He started flirting with me as soon as I sat down and ordered my whiskey on the rocks. It was a slow night. Cold and rainy.
I’ve fucked this guy before. He’s got a nice thick beard and good arms. A couple times a few years ago, we’d gone back to his place after closing time and he railed me into his mattress on the floor. So it wasn’t completely out of the blue to tell him I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress. The bar was mostly empty. He asked me to show him.
I went to the bathroom, which was small, and he followed. I already had my dress off and over my head for him when he got there. He kissed me hard, his hands all over my body, pulling me against him and then roughly pushing me away to get his thick cock out. I bent over at the sink to suck him, to feel the heft of him in my mouth, and then he pulled me up to flip me around and take me from behind.
I felt so full of him, and it was hot to look in the mirror above the sink where I’d put my hands for balance and see myself naked, him still mostly clothed while he pounded me. He pulled my hair, covered my mouth to make sure I didn’t moan too loud. I pulled him out of me and squatted down to finish him off with my mouth and swallow. He put himself away and left I stayed for a moment and felt the heat coming off of my skin looking at my blushing body in the mirror before I put my dress back on and went out and had another drink.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vivvm1/i_f_fucked_the_bartender_m_last_night_at_the_bar