I wanted her for so long...
She had had too much to drink. We had closed the bar, sent
the bouncer home, and I had finished cleaning up in back.
When I got back out, she was still working. A six-foot raven-haired
amazon beauty, Lisa the bartender had apparently "quality
checked" the drink well a little too often tonight. As a
bar back, I often fantasized about her, as my view of her
was usually from below and behind, looking at those great
legs in those comfortable shorts she wore. But up until
now I'd never even considered what was going on in her mind.
Men, better looking than me, came and went every night,
many wanting her phone number. She politely turned them
all down as a matter of course. But something happened to
us that night. I helped her clean up the front. She looked
at me when we were done with a look I'd never seen before.
I had to look over my shoulder to make sure she was looking
at me. Then she walked up to me and put her hand deliberately
on my crotch, where my half-hard cock was betraying my months-long
admiration for her.
"I'm horny, " she announced, her eyes alight from her samplings.
I didn't know what to say. She guided me into the storeroom,
where the boxes have been stacked neatly and leveled, thanks
to my hard work, ready for the afternoon shipment. Then
she hopped up onto those boxes and wiggled her shapely hips
right out of her shorts, dropping them off her ankles with
an impatient kick. I know my eyes were wide as saucers as
I looked at the pretty pink g-string she wore; I'd seen it
before in glimpses from time to time. Now she was showing
me everything.
"I want you to eat me, " she said straight out. "Right now."
She propped her feet up on the box edges, her sneaker tread
holding her legs up, and leaned back on her elbows. After
all the fantasizing I'd done about this moment, I only hesitated
an instant to make sure it was really happening. Then I pushed
her pink undies aside and buried my face in her hot snatch.
She had been on her feet for hours, and she smelled of sweat
and sex. I was turned on incredibly as I licked her lovely
pink labia, surrounded by her wiry black pussy hair. It
scratched my cheeks as I burrowed my tongue deep inside
her, and she leaned back and moaned at my attentions. I found
her clit, hooded and hiding, and teased it with the tip of
my tongue. She took my head in her hands and pressed it to
her snatch as her tangy juices wet my lips and face. She moaned
incoherently as I licked the petals of the lovely pink rose
between her thighs, tenderly teasing with my lips against
hers. Her cries became louder and more desperate as I continued,
and then she clamped her strong thighs against my head and
I nearly drowned in her orgasm, her juices trickling out
and onto my tongue, where I drank them greedily, hardly
noticing that I needed air. When she finally relaxed from
her spasms, my vision was doing funny things and I almost
passed out, trying to catch my breath. She thought this
was hilarious, and laughed while I steadied myself against
her knees.
"Oh, come ON, " she said, still very much alight, "I know
you're not THAT worn out." Worn out? Me? Hell no! My cock
was rock-hard in my black tux pants by now. I undressed her
on those boxes while she fumbled with my trouser fastenings.
I only got them partway down when she took my cock in her hands
and tugged me back between her legs. She leaned back, pulling
me on top of her, reaching down and guiding me inside her
impatiently. I offered no resistance as her body enveloped
me, her hot steamy lovehole taking me all the way inside
as she wrapped those long, strong legs around me and locked
her ankles around my hips. I wanted her. I'd wanted her since
I met her weeks ago. I rammed my cock up inside her as she smiled
and grunted with each push inside her tight, wet pussy.
Her hands clawed at my back under my shirt, pulling me deeper
with each thrust, grabbing at my ass as I slammed my hard
pole up inside her, again and again. I felt my body responding
more intensely than I'd ever felt before, my guts tightening
and my balls swelling with impending climax.
"I'm coming, " was all I could gasp out. She opened her eyes
and looked deep into mine, holding me inside her as my body
responded. My cock throbbed in her as my searing juice filled
her snatch, again and again, and I lost myself in her laughing,
glowing green eyes. Even as my spasms subsided, I saw her
chuckle to herself as she held me like one would a teddy bear.
We lay together for a long moment in that storeroom before
I realized it was almost daylight. She was asleep. I put
myself together, then dressed her as best I could. Lisa
was not light as I helped her to my car and drove her home.
That night, we were back on the job. We had a few moments in
the storeroom after that, but none like that first night.
I moved away a month later, and when I called back to the bar,
I was told that she'd quit and nobody knew where she was.
Lisa, I miss you terribly.
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