I've bartended for 10 years at various bars in the 80s and 90s. Being a bartender you flirt with everyone that enters the place to make tips. Sometimes things get wild. The story is true. Specific conversations are often artistic license when I can't remember but the events happened....
I've bartended for 10 years at various bars in the 80s and 90s. Being a bartender you flirt with everyone that enters the place to make tips. Sometimes things get wild. The story is true. Specific conversations are often artistic license when I can't remember but the events happened....
It was the end of the night. The doors had been locked for about 30 minutes. I had counted and dumped the money. Cleaned. Now I was stocking the bar. I went to the back bar to get liquor bottles for the day shift.
The back bar was used in the evenings during the dinner hours Thursday thru Sunday and for Sunday Brunch. The back room had about 20 tables, a back bar, and a sitting area with a sofa and fireplace. For some reason, the light switches for the back room were located across the room from the kitchen entrance. The bar was right next to the kitchen door. Since I went in that way, I decided to just rely on the illumination coming from the outside via windows and from the kitchen. (My eyes were good back then) Of course, being a bar with a ton of glassware, I moved slowly and carefully. By coincidence, I also moved quietly.
As I grabbed the bottles I needed, I sensed movement and noise coming from the sitting area. I froze in place. I focused my eyes, willing them to adjust to the darkness and let me see clearly. I listened intently. My hand wrapped around a bottle ready to club the intruder. I moved further behind the bar and squatted using it to hide as I scouted for the unknown burglar. Who was in the back room? Everyone had left? My eyes adjusted to see the figure was Sally, the waitress. She was bouncing up and down on the couch. Her blouse was unbuttoned and she was squeezing one breast. The couch hid the rest of her body. I heard her soft moaning. Oh shit, I had disturbed her liaison.
I moved back toward the kitchen slowly to leave the lovers to their moment. I was extra quiet so as not to interrupt. As I backed away, I could hear her moaning pick up in tempo and pace, I just lowered behind the bar further. I’d let her finish, I thought, then slip out. I didn't want to disturb them as she was climaxing. I watched as she squeezed her breast and her moans got louder. Then she exhaled heavily and suddenly threw herself backward on the couch. She disappeared from sight. Wow interesting finish. I took the opportunity and moved stealthily toward the kitchen to make my daring escape. I knocked the bar tin but deftly grabbed it in mid-air with my ninja-like reflexes. I had expertly avoided the metal clanging to the ground. I was not smooth enough to catch the jigger, strainer, and other smaller bar tin. The metal jigger and small tin bounced melodiously across the floor. The strainer simply fell into the empty bar sink and rattled around. Needless to say, my stealthy exit was blown. I hid no longer. I just grabbed a bar rag and started wiping an imaginary spill off the bar top. Pretending as if nothing had happened.
Sally jumped up and looked around. She stood and walked around the couch toward the bar. “Is someone there?”
I guess the light from the kitchen wasn’t shining on me. She was lit up completely. Her blouse was still open with her breasts hanging out. “Oh hey didn’t know you were still here. It’s Sko,” I said, “just grabbing some bottles from the back bar restocking. Thought you left hours ago.”
“No I was just… um… resting,” she stammered as she adjusted her bra and buttoned her blouse. I guess she didn’t realize I could see her pretty well.
“Oh, ok no worries. Sorry to wake you. I stumbled coming in.” If she was going to pretend nothing was happening, so would I. I tried to slide out quickly and give her time to get back to whomever she was with.
“No, that's fine, keep working. I need to get up and get going anyway. Let me get the lights.” She was adjusting her skirt as she walked over and turned on the lights in the room. They were dimmed down from dinner but still illuminated the room. She strolled up toward the bar with a beer bottle in her hand. Her blouse was still not buttoned properly but she was not exposed. Her skirt was hiked up a bit high but she was clothed. She tried to casually put the beer bottle on the bar. “I found this over there on the table by the couch.”
I looked into her eyes and assessed her quickly. There was no indication she was drunk. “Look I know you are only twenty but, I don’t mind if you have a beer or so after work. Just don’t get drunk and drive. I’ll finish up some stuff up front and grab the bottles later.” I started to open the door.
“No, don't rush on my part, finish up here. Is it ok if I sit and talk to you while you prepare the bottles?”
“Uh… yeah sure… there’s nothing else you need to get finished or back to?” I looked over her shoulder at the couch.
