willing to bet not much more than that.
Her body was voluptuous, with curves in all the right places, and if the muscle tone in her calves, thighs and exposed stomach were any indication, she worked out on a regular basis.
All in all, definitely an alluring package.
Chuck sipped his beer, summoning up his courage. “Of course.” He flagged down the bartender who, thanks to some smart pre-tipping from him earlier in the evening, was attentive and came right over to take her order.