Fair warning this is long and there’s no actual penetration or oral.
The day it happened I arrived for work in the pub at 10 to set up for the lunch time service like normal. But there was a last minute change and instead of waitressing I was out behind the bar and Ben’s wife was put in the kitchen. It was odd, because I had no experience behind the bar and there wasn’t really any reason for Kate to be in the kitchen, but I shrugged, tied on my apron and plastered a smile on my face as the door opened up and the patrons came in.
It was a traditional village pub and outside of the tourist season the majority of customers who came in on a Sunday for their roast dinners were the same ones who had left only a few hours earlier and were now nursing hangovers. This was good for me and all the mistakes I made while manning the bar for the first time. Apart from a few leery calls of “a bit more head, Jessie, love.” and a few challenges of my on the fly maths when working out how much change was owed I done okay. I liked being behind the bar, I could look out across the entire pub from behind my post. I was surprised by how small it was though. Just a tight narrow galley packed with glasses and spirits, crates of soft drinks and boxes of crisps. There wasn’t too much space to move around and I realised the touches Ben and Kate shared while they were working together behind the bar were probably less about affection and more about the practicalities of moving around each other.