“No, I’m up now.” She stared at me then turned around, “what are you looking at?”
“Nothing. Just thought I saw something. Must have been shadows.”
Who the heck was on the couch? I thought. There was no way someone could have gone without me seeing them.
“So how long have you worked here?” she asked.
“Couple of years.”
“Did you start off bartending?”
“Yeah, I barbacked a couple of places, then bartended here and there." I was staring at the couch as I talked, "When I started here I was a bartender. I bartended at a couple of places before this. I work some other places on nights I’m not here.” Wow, she was really screwing with whoever was on the couch.
“Can I get one of those beers you were talking about?”
“Sure, but you haven’t finished that one.” I pointed toward the half-full beer bottle on the edge of the bar. “How many have you had?”
“Err… Uhm..” she stared at the bottle. “I wasn’t drinking that… it was over there already.”
“Ok,” I grabbed the bottle, the glass was still cool to the touch, not warm like it should be if it’s been sitting there all night. “Ok, still a little cool to the touch and has a little bit of head on it. Who’s beer is this I said as I walked around the bar and toward the couch.” I’m gonna have fun with this, I thought. Wanna play games? “You are saying this beer has been here for a couple of hours since the dining room closed and you haven’t touched it. And there is no one else over here right?” I slowly walked toward the couch looking back at her. I waited for her to stop me. She didn’t. I looked over the couch and no one was there. I walked around and no one was hiding behind it. I only saw a couple of bar towels laying on the floor. Surprised at seeing no one, I walked back to the bar.
“You ok?” she asked.
“Yeah, I... ah… I just thought… I just…” Maybe I was losing my mind. She was definitely riding someone. My mind pondered.
“How about that beer?” she repeated.
“Sure.” I set the half beer on the bar top. The trashcans back here had been emptied and figured I throw it out upfront. I reached into the cooler and grabbed two beers. I need one now. “Here,” I handed her a Miller while I grabbed a Yuengling. I took a swig. My mind replayed what I saw. I definitely saw her playing with her breast. She was bouncing up and down. Then the bulb lit. Oh, she was playing with herself.
“So just resting?” I said smiling. “rough night?”
“Yeah, waiting tables sucks and tires me out. I want to learn bartending. Seems a lot more fun.”
“I’m sure you get excited now and then back here,” I said laughing in my mind at my joke.
“No, I just run around and get people stuff. I mean they are nice and all but I feel like their slave.”
“That didn’t get you excited tonight, turned on?” I said almost busting out laughing.
“No, “ she said, then her eyes glared at me. “Oh no, how long have you been behind this bar?” Her face reddened.
“Not long, but long enough to know you weren’t resting,” I smiled. “Quite the opposite I would say. I actually thought you were riding on top of someone.”
“No,” she blurted out quickly, her eyes getting wide, “but now that I say that it almost seems worse. You… I… it’s just...” I could see her mind trying to put words to her thoughts. Then the color drained from her face and she stared at me wide-eyed, “Oh god don’t tell anyone. They’ll laugh at me. Please Sko, don’t say a word.”
“Look no worries,” I held my palms up, “we all have our moments. We all take care of ourselves at times it’s perfectly natural. I’m sorry I disturbed you. I won’t say a word to anyone.” I mimicked locking my mouth and throwing the key, “Cross my heart,” my fingers crossed over my chest.
“It’s just I was so horny and I live in a small house with my mom and two younger brothers. I have no place to be alone. I didn’t think you would be back here tonight.”
“Just bad luck on your part. I actually decided to stock the bar and figured while I do it I’ll stock both bars. I honestly only saw the last few minutes. I was actually trying to sneak out when you fell back.”
“When I what?” she asked.
“Oh from my perspective it looked like you were riding on top of someone and fell backward at the end.”
“Oh… a… yeah…a… “ She looked down and grabbed her beer while taking a swig. Her eyes focused on the half-full beer bottle she had put down.
My eyes followed her eyes, “Ok, now I have to ask, what exactly were you doing?”
“Promise you won’t tell a soul,” she said, I nodded, mimicking locking my lips, “and promise you won’t laugh.”
“Listen, some things are funny. I can not promise that. But I promise I won’t laugh at you, just if something funny happened,” I said
“Well, I… “ she kinda looked down and then swigged her beer again. “I’m not sure I wanna tell you.”
