"Two more please beautiful" said Dean with a charming smile and mischief in his eye. Behind the bar of this old back road tavern stood a tall woman with long luscious legs, a body shaped to perfection with a voluptuous chest. Her face was a sight of pure beauty with soft pink lips, warm chocolate hair ran down her back and framed her face but what stood out most were her eyes, they were of the coldest blue with green specks spread through out like emeralds lodged within stone, her eyes were framed with full black lashes. Her wondrous eyes entranced Dean, but only for a short while until a hand landed bluntly on his shoulder.

"Your not harassing this lovely young lady are you Dean" said John in his naturally gruff voice. Dean turned to his father confused and shaking his head as if not knowing where he was for a second.

"No sir, he's a sweet heart, a true gentleman" she giggled with a devilishly sexy smile on her face as she through a glance at Dean.

"My boy a sweet heart and a gentleman, he must be up to mischief" laughed John.

"Oh I sure hope so" the bar maid flirted. John realised that it was time he left, before leaving the bar he bid his son good by and reminded him of important business to be done the next day. Although John was not sure his son had even heard him, for when he was leaving Dean was staring into the bar maids eyes, well one eye was looking at her eyes the other on the crimson red bra with diamonds spread across the seam that stood slightly above the tight white strapless shirt with a front zip. It was only when Dean heard the roar of the impala pulling out of the car park that he realized that his father had left. Then his eyes were once again absorbed in the eyes of the bar maid whose name he didn't even know. His eyes scanned over her chest looking for a name tag or any kind of identification, when he caught her looking at where his eyes were placed. Dean stuttered but before he could offer up an excuse she responded as if knowing his thoughts.

"Tracy, my name is Tracy. If that's what you were looking for?"

"Yeah, well that and I was just admiring your… outfit" Dean said as he bit his bottom lip in that sexy way he always did.

"Well I get off at 11pm if you would like to admire the rest of it"

"Umm defiantly" Dean grunted.

11pm

Dean stood leaning on the corner of the bar as he surveyed the empty room when all of a sudden a pair of warm soft hands with glossy red nails slid around Deans waist and onto his tight. Dean gave a little jump as he turned to find Tracy behind him. she looked even sexier in front of the bar, her skirt was just the right height and clung to her thighs. As he turned to face her, her soft pink lips clung to his, her tongue slipped behind his teeth, he could heel her tongue ring rubbing against his soft palate, it felt cool and soft.

Dean slid his hand behind Tracy's thighs and worked his way slowly up to her firm ass, gripped the soft leather of her skirt and lifted her on to the bar. As their tongues intertwined Tracy leaned back over the back of the bar, Deans lips moved slowly down her neck and on to the soft skin of her chest. Tracy pulled out a set of keys from behind the bar and waved them in Deans face.

"How about we move this party back to my house"

Dean hurled Tracy up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to kiss his neck. As they reached the car Tracy jumped down from Deans waist and unlocked the car door, playfully shaking her booty as she did so. Dean looked to the heavens as if thanking the lord for the gift he was about to receive. Tracy looked over her shoulder at him giving him a playful wink.