[MF] The Barmaid Pulled More Than My Pint!

This happened a couple of years ago now, but I felt I’d offer up my own modest story, for everyone to enjoy!

It was September. Summer was winding down. In fact truthfully, summer was gone. This was Ireland after all!

Yet, a group of my friends and their significant others decided it would be a good time to do a road-trip up the west coast of Ireland. Known as the Wild Atlantic Way!

There was 5 of us, my two friends and their girlfriends. So I was a 5th wheel, which was more manageable than a 3rd wheel at least, and we were about mid 20’s at the time.

I’d finished my Masters and was in the middle of looking for a job, so it was perfect time to enjoy myself. The road-trip was the perfect solution, plus as we camped most nights it wasn’t going to break the bank.

The first few days rolled by and we were making steady progress along the coast. Appreciating some of the memories of childhood holidays more than I had at the time. It’s all about the geography, yo! Thankfully Ireland was experience a few good weeks of weather too. There was sunshine and everything!

One night during the middle of the week, we’d found a place to set up our tents, and made our way into the village, which was rather quiet, considering the tourist season was winding down. And yet there was a choice of a couple of pubs serving food to choose from. Classic Ireland.

It was pretty early, only about 6/7pm so we decided to eat outside on the picnic tables. Seriously, we make the most of any good weather in Ireland! It was when I went in to look for a few menus that I met Beth, the barmaid/waitress on duty that night. Inside in the pub, all was quiet, a few old men would arrive later on for their quiet pint, and a couple of other tourists not braving the mild late summer’s evening outside.

Beth was gorgeous. Maybe a few years younger, about 20. Short at about 5ft4, long blondey/brown hair that was tied into a ponytail and slim. But it was her smile that sucked me in almost right away. That smile could solve world peace!

She followed me out with a few menus, and returned a few minutes later with a jug of water and to take our orders. So far it was just your typical waitress/customer encounter. But it was clear from the seating arrangements that I was indeed the 5th wheel.

Now, I guess you’re all dying to know what I look like? Well….think super hunky dude that has women falling at his feet constantly, and then take a number of steps back from that. I’m 6ft2. Brown hair, stubble at the time, although perhaps more of a beard after a few days with minimal shaving. Green eyes and glasses. Camping meant that contact lenses weren’t ideal. And I’d played rugby up until a year or two previous, which meant that there was a bit of dadbod creeping in at that point.

So yeah, classically handsome, as I alluded to.

After we’d eaten, there was a bit of a nip in the air and we decided to head inside, and saddled up to one of the tables in the corner, and I headed to the bar to order a few drinks. It was then that Beth and myself really got chatting. The place was quiet, and I guess part of her job was to chat with the customers.

Turns out, she’s a student who spent the summer working there, and she’s winding down this week before heading back to university in a couple of weeks. We spend maybe 20 minutes chatting at the bar, then a large group arrive demanding food, and I leave her to it for a while.

Myself and my friends play a few of the boardgames that are left in the pub for a couple of hours before the two girls decide they just want to go back to the tents. I shoot a look to my two friends, but there’s nothing much that can be done. As I return from the bathroom, I stop at the counter and say to Beth “It looks like we’re leaving soon”. And it turns out that she was finishing up her shift at that very moment. Closing time isn’t for another hour or two, but her boss was happy to allow her to finish early.

It must have been the look on my face, but she smiled and said to me “Maybe you could buy me a drink instead? It’s been a long day!”. I agree and she gets our drinks and sits down at one of the other quiet tables in another corner of the room.

Our camp is about 20 minutes walk from the pub, and I tell the lads what’s happening. On another night I could probably have been murdered and this thread would be about a whodunnit. But as it happens, it was Beth who got done! (Sorry bad pun!)

We’re getting along famously! Laughing, smiling, touching each others arms. But before we know it, the pub has to close. And considering it’s a week night with maybe 5 customers left, there’s no lock-in. Beth offers to clean up the few pints that are left behind as a thank you to her boss, and shows me through to the back of the pub. All part of a full tour of the place.

Her car is parked out the back, not that she’s going to drive after a couple of drinks. But she needs to grab a few things she’s left there. It’s only about 5 minutes walk to her little ramshackle of a cottage. Yet before we get there, we find ourselves kissing and pressed up against the side of her car. It’s dark. Nobody could see. Not that there was anyone to see us. We’re getting pretty hot and heavy, her hand has found it’s way inside the buttons of my 3/4 length shorts, and was eagerly playing with a new toy she’d unsheathed! (Yeah I told you we take advantage of summer in Ireland).

5 simple words escaped Beth’s lips, along with her tongue.

“Come back to mine, please?”

I was practically dragged up the road by this much smaller young woman than myself that was full of laughter and giggling and anticipation. We arrived at her tiny little house, that had maybe 3 rooms. Bedroom, living room/kitchen and a bathroom. More than enough room for what she had planned though!

She poured some vodka she’s left over and mixed it with some fanta, I believe it was, but we barely had time to drink it before we were removing our clothes rapidly on her sofa.

I knew the first time would be short and sweet, so she took me in her mouth, and gleefully she’d swallowed every last drop.

After a few minutes of recovery and a little more foreplay I was ready for round two. That was when we moved to her bedroom, an I gave her what she’d been craving for the previous hour or so. Climbing a top of her, my much larger frame hulking over her much more petite figure, she squealed in delight. If truth be told I might have been almost squealing in delight myself!

It was one hell of a night! At some point I remembered to text one of my friends “I’m alive, don’t worry!” just in case they hadn’t put 2 and 2 together!

When we woke in the morning, we had a little bit more fun, before reality hit, and I realised I’d have to get motoring soon. Not before a quick shower, which Beth joined me for too.

She was due back in work in a couple of hours herself, so we said our goodbyes and exchanged numbers and everything.

The Wild Atlantic Way had certainly lived up to it’s name!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ako617/mf_the_barmaid_pulled_more_than_my_pint