“Well, now you have built up the suspense. Now I have to know. Otherwise, my mind will be making things up all night. Besides what more could there be? I saw you playing with yourself and I saw you fall.”
“I didn’t fall,” she corrected, “I threw myself back.”
“Huh?”
“My friend told me… that if you use a beer bottle inside while you masturbate,” she pointed at the half beer on the bar. My eyes followed. “Then as you finish, you throw your hips back and the beer shoots into you. It feels like a man shooting his... um... load inside of you and it... um... heightens the feeling.”
I stared dumbfounded. I looked back and forth from the long-neck bottle to her and then back to the bottle. I processed what she was saying. “I’m not laughing. Nor am I judging. That’s a new, “ I searched for a word, “umm…’technique’ to me. For my own curiosity, how did you do this... uh ... bottle trick?”
“Well… I put the bottle… surrounded by bar towels…” she was stammering as she explained her method, “in between the couch cushions… I climbed on top… and slid down onto the bottle moving up and down… and I ya know rubbed myself…. then as I orgasmed I threw myself back, the beer sloshed into me….” Both of our eyes looked at the bottle on the bar.
My mind flashed back to seeing her on the couch. Then pictured the bottle and how it would stand between the cushions. I have to say the thought made my cock stiffen. “I see why here. This would have been impossible to attempt at home. Would not have been very covert and sounds messy.”
“Yes, I would have certainly been caught by my mom or brothers.” She said looking down into her beer bottle. “The beer just kinda spilled into me and then onto the towels.”
“Ok, did it work? Did it heighten the moment? Did it feel like a man cumming inside you?”
“No it didn’t, I mean the bottle did not feel bad, but did not heighten the moment,” she said. Then she kinda shrugged. “It just made a mess. And … um… actually and remember you promised not to tell anyone,” she looked at me. I crossed my heart again. “To be honest with you I’ve never had a guy do that. So I guess I have nothing to compare it to.”
“Ok,” I was amazed at how personal this was getting. I pushed the boundaries, “never had a guy inside you or cum inside you?”
“Oh never had one finish inside me. Without a condom that is,” she clarified. “Which is funny 'cause I’m on the pill,” she kinda tilted her head and then took a drink. “I’ve been with guys before. Most of the time I think they are afraid to finish inside because of pregnancy.” she paused and looked at me, “I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this.”
“Well, bartenders talk about all kinds of things. We are good listeners and get people to open up. So how often do you do it?” I swigged my beer.
“What have sex with guys? Um, I’m not telling you all that,” she said.
“No, not that,” I said, “I mean how often do you play with yourself with the bottle?”
“Oh, this was the first time, with the bottle that is. I’ve played with myself all of the time. I mean ahh…. I ummm..” Suddenly turning red again. ”Ugh that sounds awful.”
“Look there’s nothing wrong with it. Like I said earlier we all do it. Like Cyndy Lauper sings: ‘she bop, he bop, we bop, I bop, you bop,” I sang.
“But in the back of a bar. It’s embarrassing.”
“Trust me this bar has seen crazier stuff,” I said. Hell, I've done crazier stuff, I thought. “Look you had an itch, you scratched it. At the only place available. Nothing embarrassing. I saw you but it could have been your mom or brothers that would have totally sucked. “
“Yeah, I'd have never lived that down. My brothers would have told the world.“
“Is this the first time here?”
She looked down into her bottle, “No, and you better not say a word to anyone.” she replied.
“I have already promised my secrecy. Consider this confidentiality like a doctor/patient thing. Only with the bartender/patron.” I smiled. “Look, had I been stealthier, I would have left you alone and never said a word. Just had the sexy image of you squeezing your breast in my head.”
“Oh fuck you saw that.” Her head turned away. “I’m so screwed…”
“It was sexy.” I interrupted her, “Hell had I known you were alone I may have moved to watch from a better location. What I saw turned me on, it was sexy.”
She was staring at me and I could tell her mind was thinking something as she drank from her bottle. “So seeing me turned you on?”
“Absolutely, I’m a man. Seeing even a glimpse of a girl half-naked in the throes of passion turns me on. Especially a sexy girl. Why do you think Playboy sells so many copies? For the articles?” I smiled.
She swigged her beer as the gears in her mind continued to turn, “So I’m thinking, you watched me playing with myself half naked.” A devious smile spread across her face, “By fair turn shouldn’t I get to watch you half naked playing with yourself.”
