My [F]irst [M]arried man pt 1.

Fair warning this is long and there’s no actual penetration or oral.

The day it happened I arrived for work in the pub at 10 to set up for the lunch time service like normal. But there was a last minute change and instead of waitressing I was out behind the bar and Ben’s wife was put in the kitchen. It was odd, because I had no experience behind the bar and there wasn’t really any reason for Kate to be in the kitchen, but I shrugged, tied on my apron and plastered a smile on my face as the door opened up and the patrons came in.

It was a traditional village pub and outside of the tourist season the majority of customers who came in on a Sunday for their roast dinners were the same ones who had left only a few hours earlier and were now nursing hangovers. This was good for me and all the mistakes I made while manning the bar for the first time. Apart from a few leery calls of “a bit more head, Jessie, love.” and a few challenges of my on the fly maths when working out how much change was owed I done okay. I liked being behind the bar, I could look out across the entire pub from behind my post. I was surprised by how small it was though. Just a tight narrow galley packed with glasses and spirits, crates of soft drinks and boxes of crisps. There wasn’t too much space to move around and I realised the touches Ben and Kate shared while they were working together behind the bar were probably less about affection and more about the practicalities of moving around each other.

Ben didn’t like to work Sundays, which is why he hired a few extra workers to come in. He preferred to spend the afternoon drinking and socialising with his friends and patrons. Mid afternoon Ben joined me behind the bar watching me as I pulled pints and flirted playfully with customers and commented how well I was doing. When an elderly man wanted some ale I struggled with the pump which was much harder and stiffer to operate than the smooth larger and Guinness pumps I’d been using all morning.

Ben came up behind me, his body tight and warm against mine. It shocked me, but I made myself relax and knew it was only due to the confined space we were in. Ben’s arm looped around my waist, his warm hand wrapping around my fingers on the ale pump in a way that felt deeply phallic and made my cheeks red and flustered. His other hand rested on my hip. He was so close I could feel the muscle in his bicep flex against my arm as he pulled the pump down, moving my hand with his.

I stood stock still as Ben’s body enveloped mine and the beer spurted out of the nozzle, filling the glass I held beneath it. I was pinned in place by Ben’s body, uncomfortably hot and something else, hot and tight swirling in the pit of my stomach.

The glass was nearly full when I felt his breath tickle against the back of my neck and his voice low and deep in against my ear. He was so close I could smell the sweet beer on his breath.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

I turned to him, my blonde hair whipping across his cheek, lips parting in surprise, head tilting to look at him. His eyes were dark and sparkling but focussed on the pint of ale we’d just pulled.

“You did?” I asked him.

The glass was full now but he hadn’t moved away from me. I turned back to the old man waiting for his drink and smiled, leaning over the bar to pass the glass to him asking him for the £3.50 charge. When he handed it over Ben stepped back, walking backward toward the cash register and grinning at me.

“Was it a good dream?” I asked, surprised at how flirtatious I was being with my boss.

“The best.” He told me, making a fist and raising his forearm in that gesture that means massive fucking hard on. “I’ll tell you about it some time.”

I must have gaped at him then, in complete shock. Ben had a reputation for being grumpy with the staff in the pub but I’d never had a problem with him. On occasions there had been a harmless flirty comment between us, but this was new. My eyes automatically slid to the kitchen door, knowing Kate was in there. A little prickle of guilt poked at me, but it was nothing compared to the rush of heat inside my panties.

Ben went off then, back to drinking and socialising. Kate came out to check on me a few times, bringing me some lunch and making sure I had a break. The guilt gnawed at me a little harder, but whenBen turned to me and winked is disappeared disgustingly fast.

I finished at 9pm, but kitchen service stopped at 7, the same time the late shift barman arrived, since I was supposed to be waitressing not doing bar work anyway. Kate was knackered from a long, hard day and went to their apartment upstairs to rest and nap. I was in the kitchen tidying up, still a little hot and bothered from Ben telling me…or not telling me…about his dream when he walked in. My heart hammered a little faster. I was being silly though. Ben was married. Ben was my boss. Ben was 48 and I had only just turned 18. I was reading too much into it.

“Hi.” I smiled pleasantly, my attention on folding tea towels to disguise my racing thoughts.

