I'm new here, my friend said I should post some of my stories. Some set-up first, I am a 37 year old divorced woman, no kids, and a couple of years ago I bought a bar. It's a great job and I love it, plus it affords me the opportunity for some flirting and sometimes more every night!
This first one I wanted to share was shortly after I took over the bar. It was a pretty busy night and I talked to a lot of people but one guy in particular caught my attention. We flirted back and forth for a while but he was there with a friend and eventually went back to drink with him, but we flirted more whenever he came up for more drinks. Toward closing time the two of them were still there and they moved up to the bar and all three of us got to talking and flirting. We started showing off our tattoos to each other, which involved the first guy, Joel, opening his shirt to show me some on his chest. By then I decided to make a move and so I asked them if they would stick around after closing, and they agreed. I called for last call, and people started filing out.