I swigged my beer stalling as I formulated a reply. “My observation was accidental. I attempted to leave. Technically I owe no quid pro quo,” I said. Her smile faded. “However,” I continued, “talking about this with you has me horny as a devil. And so that you are comfortable that I will not tell anyone I think we could reach a deal.”
“A deal?”
“You said the beer bottle trick heightens the feeling. I dunno about that. But I can tell you that watching someone playing with themselves while you are touching yourself certainly heightens the feeling. I know this from experience. Besides, I wanna see this bottle trick firsthand. I’ll watch you and you watch me. Also, I think I have an idea of how to improve your trick.”
“Improve?”
“Yeah, an old bar game called ‘knock.’ You pop the bottle and the fizz in the beer shoots the beer out. When you are about to orgasm, slide off the bottle, I'll knock the top, you slide back on and the bottle will spray out the contents. Might be worth a try. If you are interested.” I looked at her and she nodded slowly. “Ok, let's get this going.”
“Umm just like that you are ready.”
“First off I’ve been turned on since I saw you half-dressed. Second, this conversation and the images in my head have done nothing to dissuade that. Third, I am confident that by the time I meet you over on that couch, I’ll be more than ready.”
I grabbed a few things and then made my way back over to the couch. As I walked up, Sally had stripped off her blouse and bra. She let down her brown hair so it hung around her shoulders. Her breasts were full with pointed nipples. The light was dim but illuminated her perfectly. She sat on the couch cross-legged, her skirt hiked up but still hiding her pubic area. I had slipped out of my shirt. I dropped my pants and boxers. I stepped out of them. As predicted I was at full staff.
I put some towels down and popped the cap on the bottle. I checked the rim to make sure it wasn’t cracked then handed it to her. She positioned the towels and then placed the bottle in between the cushions. I stood in front of her naked and fully erect.
I grabbed some flavored lube from my backpack. I put some on my hand and started massaging my cock. My hand stroked from my balls to the tip then down again. She watched me. After a few strokes, I slid to the couch sitting in front of her. I put my legs on either side of her. She positioned herself over the bottle and hiked up her skirt. She had her pubes shaved in a landing strip. Her eyes stared at my hand sliding up and down my cock as she spat in her hand and wet the neck and mouth of the bottle. She rubbed her lips along the opening and neck. I could see her juices and spit coat the bottle.
When she felt it was ready she maneuvered the bottle against her opening. Slowly she lowered herself onto the glass. I watched as it slid inside. She exhaled and tilted her head back slightly. She slid up and down the neck slowly. Pre cum leaked out of the tip of my cock.
Out of habit, I took a swig from the bottle in my hand. I realized as I drank I had grabbed the bottle she had used earlier. I could smell her on it. “Mmmm,” I said as I licked the mouth and neck of the bottle in my hand, “You taste delicious.” As I did this I remembered something when we play ‘knock’ you have to wait till there are a few sips taken out or the bottle or the bottom can break from the pressure. “Oh shoot. Slid off. I forgot something.” I said. I leaned forward as I explained the need to empty the bottle a little. She slid off the bottle. I raised it to my mouth and toasted her. I took a nice long pull. Drinking about two or three swallows. I licked the rim then slid it back to its place. ”I could get used to that taste on my beer bottles,” I said. I put some flavored lube all over the neck. She smiled and lowered herself onto the bottle slowly again.
I went back to stroking my cock. She moved up and down. Stroking her clit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. Her eyes watched my hand moving up and down. My eyes watched her breasts bounce. I shifted my focus to the bottleneck disappearing and reappearing as she moved up and down. Her lips held onto the bottle as she moved up. They seemed to drag it back in when she lowered. She was moving faster. It was amazing to watch. Her entire body was moving in rhythm. I tried to match her pace with my hand. She rubbed her hand along her clit. Her speed picked up. Her head was slightly tilted back. Her eyes were half shut mouth slightly opened. I listened to her breathing increase. Her pace quickened.
“Remember to let me know when you are close,” I reminded.
“I will,” she replied. “Not long now.”
I kept stroking but prepared my bottle. I also prepared some more lube on my hand to put on her bottle.
