Your mind wanders off, giving you sweet images of Saras naked body lingering on the bar, craving for you, wanting, needing you...
It's getting late, you're still deeply "engaged" in your fantasy, passively sitting at your spot hardly realising that you're the last customer still in the pub.
" Can I get you anything? It's the last round? "
You immediately snap out of your fantasy and catch yourself staring at her breasts.
"I ... I'm sorry, I think I had enough for tonight"
Her smile makes you wonder if there is even a single working cell left in your brain,
" Oh well, too bad I was hoping for a bit of company while I clean this mess up"
Not quite sure how to react to that you just nod your head and smile stupidly at her.
You sit in silence for a while, watching her every move as she leans across the tables, swiping them, listening to her as she tells you how nice it is to have a bit of company after closing time.
After a while you warm up to her and regain control over your voice, after a bit of smalltalk she suddenly stops and turns towards you, leaning back against the bar she spreads her legs slightly.