[MF] The Blonde at My Bar

She caught my eye immediately. Her heels alerted me to her presence in my bar before I could glance in her direction. My brain was already sending off signals of intrigue about the professionally dressed woman that slipped into the barstool a few minutes past two on a slow Monday afternoon.

Her blonde hair was up in a loose bun. Her fingers featured a French manicure, my favorite. Her false eyelashes batted beautifully as she typed away on her iphone and sipped on her glass of wine. Her dress was tight fitting but was office appropriate. Still, she knew what she was doing, as it showed off her breasts wonderfully.

She was a very beautiful woman, but I was immediately attracted to her not just because she was so good looking. The blouse, skirt, false lashes and manicured nails; business attire viewed through a lens of fetish and fantasy was one of my weaknesses. As a bartender I was privy to women dressed like this before and was unabashed to casually flirting. It was indeed one of my fetishes. I racked my brain for a question to ask that isn’t standard, plus the woman before me was also glued to her phone, and eventually answered an incoming phone call.

It was to my relief and surprise that she broke the ice first, with a question regarding the level of difficulty we had hiring staff.

I introduced myself after we chatted a bit, as did Bridget. She was self-employed. Her business card revealed her full name and I noticed her office was right around the corner. We talked casually for twenty minutes or so and I benefited from having absolutely no-one else to attend to.

After she finished her wine, I thanked for her keeping me company, telling her to stop in soon and (of course) watched intently as her high heels lead her away. I promptly looked her up on facebook and made myself promise I wouldn’t do anything creepy.

Fast forward to a busy Friday, my head was buried in cocktail hell when I heard a voice say “hey, Riley”. I looked up to see the blonde beauty and her smile before me. It was a welcome surprise. Unfortunately I was busy, and Bridget made mention that she was meeting someone to discuss business.

When she looked at her phone, the screen light illuminated her eyelashes and they looked *magnificent*. I love long, faux lashes on a woman, and so after I ducked out from behind the bar to scan the floor and check in on the hostess stand (and before Bridgets guest arrived) I walked by her stool to scan her outfit and scope out her heels. She looked up from her phone with a smile, and I quickly mentioned “…I love your outfit, and your eyelashes are on point right now.”

She seemed a little shocked, but smiled and thanked me for the compliment as I proceeded to move back to my work.

She came and went after a glass of wine with whomever she was meeting, and that night I had a friend request from her on Facebook.

Come Saturday night, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and sent her a quick message on facebook messenger. I kept it succinct and professional.

“Thanks for stopping in again! Hope your meeting went well. If you come keep me company on Monday I’ll buy you a glass of wine!”

By Sunday afternoon she had read it, but did not respond. *Womp womp womp*

Ten years prior, I would have sent another message as an immature, horny, hopeful 22 year old. But for the following week I stayed far away. This woman was a single mother of two starting her own business. She did not need some casual flirting, and sure as hell didn’t need some *fling* with a bartender.

That Monday came and went without a visit. Halloween passed (and I avoided the urge to wish her a happy halloween), and I came to the realization that my overactive fantasies once again had let me down.

But the following Monday, with Bridget aware that I was done with my day at 4:30, sent me a message.

“Hey! Sorry I haven’t been in for that glass of wine. Busy on my end. I’m stuck in the office all day. I have a favor to ask….think you could deliver a bite for me? I know you mentioned you’re off before 5. I can give you my card information to pay and I’m just around the corner!”

This set off some alarms. Her office was flanked by a chipotle and a pizza joint. She had never had a bite from my place before. Why wouldn’t she just stop over for take out? You could practically walk to and from in 5 minutes.

“Absolutely I can do that for you”. I replied (why wouldn’t I!?!).

Her office door was locked when I arrived a little past five. A multitude of cubicles could be seen from the window, it seemed to me this particular setup was for a lot of self employed business professionals that needed some style of office set-up but did not need a whole room, floor, building etc.

I saw a light flick on and Bridget emerged down a hallway, her pencil skirt showing off her curves wonderfully. The pink blouse buttoned just above her cleavage, her bust on display, her black open-toed pumps carried her to the door with a smile. I felt ridiculous bringing her food, in my work khakis and what I imagine a scent of fryer and booze. My heart thumped as she welcomed me in and locked the door behind me. I didn’t want to get over my head, but something was going on right now, I thought.

