Bar [When you’re stood up, fuck the bartender]

Celeste sat down on an open seat at the bar. The place was deserted since it was the middle of the day. She was supposed to be meeting someone there, but as she glanced around, she realized he was going to be a no show.

She shrugged and smiled over at the bartender. His black t-shirt left little to the imagination with the way it hugged him. His jeans hugged his backside and sculpted his thighs, his black hair slicked back.

“What are you having?” he asked.

Her eyes washed over the various bottles of alcohol along the back wall.

“A lemon drop, please.”

She watched him mix the drink and leaned forward on the counter, glancing toward the front door. The place had been empty when she came in and remained empty.

“Are you always this slow?”

He glanced up at her with an eyebrow raised.

“No. I meant the bar. It’s dead in here.”

His lips lifted into a smile, and he shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He finished making her drink and set it down in front of her, then leaned against the counter. Her eyes strayed to the door again as she took a sip.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked.

“I was supposed to, but seeing as I was a few minutes late and he isn’t here I’m guessing he isn’t coming.”

“He isn’t worth it.”

Celeste smiled over her glass. “Probably not. But I was looking forward to a good fuck.”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

“I’m just kidding.”

He held his hands up with his palms out. “Hey, I wasn’t judging. I hear all sorts of things working here.”

“I’m sure you do.”

She set her glass down and leaned forward conspiratorially, despite them being alone. “So tell me, how often do you catch people having sex?”

He laughed. “Pretty much on a nightly basis. People have no shame.”

“Should they though? It’s just sex. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

“But in public?”

She shrugged. “It’s all about the thrill of possibly being caught. It makes it a lot more fun—sexier.”

“Have you ever done it?”

She thought back. “I don’t think I have at a bar. This would be a first.”

“This would, huh?”

She downed the rest of her drink before asking where the restrooms were. He pointed toward the back, and she winked at him before walking off.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, he was there, waiting, just as she expected.

“Decided you want to give it a try?” she asked.

He only responded by stepping toward her and threading a hand through her hair to pull her closer and press a kiss to her lips. She sighed against him, and he took that as all the confirmation he needed before he tugged her toward a corner near some old phone booths that no longer contained the phone.

“You had a spot in mind, huh?” she teased.

He took the edge of her skirt and hauled it up around her waist. “I did.”

He worked at his pants next while she ran her hands through his hair, ruffling it from its slicked back neat look. When his erection sprang free, she looked down with no shame. He took a step back and smirked at her before tearing open a condom wrapper. She didn’t know where he had gotten it, but assumed he had pulled it out while she was in the restroom.

He rolled it down his shaft before stepping closer to her. He hiked her leg up and wrapped it around his waist before tugging her panties to the side.

Looking into her eyes, he pushed himself into her. Her mouth dropped open, and she tilted her head back as a moan escaped her lips.

“And here I thought you were going to start with foreplay,” she whispered, her breath catching when he moved in her.

“I’d much rather have you coming apart while my dick is in you.”

He angled his body and thrust harder into her. Spots danced across her vision.

“Ooh,” she moaned.

With every thrust, she came closer to her release. When her moans came quicker, he hauled her up off the ground and pressed her against the wall, using his weight to hold her in place and pressing deeper into her.

She cried out when her body clenched his, her body shaking with her first orgasm.

He didn’t let up while she rode out the waves of pleasure.

“Hello?”

His head snapped toward the doorway to the bar. Someone had arrived.

If possible, she felt him thicken inside of her. The look on his face told her he knew what she had meant when she told him the chance at being caught made it sexier.

He picked up his pace, and she pressed a fist into her mouth to stifle her moans while she gripped his shoulder with her other hand. Just as her body tensed with the next wave of her pleasure, his body tensed, and he groaned into her shoulder, releasing his pent up sexual tension into the condom.

When they came to rest, he dropped her down to the ground before stepping back and ripping the dirty condom off and depositing it in a nearby trashcan.

“Hello?” the voice called again.

“I’ll be right there,” he called back.

The bartender gave her a wink before tucking himself back into his jeans and disappearing out front.

“How can I help you?” he asked the person who had arrived.

Celeste continued to lean against the wall, her heart pounding.

“I’m just waiting for a friend. I’m a bit late. Have you a seen a woman in here?”

Celeste let out a low laugh. Standing up straight, she adjusted her panties and dress to make sure nothing was exposed before stepping toward the door and walking out to the bar.

“There you are,” she said.

When she glanced at the bartender, he winked. This was one bar she needed to visit again.

**To read more about Celeste’s adventures, check out the link in my profile.**

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/urdl11/bar_when_youre_stood_up_fuck_the_bartender