Her fingers danced around her clit rubbing and stroking. Her hand squeezed and pinched her nipples. I heard her breathing got heavier. The pace was quickening. “Almost there,'' she said. I was close too. I slowed so as not to miss her cue for me to act. Her breasts bounced and her hips rocked. Wow, what a show. I had to stop so I didn't cum when she needed me. Her lips grasped the bottle. Stretching and pulling it back in. Her face went flush and she bit at her lower lip. “Oh… oh … now…” she slid off the bottle. I knocked the top of the bottle with my bottle. My hand slid down around covering the top with lube. I moved like a NASCAR pit crew.
“Back on,” I commanded.
She lowered herself back on, still furiously rubbing her button. I could see the bottle fizz as she slid down on it. It penetrated her without issue. I shifted to my knees and stroked faster.
“Yessss…” she screamed and her body jerked and twitched as she bounced up and down. She rubbed her clit and squeezed her breast. I could see her body pulse as the orgasm hit her. The beer and juices seeped out of her. I stroked my cock faster and harder. Her head tilted back and her back arched. Her body trembled. Seeing this set me off. I felt my orgasm coming. She was pumping up and down on the bottle. Her breasts bounced. My balls tightened. Pleasure flowed through my system. The first string of cum shot out from my cock and hit her chest. The rest covered her stomach and midsection. I kept stroking as the wave of ecstasy danced around my body. I slowed as the feelings subsided. I moved back to my butt and then leaned back away from her. Her pace slowed. She sat up straighter. Still, she slowly moved up and down. Her hips ground on the bottle. As she slowed and enjoyed the last moments of ecstasy. I could see her relax.
“Lay back,“ I said. She sat back on the couch. Her lips were still grasping the bottle. I reached down and slowly, carefully, slid the bottle from inside her. Her lips and folds glistened with juices and beer. She sat on the couch across from me.
“Wow,” I exhaled loudly. “That was impressive. You looked amazing. Did it work?”
“Not sure if it was the bottle or watching you but the feeling intensified. As soon as I slid back onto the bottle, I felt beer spraying into me. Definitely was a different feeling. Lubing the bottle really helped.”
I sat with my feet on either side of her, her legs were over mine. I took a swig from the bottle, licking the rim of juices, lube, and beer. “Wow, the flavor of this brew just gets better with each swig,” I exclaimed. She smiled. She was laying back on a pillow against the side of the couch. Looking at me over her breasts. Both of which were spackled with my cum. Her pussy was swollen and glistening. A small stream of beer leaked out of her. I couldn’t resist. “I have to taste this from the tap,” I dove between her legs. “May I?” I looked at her, my mouth inches from her soaked opening.
“Yes.. plea… Ohhhhh.” The minute the s in yes left her mouth, my tongue ravished her lips. I sucked her folds. I lapped up everything I could reach. My hands spread her knees apart and I moved in closer. My fingers spread her lip opening her up more so my tongue could penetrate her further.
“Oh wow… that feels amazing.”
The taste of cherry lube, beer, and her juices teased my senses. My mind raced as it processed each flavor. My eyes peered at her looking over her breasts at her face. Her chest moved up and down, her mouth opened slightly. Her left hand went to her breast again. When she squeezed it her hand became covered in my cum. She opened her eyes and looked. She brought the hand to her mouth and licked up my jizz. “Mmmm, you don’t taste bad yourself,” she smiled as she licked her fingers.
My right hand pushed up and grabbed, squeezing her breast and caressing her nipple. Her body shuddered. “Oh yes….” she exhaled slowly. My left thumb teased her clit.
I just moved my tongue all around her opening. My mouth slurped as I sucked and drank her juices and beer. My eyes closed. I savored each lick and slurp. I slid two fingers inside of her to tease her g-spot. My right hand slid down to stroke her pubic hair. I pushed down slightly and with my thumb and forefinger closed her lips around her clit. My tongue licked at my fingers and slid down her taint to her anus. As my fingers worked, I licked around her anus. I felt her body twitch.
“Sko, I don’t know… holy shit that feels amazing.”