“thank you so much, oh my god I am starving!”

“Not a problem at all, were right around the corner and I’m obviously passing by on my way home”

“Here, let me show you my office!”

I noticed outside her small, sparsely decorated office sat a desk and phone.

“Oh for a secretary! Very fancy and powerful of you!” I quipped, she laughed. There was some tension in the room…

I picked up the phone, and found that it rang out to the second line. Bridget looked at me with curiosity.

“You’re dressed like the secretary, I think you should answer that” I suggested. She smiled and played along, both of us were dipping our toes into the water at this point, I believe.

“Close the door when you leave your boss’ office…” I teased, and she shut the door and then answered the phone.

“Yes, Sir?” she answered the phone, and my cock stirred. My throat was hoarse, lips felt chapped. This was going somewhere. I came up with a stereotypical boss demand:

“Do you have those files I asked to have sent over?”

Bridget laughed “Oh, no I don’t. I forgot your request!”

“Then what am I paying you for?” I needed to cannonball into the water, not test the temperature with my feet.

“If it’s for your looks then why don’t you come into my office and show me exactly why I hired you…”

I hung the phone up before she could respond, and sat on the wooden desk chair, taking off my coat. She was slow to enter, if I had overstepped my bounds and read this whole situation completely wrong I figured she would laugh it off under the guise of awkwardness.

But in she stepped, her blouse unbuttoned to show off a taste more of cleavage and her lace bra. She closed the door quietly as if we were having a secret rendezvous amongst real life office workers.

“I said show me exactly why I hired you!” she blushed as my tone shifted to a more dominant approach, and I attacked her blouse with my hands, popping the buttons free with force. Her gasp coincided with blushing and my cock hardening beneath my khakis.

I stepped back to admire, her hands were quick to undo my buckle as our lips swapped kisses. She dropped my khakis to the ground and took my boxers with them, and in one swoop my cock was in her mouth and my hands were guiding her head along my shaft.

“Oh, this is why I hired you” I exclaimed, her nails looked wonderful stroking my shaft as she bobbed on my cock. Smiling, with a mouth full of my member, she looked up at me and nodded her head up and down to agree with my faux synopsis.

I pulled her head back, demanding she get off her knees, and to bend over her desk. Sliding her skirt up over her thighs revealed a black thong and a plump plugged butt, I could smell her arousal immediately, my cock buried itself into her pussy as her moans increased from my thrusts. The jeweled buttplug glistened as I pounded into her. Sliding it in and out simultaneously, reveling at the sight of her tight hole gripping the metal plug. I teased her, “how horny were you today that you plugged your little butthole in the hope that I would see?” Pulling her hair and spanking her cheeks to a solid red color brought her to orgasm in minutes, her pussy tightened around my cock as her knees buckled. I spun her around, lifting her bra up to get my hands and my mouth on her C cup breasts and continue to pound her. Pinching her nipples and clamping my teeth down upon her areolas elicited guttural moans of pleasure. She kissed my neck, breathing heavy as my hands explored her magnificent milf body, before she dropped back to her knees and tasted herself on my sex.

“I want you to come…” she asked as her hands, both at once, slipped themselves up and down my spit and pussy juice covered shaft. I asked her if she wanted my load in her pussy or on her “pretty little secretary face”, and the second she said “I want you to blow this hot load on my face and on my tits” come came cascading down onto her face and tits in a multitude of heavy, powerful squirts. She smiled wide and giggled as I covered her with my orgasm.

“I hope that’s what you needed from your secretary!”

“Maybe you can let me know when those files I requested have arrived. Until then, you can keep that butt plugged, got it?”

Bridget blushed as she slipped her skirt back down her thighs. We exchanged a long and lustful kiss, my hands pinching her nipples, and I whispered into her ear.

“Clean yourself up. I’m leaving now. We will do this again next week. Understood?”

She nodded her head up and down, and by the time I arrived home, a message on facebook awaited me:

“I’ll be wearing my plug next monday if you wish to check…”

“You’ll be wearing your buttplug 9-5 until I tell you otherwise. See you monday.”

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