I’m Australian, short and curvy, size 12 with a small waist and big boobs, blonde, green eyes and freckles. I’m fairly confident with my looks but am far from a super model. Two years ago I was working as a duty manager at a little pub in Notting Hill, London. One night I was at the bar talking to some regulars when this very attractive man walked in. He was 6’3, dark hair, blue eyes with a bit of a beard. He held eye contact with me with those piercing blue eyes then gave me a cheeky smile. I’ve never gone weak at the knees before but I am pretty sure my mouth hit the bar cause the girl I was chatting with turned around to have a look as well. He went straight up to my boss and I knew I needed to know who he was. Turns out he was in for an interview and was going to join the team. A week later we had our first shift together and the night was a complete mess. A crazy busy night with another staff member not respecting me as the boss. I was so distracted I didn’t get a chance to impress (let’s call him Michael) and to be honest I thought there was no way he would be into me after seeing me in crazy bitch manager mode, when I’m usually a very relaxed person. Once we closed up a few of us were having a few drinks to unwind from the night. I loosened up a bit Michael and I were getting along just fine. Maybe my friends caught the hint because suddenly it was just us left. I still to this day cannot remember how it happened but all one second we were talking and the next we were making out. I mean making out like teenager with our hands all over each other. After a while we pulled apart and I suggested we grab our things and move on. As we walked through the kitchen he grabbed me by the waist, picked me up and threw me on the bench. I remembered being breathless, think holy shit is this happening? I looke up at him smiled and wrapped my legs around his arse, using my hips he pulled me in closer and we were back to making out as if our lives depended on it. Conscious of the cameras, I finally took a break for air and made a joke about being recorded. We attempted to leave again but made it as far as the stairs when he pushed me on my back and begin grinding on top of me. After a few hours of kissing and groping on every surface we could find we finally called it a night. We ended up having sex a week later however it was nowhere near as amazing as that first night. I think the fact we couldn’t have sex (stupid period), using every counter space in the bar and Michael being so ridiculously good looking made that one of the hottest nights I’ve had. First time poster so go easy on me!