I[M] Somehow Managed to Hook up with the Bartender[F]

Long time lurker, first time poster, so bear with me.

I’m in sales, so I frequently need to travel to other cities and states to visit with customers. Earlier this week I had an impromptu overnight trip to visit with a few prospects. I drove out of town the day before my meetings, so that I could rest up, and make the journey back easier the following day. Little did I know, rest is not what I’d be getting.

After checking in to my hotel, and prepping for the following day’s meetings, I headed over to a nearby Bar and Grill. The place ended up being a little nicer than I thought, with the waitstaff dressed up with vests and ties to boot. I took my seat at the Bar, which is much easier than waiting for a seat. Plus the place was booming!

The bartender came over and took my order, and I never gave it a second thought. She had this whole Olivia Munn thing going for her, but because of the “uniform”, you couldn’t really tell what was going underneath. I consider myself somewhat attractive, and have been compare to a bearde JJ Watt, but smaller. My food and drink came, and I went about my business thinking about the next day.

Once I finished dinner, she returned to where I was at the Bar asking for if I wanted another, and I thought “what the hell, one more couldn’t hurt.” She returned with a much stronger drink and we started making small talk. By now the regulars started leaving little by little and our small talk turned in to flirting and making fun of a couple clearly on a Tinder date.

Two more drinks later, we were laughing and having a blast, when she asked if I wanted to meet her after work and we exchanged numbers. I headed over to a nearby bar and texted her I had arrived, half expecting a no show. I had finished a beer when low and behold my bartender showed up. We made more small talk, where I find out I’m 7 years older than her. She asked if I wanted to get out of there, and we were off to my room.

Making out the whole way to my room, made me feel like we were in High School again. In the room clothes started coming off and she whispers in my ear, “I’m not wearing panties.” When I looked at her, she gives me this I’m a dirty girl look. I fucking lost it. We couldn’t make it on the bed fast enough.

Before I knew it, she was down to her little pink bralette. The uniform she had on did her no justice! She wasn’t skinny, but was definitely toned from working out, tatooed, but not sleeved. Once I wrapped it up, I couldn’t wait to penetrate that beautiful mound. Personally, I prefer bare, but she kept it nearly trimmed and it drove me wild!

The combination of flowing drinks and traveling all day made the thre whole ordeal a whirlwind. We collapsed and slept naked together. Hooking up with the Bartender was definitely not planned for, but greatly appreciated.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b4sl3p/im_somehow_managed_to_hook_up_with_the_bartenderf