**NOTE:** This is my first time writing something like this, love some constructive criticism. Thanks in advance!
To give a little context this story was from a couple of years ago. I was managing a pub in London which meant long hours all week, no evenings off and no time for any sort of personal life. Let alone sex.
To describe myself I’m 6′ 4″, a stocky rugby player build with curly red hair. And the girl, Charlotte, was about 5′ 4″ tight, firm curves with long brown hair and pouty lips.
One quiet Monday night I went to the local late dive bar with my work chef to have a couple of drinks and shots before closing and I was feeling rather buzzed. We were sitting at the bar chatting before he went to use the bathroom. The bar was busy but I kept my stool despite being crushed from the busy crowd around me.