This is story is a follow up to my earlier published story 'Barmaid Gets Her Wish Spectacularly'. It is not essential to read the earlier story first but it does add a little background and context. Either way I hope you enjoy it.
I had tracked Bob down to his new pub over ten years after walking out of the one I had worked for him in. He had given me the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. The sex in my married life was good but had not brought me sexual excitement that could compare to those two occasions. With Bob it had been the pretense that it had been rape. We had both known that it was not but for me the pretense had been vital in arousing me like never before or since.
The first time I went into his new bar I got just through the door and saw him serving a female customer. He had aged and he had put on more weight that he could have done without. Never a fine specimen of a man he was now a typical overweight unhealthy looking barman showing signs of years of drinking. I had been nervous but excited about seeing him again. Unhealthy and fat or not seeing him sent a bolt of excitement through my body. I experienced so many emotions in a couple of seconds standing there. I felt guilty, scared, nervous, disgusted, excited and aroused all at the same time. I have no idea which of these led me to turning round and walking straight out.
When I got home I couldn't believe I had even considered tracking Bob down. When Pat, my husband, sensed something was troubling me he suggested that we went upstairs and made love. I almost never say no when he asks me to make love. I was very confused and the disgust I felt for what I had done in seeking out Bob made me feel very uncomfortable. I said I was tired but promised I would make it up to him the next night. He hugged me and accepted my offer although I know he was disappointed.
When we went to bed I lie awake thinking about my trip to find Bob and also remembering the times he had spanked and fucked me. By the time Pat was snoring my fingers were soaking wet as they played very discreetly between my legs. To keep my movement to a minimum I ended up playing just with my swollen clit. I fantasized about being spanked and fucked. I tried very hard to fantasize that it was Pat spanking me but it was no good it was version of Bob that was even fatter that was dominating me in my fantasies. As I fought to control my body, as I orgasmed, I could think of nothing other than my boobs being covered in beer slops and my pussy full of Bob's cock. My orgasm was strong but after it ebbed away I felt terrible. My sleep was troubled that night.
The next morning all logic had gone out of the window. I knew I had to find Bob and experience again what I had found so wonderful, both in reality and fantasy. I kept my promise to Pat the next night but knew that as the night before I would use my Friday night pass (Pat and I always did our own thing on Friday nights) to go back to Bob's pub.
A week later I had a couple of drinks with my girlfriends on the Friday night at our usual pub. It took comments from my friends before it really registered that I had dressed much more provocatively than usual. I wore a top that was too tight for me and a skirt that was too short. It really hit home when one of my friends said,
"You look like a nineteen year old barmaid who loves teasing the old men."
I knew that she was right but denied it anyway. When there was a move to go on to a different bar I said I was tired and that I would leave them to it. I caught a taxi to Bob's new pub that was far enough away from where I lived for me to be unlikely to meet anyone who knew me.
I stood in exactly the same spot as I had a week earlier and felt exactly as I had then. This time though I was determined not to walk out. Bob didn't see me until I was nearly at the bar. He did a double take, frowned before smiling and saying,
"My god it's - it's Beverley isn't it. I would recognize those tits anywhere?"
It was good to see his social skills had improved. I couldn't help but laugh at him as I said,
"When I was working behind the bar with you I had tits, now as a customer I have breasts, that you can quietly appreciate if you wish."
He took the joking rebuke very happily and offered me a drink "on the house for old times sake". I happily accepted and settled on a stool next to the end of the bar. After serving a customer he came back to me and said,
"You are not looking for a job are you? I have an opening for a barmaid looking as good as you with tits as good as yours."
"No I am not looking for a job behind the bar with you. I seem to remember that working with you became painful on occasions. Does your wife still work with you at times?"
"My ex-wife now runs her own establishment. If I remember correctly it was two occasions. I have never been sure why you came back for a second punishment, maybe you weren't as reluctant the first time as you tried to maintain."
He remembered very well and he was spot on in his recollections.
"Have you enjoyed working with other barmaids since I walked out? Do you get the opportunity to discipline many of them?"
"My goodness Beverley you really are very to the point aren't you? Anyone would think that you have come here tonight on a mission. If so is the mission to accuse me of some terrible crime or something quite the opposite."
It was his turn to be direct and to the point. It was scary but did make things more straightforward.
"I have not come here to accuse you of any crime. I would be fascinated to know whether you have committed any act that you would consider a crime, other than your usual creative accounting misdemeanors that is."
