They stood about halfway between us and the bar and Dave suggested they had positioned themselves to check if we wanted to go and talk to them.We kept glancing over at them, occasionally noticing them glancing at us.Perhaps I would have if any of the more attractive customers would have given the same signals.On the weekly mid-week evening out I have with my friend, conversation often includes mention of any attractive females I've seen during my work.
Always in jeans I didn't get to see her legs but what I could see was a shapely bottom and nice thighs hugged by the jeans, and beautiful shapely generous tits down the front of her tops.
Everyone was laughing but what was even more enjoyable for me and Dave was that, every time they bent to take a shot, Dave and I were positioned to see down their tops.
They seemed to be unaware, often looking at each other from the side or behind, watching the attempt to line up a ball. Carol had a blue top and a blue bra, smallish tits.
During one evening out drinking with my friend, Julie walked into the pub with another woman.
We exchanged smiles and hellos as they passed us on the way to the bar, with Dave asking me who they were.