The saga continues! As always, your thoughts and ideas are appreciated. If you have any situations or types of people that would spice up the story, let me know.
Enjoy!
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Alex spent the whole day Saturday in funk. She desperately needed her phone, but she was scared of going back to Jake's pub. She was scared of what might happen if she went back there. She was scared of what she might do while she was there. Just scared. She found reasons the entire day to not venture back to the bar. There were chores and errands to run. All of it was an excuse to not return to the bar.
She decided to be logical about it. She would walk in. She would ask for her phone. She would get it and leave. It would be simple. Once this was done, she wouldn't even have to return.
Alex dressed for her errands. She picked a very conservative pink shirt that could button up and hide her cleavage. She chose a pair of khaki capris and modest sandals. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and only put on very light make-up. As she got in the car, she felt a familiar pulse between her legs. Consciously, she decided to ignore it.
I'm not going for a fuck!
She made it to the post office and dropped over some papers that a client in Los Angeles needed to sign. She ran past the video store and gave back the movies she has rented a couple weeks ago. Finally, it was time to stop by the bar. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. It was a respectable hour. She was dressed appropriately for this errand. Her sense of professionalism took over.
Alex exited her car and walked to the front door. She inhaled a deep breath and opened the door. As she entered, her eyes darted around. There were a number of people playing pool and sitting at a variety of tables. Alex began to relax. Nothing was going to happen to her with this many people around. She made her way to the bar. She immediately recognized the bartender. When he looked up, a slow smile spread across her face. It was that kind of infectious smile, not a perverted one. Alex was tempted to smile back.
An image of the man's cock popped into her mind. She could see it pumping into Sue, the waitress. She was so tempted to enter the room the night before when this man motioned for her to do so. Alex quickly dug her nails into her palm. The bite of pain brought her back to the reality of the situation.
John made his way towards the end of the bar. He kept the smile on his lips. He could feel his cock stirring within his jeans. He thought of Sue being at home, recovering from the several rounds of fucking she endured the night before. The evening continued a couple hours after Jake's first orgasm. They continued to fuck Sue in every which way. She had screamed herself hoarse, and eventually her pussy became dry. Jake remedied the situation by filling her with lube, so he and John could continue taking turns fucking her. At the end, there were blowjobs for both men. Both of them shot their cum across her breasts and face. Finally, Sue said enough. John took her home and bathed her. She was sound asleep before her head hit the pillow. Before John came to work, he had her spread her legs, and he rubbed cream gently on her clit and pussy lips. He liked the sound of her sighs as he took care of her. His thoughts jumped back to the woman at the end of the bar.
"Alex, right?"
Alex simply nodded. She didn't really want to converse with the man. That meant she would have to recognize the events of the previous evening. She could already feel a slight blush creep across her face.
"You are looking for your phone?" asked John as he grabbed a rag and began wiping the counter.
"Yes, I am."
"The boss has it. He's in the back room."
Alex's eyes darted to the curtain where she had been standing the night before. Her heart began pounding as images of fucking and licking flashed across her eyes.
"Could you tell him I am here for my phone?"
"Sure. You can always go back and see him if you would like," said John.
Alex shook her head and dropped her gaze. She noticed the paint on her toenails needed to be changed. It amazed her that she would be thinking of nail polish at a time like this. Actually, that was a good thing. It kept her from thinking the other dirty thoughts.
John reached for the phone to his right by the register and dialed an extension. Alex saw a red light appear on the phone. She knew Jake has picked up on his side of the line.
"Boss, Alex is here. Yeah, her phone. No, she doesn't want to come back. Yeah, I'll ask her." John hung up the phone. He glanced back at Alex. "The boss said he'd be out in a moment and to offer you a drink in the mean time."
"No, thank you. I appreciate the offer," Alex replied. She glanced at her watch. She had already been in the bar five minutes longer than she planned. John smiled at her again.
"You made quite an impression on the Mrs. last night. We both enjoyed having you there."
Alex was shocked at the words John uttered. This man was thanking her for watching their sex show. Alex immediately wondered what type of impression she could have really made on the woman. She dropped her gaze back to her toenails.
"Am I bugging you Miss?"
Alex's gaze shot back up to the man. She tried to open her mouth to speak. No words would come out. What do you say to a man who has showed you his cock and invited you into a room where he was fucking his wife over the arm of a couch? What do you say to a man who you saw licking his own cum out of his wife's pussy? Alex began to stammer. John wiped his hand on his jeans.
"My name is John. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Alex automatically shook his hand and mumbled her own name. She couldn't believe she was exchanging pleasantries with this man. An image of him licking Sue's pussy flashed into her mind. The pulse between her legs flared, and Alex felt dampness there.
"You've met my best bartender?" asked Jake. Alex's eyes opened wide. She hadn't realized he had crossed the room and was standing behind her again. He definitely had a way of sneaking up behind her. She whirled around and met his gaze. It was the same lustful gaze she had seen the night before when he caught her watching. Alex's blush deepened. She nodded in response to his question.
"I am Jake. Sue said your name is Alex. Right?" he probed as he extended his hand to shake hers. Alex stared at his hand and then back at his eyes. Slowly, she raised her hand and grabbed his for the handshake. She automatically noticed the softness of his hands.
"I would like to have my cell phone please," she whispered. Jake took a step closer to her. Alex's breath caught in her throat. She could smell his soap and aftershave. He carried an earthy, musky smell. Jake leaned closer to her ear and neck.
"What else would you like?" he whispered softly in her ear. Alex began to pant in short breaths. No person had ever asked what she would like. Her ex-husband would always simply crawl on top. He would grunt a couple times and roll off. She herself didn't even really fantasize. She felt it would be like cheating on him. Too bad he had decided to literally cheat on her first. Back to the question at hand. What did she want? What would she like?
Jake's breath caressed her ear. She felt his hand touch her arm. Her heart was racing out of control. The touch began at her elbow and moved down to her wrist. Alex couldn't move. She was lost in the feeling of his touch. All thoughts left her mind; she wasn't able to remember why she was there. Her mind flashed to the fantasy of masturbating on the piano. Then, it morphed into watching the couple from the night before. Instead, this time it was Jake that had her bent over the arm of the couch. Something cold touched her hand. She blinked herself back to reality. Alex realized Jake had slipped the phone into her hand. He stepped back from Alex and smiled.
Do his eyes always light up like that when he smiles?
Alex squeezed her hand around the phone and mumbled a thank you. Jake nodded and told John to pour a snifter of brandy. He turned Alex so she was facing the bar. He nudged her onto a barstool. He smiled even more when he realized it was the small stool he had been seated on while fisting Sue. His smile continued when he saw Alex's nipples through her conservative shirt. John slid the snifter in front of Alex. Jake excused himself and headed back to the storeroom. Alex grabbed the snifter and swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid. John watched her with that same friendly smile that he had when she first came in.
