Cuba

A trendy upscale bar in La Jolla on a warm Friday night was not what I had planned. It's not usually my crowd, but a friend asked me to join him and I didn't really have any plans for the evening. What the hell I figured, I might even meet someone interesting.

It's a warm summer evening with a light breeze blowing in from the ocean. The bar sits on a cliff overlooking the Pacific, the very dark Pacific Ocean at this hour. Inside the bar, it's warm and crowded, the air filled with the sounds of light jazz being played by a quartet in the corner of the place. One end of the bar is an open-air patio that provides a breath of fresh air while still allowing the jazz to be heard. We had grabbed a table shortly after arriving and ordered a light dinner and a round of drinks.

After dinner, I needed to stretch my legs and get some air. I told my buddy we'd hook back up in a bit and headed for the patio. I didn't notice her, but apparently she had noticed me. I walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of Guinness. She walked up to the bar and stopped beside me. She was a dark-haired beauty, standing about five foot six inches tall. She slid into a spot at the bar to my left and ordered a glass of Cabernet.

The bar was quite crowded, so I thought nothing of it when her leg rubbed up against mine. When she did not move away, I knew it was intentional. I turned to face her for the first time. I was immediately captured by her beauty. Her skin was a light brown and her dark haired framed her face perfectly. I smiled and she returned it. She flexed her knee, her leg rubbing against mine. Her smile grew larger.

"I'm Rodger."

"Cuba," she replied while extending her hand. She spoke with a light Latin American accent adding another exotic quality to her package. Cuba was dressed in a shiny gold pantsuit with black heels. Narrow straps held it in place over her shoulders. Her firm, round 36C breasts were evident against the shiny fabric. We made light conversation for a few minutes, just getting a feel for one another. When I turned to face her, she slid her right leg between mine. "Would you like to dance?"