My tongue lingered on her anus. I slowly started sliding my fingers in and out stroking her g-spot with each thrust. My other hand spread her cheeks to let me access more. I lingered there as her body started moving to the rhythm of my fingers. I sat up and swigged the beer, licking my lips and swirling it around my mouth. I slid back down pushing her leg up and pulling it slightly to the side spreading her wider. My fingers slid in deeper. Arm hooked around her leg I spread her lips and began to kiss around her labia and mons. I increased the pace and listened as her breathing became heavier. She let out a moan and breathed in deeply. My fingers spread her hood and exposed her button. I flicked my tongue across it. I breathed slightly. She shuddered. I sucked in and the air rushed across her exposed clit. Inside of her, I tickled her g-spot and thrust in deep. Her muscles clenched tight on my hand. I licked across her clit. She held her breath and then exhaled quickly. A loud moan escaped her mouth. I kept licking as my fingers were squeezed by her. She shook and shuddered. The orgasm rocked across her body. Juices flooded out of her and I tried to gather as much as I could with my tongue. Her hand grabbed my head and pulled it into her. My tongue flicked across her and lapped up all I could. Her fingers dug into my head. She let out moans and shouts of joy. My fingers pumped away. I sucked and licked. She bucked and squeezed her leg against my head. My arm still held her other leg open and she pushed hard against that. Finally, she pushed my head away. Her legs squeezed together trapping my hand.
“No more, no more I can’t take anymore.” Her body still twitched. I still teased her g-spot with my fingers. She reached down and grabbed my hand, stopping it. “No stop really, it's too much.”
I slid my hand out and brought it to my mouth. I sucked my fingers and licked them. I inhaled deeply to gather the scent of her into my nose. “Best brew I've ever tasted. I can’t get enough. I need to bottle this.” She smiled as I kept licking my fingers.
“Looks like it revived everything too.” She was staring at my reawakened cock which had become erect again as I devoured her.
“Yeah, your scent and taste are an aphrodisiac. I could put that on the label.” I smiled.
“I need to discover if my bottle experiment is better. I need you to lay back so I can find out.” She pushed my shoulders and I fell back onto the couch. I slid onto my back. My cock standing up. I slid a pillow under my butt to prop myself up a little.
“Get that skirt off and ride my cock.”
She slid her skirt off. Straddled me and slid down so her opening was against the head of my cock. She wiggled her hips a little and swished the tip of my cock. I exhaled. I put my hands on her hips and watched as she lowered herself onto my shaft. She was soaked and I slid in easily. She pulled up and I saw her lips stretch as they held onto my cock not wanting to let go. She slid back down slowly. Her muscles grasped tight on me. She moved her hips grinding on my cock. She squeezed me and then started to move her whole body up and down. Sliding almost to the top of my shaft, almost pulled off then sliding back down. I waited til she started sliding down then thrust up into her hard. She exhaled deeply then wiggled her hips again clasping tight on me. This process repeated and the pace quickened. My hands held her hips and I pulled her down when I thrust up. I did this every three or four times, varying it just enough to surprise her once in a while. Her breasts bounced and she put her hands on my hands as she ground her hips against mine. She slid her hands up her stomach which was still covered with my semen. She swirled it around and then grasped at her breast squeezing them as she rode me. Her breasts glistened with my cum. She pinched her nipples while she bounced up and down. She moved her hands to her mouth and licked them. Her breast jiggled. She leaned forward putting her hands on my shoulders. She looked into my eyes.
“This feels much better than the bottle. It doesn’t push into me,“ she smiled.
“That’s a plus for me then,” I smiled. I met each grind and bounced with a thrust. Then I started wiggling my hips. “Bet the bottle doesn’t do this either.”
“Not… at… all… “ she said, exhaling as her body shivered. Then I reached up and cupped her breasts. Running my fingers along them and squeezing. Lightly pinching each nipple. “Ohhhhh… It doesn’t do that either.”She leaned back and arched her back pushing her pelvis down deeper onto me.
I started to make a list of bottles I needed for the front bar trying to stall the pressure building inside me. She squeezed her hips together clenching her abdomen. Clenching her muscles tighter on my cock. I grabbed her hips again and held her tight to me. I could feel the tension building with each thrust. I was doing math in my head. God this felt amazing. She slid her feet forward and moved so that she was positioned like a jockey.
“Oh yes, that’s the spot. I’m close. Try to cum with me.”
‘Try’ I thought, ‘I hope I will last.’ I ran through the starting lineup for the Phillies. Noting who was right-hand and who was left-handed. Fuck that. My mind focused on this naked beauty bouncing on my cock. She moved as if in a gallop on the last run of the derby. Her breasts bounced in rhythm she clenched and tightened as if she might fall off. Her muscles pulled on my cock. She moaned and started panting. I held her tight and tried to thrust each time she came down.