Ben didn’t say anything, he just stood the other side of the food preparation area watching me. Eventually I raised my eyes and looked up at him. His lips twitched and he said: “There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

His eyes were full on predator when he walked across the kitchen. I couldn’t look away from him but the closer he got to me the further I backed away until I was against the walk in fridge door.

His hand reached out and he played with a section of my hair, wrapping it around his thumb and forefinger as he studied my face. I don’t know what he saw there but he smiled and told me there was no reason to be afraid.

“I’m not afraid.” I told him.

“Good.”

Ben was very tall, and with me only being 5’7 I was tilting my head right up to look at him. His spare hand went into my hair too and slowly he bought his lips to mine.

His kiss was gentle and slow but his tongue was insistent, licking against my lower lip then filling my mouth. On instinct my tongue sought his and as they twirled together he moaned against my lips and leaned his body into mine.

My heart was racing but his kiss felt so good and his body against mine with his hands in my hair and cradling my face felt so safe. Ben sucked on my lower lip, making me moan louder than I should have. He smirked at me, I’m pretty sure he could see the desire clouding my eyes and hear my needy little gasps. He pulled away.

“Go and take your panties off in the toilet. Leave them there for me. I want them.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“But…” I was still dazed from everything that was happening, scared we’d be caught, embarrassed at just how much I was enjoying Ben’s attention.

He gave my shoulder a little push in the direction of the door to the main area of the pub where the toilets were. I stumbled out and headed into the restrooms, locking the door and taking my panties off.

I was wearing a pretty lilac lace g-string but when I slipped them off I was so mortified to see the large damp patches on them, staining the fabric darker. I swore, cursing my body and how good that kiss had been, how desperate I was for attention that since Ben implied he’d had a naughty dream about me my pussy had been a hot, sticky mess. I screwed the g-string into a ball and stuffed them into the little basket on the windowsill containing hand creams then took a minute to wash my hands and stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying to cool my flaming hot cheeks.

Someone tried the handle but I’d locked it. I called back that I’d be just a minute, took one last look at myself in the mirror and exited the restroom. I passed Ben on my way out.

“Look in the soap basked.” I muttered to him, my eyes down, staring hard at the floor.

The last two hours of my shift seemed to last a lifetime. The pub was quiet, but a few customers still milled about, mostly locals who I could chat nonsense with to pass time. I was aware of Ben’s eyes on me every time I moved around the bar area. I wanted to go and hide in the kitchen, half wanting to be alone, half hoping he’d follow.

At five to nine Ben stood up and in front of the rest of the pub asked me if I’d help him with something in the kitchen. We walked down the little corridor in silence, not turning the light on and only speaking once the door had swung shut.

Hy heart hammered in my chest. I knew what was coming. I desperately wanted it but I was terrified of getting caught.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

“Me too.” I admitted. I was against the fridge door again now. I could see Ben’s teeth gleaming white in the darkness, then his lips were on mine again. Where our first kiss had been playful and teasing this one was deep and possessive. My arms snaked around his neck and his found my arse, squeezing it pretty hard.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night.” He murmured against my lips, pressing his erection into my stomach. “Knowing you’re walking around my pub with no panties and there’s nothing I can do about it.” His hand slipped from my arse, slipping up under my skirt and finding my bare thigh.

He didn’t play around or tease me, his finger ran along my slit, collecting my wetness up on the tip of my finger. He didn’t even have to press deeper and part my labia I was so soaked. He groaned again.

“Fucking hell.”

Then his pulled his hand out from under my skirt and raised it to his lips. It was absolutely coated in my arousal, glistening in the darkness. With his eyes on mine he sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting me.

He groaned for a third time, shaking his head. “You’re addictive, Jess. You’re going to cause me trouble.”

I bit my lip, about to kiss him again and taste myself on his tongue but we were interrupted. Scott the barman was calling me through the door, telling me my ride had arrived and it was time for me to go.

I got a call from Ben at midnight that night. It woke me up, and when I answered I was confused. All I could hear was heavy breathing. Then I realised what he was doing and my body flushed hot all over. I listened to his breathing, his little grunts and then a longer, deeper moan as he came: “Your little panties feel amazing on my cock.”

The line went dead and I had to masturbate four times before I could get back sleep that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qcculz/my_first_married_man_pt_1