The bar[m]aid and the beach [f]un

So I’ve recently been on holiday. Due to Covid, my family and I took a trip to Cornwall, UK. Those who have been know that it’s beautiful and dotted with surf beaches and coves that are quite picturesque. As a 38 yr old male with a wife and two kids it’s quite idyllic. I keep myself in shape and enjoy the gym regularly. My wife enjoys my physique and that I take care of myself without being too over the top. I’m decent enough looking and always enjoy a chat and banter with those who are up for it.

So there we were one evening enjoying a pub meal. One of the kids made a mess of the pair of them and my wife headed off in to bathroom to sort them out.

I found myself at the table aimlessly staring in to the middle distance. Only my middle distance became the bar maid, cleaning the next table over. It was accidental and I had no idea I was staining until she approached me.

Late night office sex [m]

So I work in an old school English office. Three floors. Singles glazed windows, a heating system that burns hot to the point it’s uncomfortable. All open plan, aside from a few office cubicles and meeting roomed. Due to my relatively senior position, I have a key. I need to be able to stay late some times and they can mean 1-2 in the morning.

Tuesday early January this year was one such night. It was a big project, 5 became 7, 7 became 11 and before I knew it, it was 2am.

Most people left at 5, and I figured the MD was the last out aside from me at 7 when he said good night.

I had been working hard, radio blaring to help me concentrate on the top floor where my desk was. It had gone well, aside from the stifling heat. It was a little like a sauna, just the way the shitty system worked. So I closed up my work and headed for the door as I was done, know king the light off on my way out.