I was bartending at a decent sized bar in one of the neighborhoods around town. Occasionally, we would let customers stay for “after hours” which was after we closed and the staff would hang out for a few hours drinking, playing poker, or what-not.
It was a normal Saturday night, busy as always and we had a good time drinking and working from behind the bar (was one of the few bars that allowed you to drink behind the bar). Maya had come in a few times and sat near where the bartenders would hang back when it wasn’t slammed.
We hit it off and were chatting whenever I had a free second. I invited her to stay for after hours and she accepted. The kitchen staff and bar staff came to the upstairs bar and we were all drinking beers , playing pool, and just having a grand old time.
Maya asked me to walk her home. We started down the street but only got as far as the baseball diamond across the street before we started making out. She pulled me into the dugout and clothes were quickly discarded. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands and lips on her skin, her fingers in my hair. The straps of her dress slid off her shoulders as I pulled it down to reveal her B cup breasts. She sat in my lap with her dress hiked up around her waist.
My shirt was next. Her hands started grabbing at my crotch. Next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles and I was balls deep inside of her. At first, she rode me. Then I lay her on the bench in the dugout with her legs in the air. Then bent over the bench.
Hard and slow, quick and rough, we would vary the speed based on the position. She was one of those lucky women who had the ability to orgasm quickly and often – not going to lie, made me feel like a champion.
We paid no attention to the sidewalk on the other side of the fence. Luckily no one (that I noticed) walked by. However, in our inattention – we failed to notice that there was a clear shot of the bench of the dugout from the upstairs window of my bar…
We kept fucking like animals until I couldn’t take it any longer. I came inside of her (terribly unsafe and a bad idea, I know, but got really lucky with that one.)
As we were getting dressed, I looked up and saw like four of the kitchen staff drinking miller lites leering at us from the window of the bar. The sous chef lifted his drink in a silent salute and chuckled walking away from the window. Oh boy…I looked over – Maya noticed too.
I never saw her again after that. Very awkward the next few weeks at work.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65pdc5/home_run_at_the_public_baseball_field