Trivial Pursuit

He stared at my breasts from across the bar.
Hot and sexy.
Younger than I,
but older than my last.
I undressed him while sipping Disarrono sours.
Imagination running wild
Flash
My mouth on his neck,
inhaling his scent
becoming more intoxicated.
Flash
His tongue probing, mingling with mine,
taking in the taste of him.
Flash, my hand on his manhood,
bodies pressed together,
skin sizzling,
Wet and wanting,
Aroused and ready.
Oh the things I would do
to this sex on a stick bartender!  
Another drink.
He's making them stronger.
Making small talk.
Smiling.
My husband texting,
telling me to slip off my wedding ring,
make sure I leave my number.
Another drink.
He'll take care of it, he says.
I was planning on only one,
but the view is delightful,
and the game is just beginning.
Left him a note and a good tip.
"You're incredibly hot and very sweet.
Thank you for the drink."
Between the note
and curve of my tits
in a tight red top,
he'll remember me when I return.
He'll know why I am there,
and the move will be his.

I prefer to be the one pursued.