A few years ago I had gone out to have some drinks with my friend Maria. I had been to this particular bar several times in the past, and when we got there I recognized the bartender- a guy who had waited on me previously when I was there on a date, and overtly hit on me while I was on the date. Fortunately, the date was actually terrible and the flirtation with the bartender was considerably more interesting than the conversation with the dud I was out with.
But this night out with Maria, I wasn't looking for anything to happen and was kind of surprised when the bartender recognized me, as I figured he was just a Neanderthal who probably hit on every woman who walked in to the place. When he hit on me before, he had made it very clear that bartending was not going to be his permanent gig, and bragged sort of ridiculously about all these major businesses he was starting. Uh-huh. Right.
I had been at work that day so I was wearing a black pencil skirt and a camisole. I had worn a cardigan over it earlier, but took it off when I left the office.
Business was fairly slow, and the bartender made time to come over to our table out on the patio and talk to us frequently, almost to the point of it being annoying. He was bragging again, trying to make it really clear that he wasn't "just" a bartender (not that there's anything wrong with that at all, he was making it a way bigger deal than I would have. There are tons of bartenders I like a lot, and several I've dated). His personality was abrasive and annoying, but I did find him attractive.
The flirtation became aggressive, and we were more teasing each other than anything else- throwing barbed comments in some kind of humorous little display in front of Maria.
As the bar started to close down, the few people there started trickling out. Maria and I were having a great time, and we wanted to stay a little longer, though we were both already pretty drunk. We decided to split a last beer.
I walked inside and saw the bartender wiping down the counter. The door closed behind me and it suddenly felt like we were very alone. The bar was totally empty. The only people left were Maria, out on the patio, and another couple who were sitting near her outside.
He looked up at me. "We want another beer." I said. "Last call already happened," he smiled.
At that moment, I decided that nothing really mattered. Emboldened by a hundred beers, I said, "Oh? Well, if you give me another beer, I'll show you my tattoos." "I see your tattoos, they're all over your arms." he said. "No," I laughed and bit my lip, embarked now, "my other one." I pulled down my top and the cups of my bra and flashed him my breasts across the bar, showing off the large tattoo around my areola. That was it. Suddenly we had crossed the line between flirtation and foreplay.
He immediately walked out from behind the bar. "Yeah?" he asked, "Can I see it in here?" he grabbed my hips and pushed me into the women's bathroom.
We started kissing and his hands roamed all over my body. I pulled my tits out again and he leaned down and started kissing them, licking and sucking my nipples and pushing his hand under my skirt.
My knees got weak. I groped his crotch and felt his hard cock straining to get out of his jeans, and while he started biting my tits, I took off his pants. His cock was abnormally big, and I thought seriously about changing my plan and having him bend me over the sink, but decided that would take too long.
As I pulled his jeans off, I knelt on the floor and started guiding his cock into my mouth with my hand. Both of us knew we'd have to hurry, Maria was still outside and he had a second coworker somewhere in the vicinity who would be looking for him to help close the bar.
I took his whole cock into my mouth, getting it wet with my spit, and then started stroking him with one hand while I sucked on the head. I snaked my other hand underneath my panties and started rubbing my clit while I sucked him off, the cold tile of the floor pressing into my knees a constant reminder that I was sucking off this stranger in a public bathroom. I didn't even know his name.
He didn't last long. As he started to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and shot a huge load all over my breasts. "God damn" he breathed. "You suck cock like a villain." I looked up at him, smirking, and I rubbed his cum into my skin and licked my fingers.
I looked in the mirror, briefly, wiped some eyeliner that had smudged off my face, and adjusted my camisole before walking out of the bathroom. He followed a second later.
Standing in the still-empty bar, he said, "What were we talking about?" "My beer." I said, "You were about to give me a beer." He laughed, but went behind the bar again and handed me a beer. "Thanks." I said.
I went back out to the patio where Maria was waiting. "Sorry," I said. "They were closing up and it took him forever to get me the beer, plus I had to run to the bathroom while I was in there." She shrugged.
We sat for another few minutes, finishing the last of the beer. As we started walking out of the bar, the bartender stopped me. "Hey," he said, "can I get your number or something?" I laughed. "No, I don't think so." "Why not?" he asked, looking a little surprised. "Because," I said, "you're just a bartender."
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3dtf67/slutting_it_up_with_a_bartender_fm
Great ending :)
amazing
Hot.