[MF] Working at a bar isn’t boring.

My 2nd job was as a bartender at this wood paneled dive in “Elvis country.” Simone (not her real name) was just a straight up cutie. She rode horses for some event thing. Fit body, smallish tits, and nice hips. She had long strawberry blonde hair, she always kept pulled back.

We worked together a lot. After I was able to schedule myself better, I took over the good shifts, W-SAT 6-close (we worked Saturday nights together). She was happy about this as a single mom. We became fast friends and teased each other mercilessly. Our playfulness was always very flirty until our bosses went on vacation.

She was working a double and when I got off from my first job, I came in and handled a couple deliveries while she worked the front. I even went as far as stocking and cleaning up the back for her. Plus I was getting paid, and the bar was dead.

She came back and started fucking with me. You know the typical shit, tough southern belle and all. Somehow we end up against the wall and began to kiss. This was aching hunger kissing. Moaning and heavy petting. We pull away from each other and check the bar. Empty. Head to the back and she’s against a desk. We’re dry humping. I unbutton her jeans and slip my hand into her wet panties. My fingers rubbing and fucking her pussy as they’re fighting the silky fabric and the tight jeans, again, only unbuttoned and unzipped. We want more. My hand is soaked and she lets out a loud “GOD JESUS FUCK!” puts her hand on my chest to keep me at bay and we hear the front door to the bar open.

We laugh at ourselves as she takes the order of the 2 little old ladies who needed some lunch. It starts to get busy so, I leave and finish what we started by myself at home. We say nothing to each other until I show up on Wednesday. She sees me and smiles happily as I walk over “he” pops up. Her fiancé already working on a buzz. (This guy looks exactly like the guy who works with, Holly in Die Hard, who dimes out John McClain’s name to Hanz. Truth)

“There’s my main man. How bout setting me up with one more…” Simone gives me the look and the “no” nod. I say “sorry” and insert a lame excuse after. “Oh. Well that’s cool I’m taking my girl out to dinner… Something douchey.”

We head to the back as I get my shit together for the shift, and kiss tenderly. She says “he’s out of town for the weekend and my kids are at their dad’s. Something to think about.”

Wednesday and Thursday are typical. Friday and I’m off to the races. I’m slammed and I have only 2 waitresses out of 3, and 1 is new. Things find their pace and call it whatever you want, but the phone rings at the bar, and Fiancé walks in with a blonde. Simone is on the phone checking up (she was the boss that week). I say guess who’s here and she says “With the blonde? My address is…”

The man says nothing to me until he leaves, and I’m closing up. “Don’t mention this to Simone would ya?”
I said I wouldn’t, and I also wasn’t serving him bottom shelf at top shelf prices either. He slips me $50. I close up and call Simone. She was sleeping but wanted me there.

I get to her place. Knock on the door and she opens it. She’s wearing a silky tank and short victoria secret combo. She locks the door and we make out all the way to her bedroom. Her body is fit. She hid it well. It was pale and pink, freckled and delicious. I go down her body, my lips and tongue leaving little footprints as they find her already wet and sweet pussy. I had barely anytime to operate and she was cumming. Her hips in the sky and her soft clean cunt in my face pressing against it, her screams were the loudest I heard in some time.

This southern belle got dirty in an instant and I was at a loss. “I need you to fuck my ass now.” (FYI at that moment in time this was a virgin alert moment) I’ve been with some very adventurous women before Simone, but never that far. A little lube and some porn knowledge and I was operating like a pro (I hope). We got our rhythm going and she was a vocal and verbal dynamo. Thankfully she came again, loudly and I pulled out and exploded on her ass. We clean up, and played till about 8 that morning.

Saturday was a mad house and we were sweating. We get the waitresses their shifters, bullshit and get them out the door. I’m doing the final lights out check and I’m in the main bar. Because I want to leave, and I wanna fuck, I’m in a rush. A pink thong hits me in the head and I look up. Simone wore a skirt that night, she’s laying on the table resting on her elbows. “We haven’t decided whose place were going to stay at yet, and I wanna fuck now.” Her skirt is hiked up, her knees are up too and spread. My cock is out and inside her instantly and she’s wrapped around me. This is hard and fast and I hear “GOD FUCK and a series of wimpers before she cries out. She pulls me down to her and kisses me and I’m at the edge. I pull out. And she scoots back as I cum on the table.

We decide my place for the night. My roomate was gone and there would be no surprises. As we walk out of the bar one of the waitresses had forgotten something and had been waiting for us to come out and let her in. She heard it all.

We ended up having a great time whenever we could, until I left town 2 months later and Simone got married.

(Found this out later. Simone’s fiancé had mentioned to my roommate how he couldn’t get her to cum and she would just lay there and she was quiet. My roomate dropped the bomb. Should have asked my boy “the Yankee” advice before he left. She was speaking in tongues and summoning demons when he would fuck her.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bseyxg/mf_working_at_a_bar_isnt_boring

2 comments

  1. OP this was better than a Game Of Thrones ending .. Leaving the audience in suspense..

    What did the now married husband say?

    Did he confront Simone?

    Did she ever cum again?

    Find out next week on Dragon Ball Z

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