"Kyle, this is like the millionth time that you asked me to cover a slow night! You knew I had a date with Paul tonight...remember? Reservation at that new italian place?" I wouldn't have minded so much if it was a weekend night but it was Monday and a holiday weekend at that and everyone and their dogs were out of town.
"Please please please? I'll owe you BIG time!" she said, which is what she always says but never makes good on. Oh well, I thought to myself, it's not as if Paul and I can't go out some other time. I kind of felt excited for Kylie and the new guy because she was always bitching about how there are no more good guys around. Maybe this will shut her up for good.
I called Paul and cancelled, and he was such a sweetheart and totally understood as usual and just said to have a fun night and try not to get bored at work. "I have a bunch of paperwork to finish for work anyway. See you tomorrow Jenn."
I put on a pair of tight denim skirt and a white tshirt that showed off my abs a little and just put on some gold hoops and boots and I was out the door in fifteen minutes.
When I got to the bar, I realized with slow dread that Jake was working tonight with me. Damn it! Why didn't Kylie say anything? I saw his car parked outside and groaned. Jake was one of the two bar managers that they had just hired a little over a month ago. The first time I laid eyes on him, I thought he was the hottest thing I had seen in a while. I love my boyfriend and all, but a girl can look, can't she? The thing is, the more I got to know him, the more I really liked him. I loved his sense of humor and his confidence. And physically, he was exactly my type.
It started with little things he said like this one time, he saw me taking the foam off a beer I had just poured and he said, "Hey Jen, nothing wrong with a little head right?" and made me blush scarlet. Normally, a guy saying something like that to me would have pissed me off. But somehow, he made it seem innocent and fun. Whenever we worked together on a busy night and he would brush past me, I could almost feel the electricity. One time, he put his hands around my waist to squeeze past me to the back room and I felt the tingle all the way down my spine to my pussy. He made me feel off balance like I wasn't the one in control. And I wasn't sure if I liked that feeling or not.
This was not good. An entire night, a slow one at that, with the guy who I was honestly dying to fuck and had even masturbated to more than a few times. Most of my fantasies about him involved him shoving me up against the wall and taking my wet pussy like it belonged to him. Inwardly cursing Kylie, I opened the door and walked in.
He was setting up the bar, wearing a tight button down with the sleeves rolled up and his rugged jeans and I wanted to jump him right there. I could see his muscular forearms and his big manly shoulders moving under the tight shirt. Get a hold of yourself, I said to myself and forced what I hoped was a casual smile. "Hey Jake!" I said and he looked up and smiled, and his eyes lit up.
"Hey, Kylie just called and said you'd be coming in instead! Just the two of us tonight I guess." He leaned back against the wall behind the bar and my eyes glanced at his crotch twice and then up to his face to meet his amused eyes. Oh god, just kill me now.
As the night went on, we finished all the work that we were backed up on and even cut up enough lemons and stuffed enough olives to last through next year. And since there were only a few customers outside on the patio, he grabbed a seat at the end of the bar, and I was standing next to him, both of us having a beer. Our conversation began innocently enough, but soon got pretty intimate and we were talking about sex, mainly oral sex and how much we both enjoy giving and receiving it.
"I love pussy. Can't live without it. Love tasting it!" he said and laughed. Then he kind of gave me a flirtatious look and said, "I bet yours taste sweet."
"Wouldn't you like to know" I tossed out as casually as possible but the way that he was looking at me made my pussy ooze juice that I now felt wetting my panties. I felt a shudder through my body because I wanted him so badly. I tried to think about Paul, and also that we worked together and hooking up with him would be a terrible idea...bad bad idea. But it just all seemed trivial compared to how much I needed his throbbing cock buried in my pussy.
He glanced outside at the only customers we had and they were busy playing some sort of drinking game and their drinks were all full. He got up and without a word, lifted me up on the bar and sat me down so that I was facing him and he sat down on the bar stool, and looked at my eyes for consent. You could still stop this. I thought to myself for one second before I grabbed his head and spread my legs for him. He pulled my panties to the side and whispered that I was soaking wet. He dipped his fingers in my pussy and then ran circles around my swollen clit with his wet fingers. He kept his fingers inside me while his lips grabbed my clit and sucked it whole into his mouth. It didn't take me long to come at all. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and came all over his fingers and mouth. After I was done coming, he spread my pussy open and gave it a kiss. I loved that. Nobody had ever done something like that before. It felt like the most intimate thing to be kissed in the pussy after he had made it come. I turned to him with a huge smile, "Your turn big boy."
He continued to sit on the bar stool and I knelt in front of him and started to take his jeans off. His boxer briefs got stuck on his hard dick and I had to struggle a bit to get them down to his knees. When I finally got his cock out of his jeans, I just put the whole thing in my mouth, without hesitation, I wanted his cock on my breath so bad I wasn't going to be a tease about it. He was thicker than my boyfriend, and he filled my mouth up and made me feel really taken. After sucking him off for a while, I grabbed his balls in my hand and kind of twirled them around and massaged them. And then I felt his cock explode in my mouth and a hot load of cum dripping down my throat.
"Oh man, Jenn, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick." he said and helped me up and leaned me over on the stool, so that my ass was at level with his still rock hard cock. He guided it to my dripping wet hole and plunged it in, the entire thing, girth and all. He grabbed a handful off my ass cheek and kind of grunted, giving me a really good, hard fucking. I could see in the mirror on the wall next to us, my bare ass bent over the stool with him and his pants around his ankles going at me like an animal and came all over his thick cock. And when my pussy pulsated around his cock with my orgasm, he came as well, pulling out and shooting a massive load all over my ass and back.
He pulled his pants up and gave me a smack on my ass. "We should work together more often...preferably on these slow nights..." He said teasing and I felt like I wanted his cock inside me again, but one of the guys from the outside table lurched into the bar and asked for another round. Oh well, next time.