“Yes… Yess… Yess…” She clenched hard. “Oh yes Sko… Now…Yesss…” she cried out. Her body trembled. Her muscles clamped down. I let my mind focus on the pleasure of the moment and joined her. As she quivered, I exploded into her. I tried to push into her hips. She clasped and her muscles gripped my shaft. My body shook on its own as the cum erupted into her. I kept her tight against me. The orgasm stampeded across our bodies. “Sko yess… It feels so good.”
My eyes tracked to take in the entire situation. I went from her pubic hair where our bodies joined up her body. Her swollen breasts protruded outward. The pose was incredibly erotic. Her head was tilted back and she was on her toes with her back arched. The image burned into my head. She bucked and moved but I held her tight keeping our connection. I had finished but my body still twitched. Pleasure still danced around me. She slid to her knees and then forward with her hands on my shoulders. Chills ran through my system. She collapsed onto my chest. I moved my arms around her.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I said.
“Yes it was,” she agreed. “Nothing compared to the bottle. Not even in the slightest.”
“Well thank goodness men won’t be replaced.”
“At least you won’t. And a bottle doesn’t have a tongue to work me up as you did.” She rested on my chest. Our sweat mingled where our bodies touched. Our breathing was heavy. “Give me a moment to relax.”
“Take all the time you need.” I pulled her tight, running my fingers through her hair and massaging her scalp lightly. I could feel our bodies relaxing. I concentrated on slowing my breathing. She pulled herself against me. I felt her breath on my chest. My shaft softened and slid out of her.
“I don’t like that,” she whispered.
“Yeah neither do I,” I agreed. It felt good being inside of her. Felt really good holding her. I closed my eyes. She was snuggled tight against me laying on top of me, her legs intertwined with mine. I was totally calm. I opened my eyes. “I absolutely hate to break this up but if we don’t get up I’ll fall asleep and who knows when someone is going to walk through one of these doors.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good. I guess we have to get up. You are just too damn comfortable.”
“You just feel too damn good. But somethings have to be done.”
She climbed off me. She sat back on the couch. I stood and made my way naked in the dim light to the bathroom. I wet some paper towels and helped wash her up a bit. Then dried her off. Then we dressed. I drank the last of her homebrewed beer. Once again commenting about the quality. I grabbed some bottles from the back. She insisted on helping me. We talked about her training to be a bartender. I told her I would mention it to the owner.
About five minutes into stocking, Jimmy, the owner, opened the front door as if he heard us talking about him. “Hey what are you two still doing here?” Sally froze.
“Just stocking. Sally came back to help me out. Said she wants to learn to tend bar. Make a little extra money. I said if she helped me clean and stock I'd teach her.”
“Hell take Sko up on that. We can always use another bartender. Just make sure Sko doesn’t make you do all the cleaning,” Jimmy said smiling. “Seriously though Sko is the best around, he’ll teach ya all the tricks.”
I looked at Sally, “I don’t know Jimmy, she’s pretty smart, I think she can show me some tricks. Especially with bottles." Sally smiled and blushed a little.
“Well, that’s even better. Once she’s ready, I'll let her work with you when someone wants off. I think you two look good together. There is definitely something between you. Sko’s the Master bartender. You listen to him and do what he says. He’ll have you squared away real quick. He’ll take good care of you.”
“I’m sure he will.” She smiled
Jimmy grabbed the money from the night's take. He mixed a drink and stepped into the office. “I gotta finish up the week's books. Don’t wait for me to head on out. Just lock up as always. He bid us goodnight. I heard the office door lock after it closed.
“That was close,“ Sally said. “Is he staying there?”
“Yeah, it must be a rough night at home,” I explained. “I hadn’t seen him earlier so I figured he would come by.” I changed to a whisper, “otherwise I’d still be holding your hot naked body in my arms.”
She blushed.“Thanks for mentioning that I wanted to bartend.”
“Hey, I know you’ll do well. Besides now I get to train you and tell you what to do. What more can I ask for?” I smiled.
“I think that only applies to bartending.” She said,
“I believe he told me to teach you new tricks. And there was no specification as to what the parameters were for this training. I figure it’ll be an around-the-clock process. May take numerous lessons and cover several different topics.” I said confidently.
“I agree to be a willing student and learn all I can from you. Besides, Jimmy said you were the Master Bartender.”
“Yeah, he’s always going on about that.”
“Ok then, what do you want me to do next, Master?” she said.