Jamie had wanted a fresh start, so she moved to the big city. Coming from a very small town with one red light, New Orleans was a whole different world. People are running a muck everywhere. So much chaos, hustle and bustle. It was over whelming and exciting all in the same moment.
While attending school at Tulane, she had just started a new bartending job at a local bar on St Peters. Pretty much the epiphany of madness can be found seven nights a week in the French Quarters. That seems to be the one place where everyone goes to rip loose.
Enjoying the change of pace, Jamie was finding it a little hard to keep up. Freshly out of a divorce, the option of suitors never seemed to stop. Whether it be the drunk tourists or one of the many fine specimens for co-workers. But alas, none of them really held any excitement or interest for her. Mostly loud mouth men with no manners and surely no idea how to treat a lady. Of all the things she could say about her ex-husband, he had treated her like a queen and she was now accustomed to that treatment. And rightfully so in her eyes.
Days dragged into weeks and Jamie could feel the stirrings of her need. It had been much longer than she would be comfortable in admitting to. Her ex had always had a knack of knowing where to hurt her and it was always in the bedroom. Reverse roles were played and he would constantly cut her off. So it was safe to say it had at least been over 6 months. Being as she was such a sexual being, this was not good. The silly men with their sloppy passes were starting to look a little good.
Before getting ready for work Friday night, Jamie lingered a little longer than usual in the shower. Losing time with the wave of self made orgasms, stepping out of the shower a little week kneed. Her lean lithe body flushed red with the heat and desire, toweling off quickly as the time flashes on her cell. Damn late again! Cursing under her breath, she quickly moved in to the bedroom closet. Hoping that she had actually hung the uniform up, she resigned to the clothes basket finally finding what she was looking for.
Stretching the tight black cotton tank top over her large damp breasts, her nipples protruding through the thin material. They both stood proud and still erect from the moments in the shower. Rubbing her fingers absently over them, new tingles shoot to her nether region. Snapping out of her self induced coma, she slides the black mini skirt over her hips, zipping the sides. The heat of the day and the heat in her loins, she decides to opt out of stocking and just pulled a thin cotton pair of panties on under her skirt. Immensely enjoying the slight breeze with every step, fanning her most intimate parts in such a way. She was feeling the prowl, tonight she needed real satisfaction. Her body was craving it.
So scrambling to finish getting ready, she finally heads out of the house fifteen minutes later, twenty minutes late for work. Jamie heads into work quickly, hoping to not anger the boss.
Rushing in through the darkened doors, she puts her purse behind the counter. Rising up from the bent position she slams into a hard chest. Creamy breasts bouncing, sensitive nipples crushing against unyielding hardness. Falling back, her face inches from a growing bulge in well fitted pair of blue work pants.
Raising her head, she realizes immediately who it was, Tim the maintenance guy. His rugged body was surely as hard as a rock, massive shoulders and arms. His waist tapered perfectly to strong thighs, shoulder length curly brown hair always in a pony tail. Jamie had checked him out many times in the month that she had worked there, but he never said a word to her or anyone else for that matter. Some even were afraid of him, most are when it comes to the silent types. His nickname at work was the Wolf, although he did put you in mind of Wolverine from those hero movies.
Tim seen her come in, he always did. Jamie was pretty hard not to notice, tall red bomb shells are scarce in this part of the world. Her hair, still wet and curly, hung down past her round shapely ass. Breasts bounced freely under her tight black shirt. Bars logo always danced as he watched her walk the bar, delivering and making drinks. Legs for days, bare tonight under her short little skirt. How his hand itched to slide underneath the fabric, to find out what she wore underneath.
He was sick of the drama of the bar and he found that an I pod was really useful in that. When Jamie had walked in the bar looking for a job, he had pulled one out of his ear to hear her voice. A pleasant low sultry voice that he could close his eyes and lose himself in it. He had found himself turning it off completely when he was upstairs and she was working. Jamie always seemed to have a funny anecdote or wise word for all the patrons. Tim had watched in amazement and humor as she glanced off each suitor. He had asked around about her and found out she was not involved. He wondered why she was not taking up any of the dating invites.
Turning away as he seen her walk in, he bent down to unload the cases of beer into the cooler. Standing up, he watched her skirt rise up as she bent down below the counter. A flash of white turned his blood to fire and he could not take his eyes off of the long tan legs in front of him. As she shoved the purse in her cubby hole, seconds of white panties peeked between her thighs. Skirt almost to her waist, he had to fight the strong urge to touch her. Lost in her bottom half, he didn't realize she had suddenly stood up, until she slammed against him. The softness of her breasts made him groan, affecting his sleeping member to a quickly upright soldier.
As quick as she fell against him, Jamie hit the floor. Her thighs splaying open slightly as she tried to right herself in her heels, cursing under her breath. Eyes burning into hers as she finally raised hers to meet his, he could sense the need in her. Her face turned a bright red as did her thighs curiously.
"May I help you up?" Tim said softly, hold back a laugh.
Tim extended his hand to help her up, trying hard not to look back down to her pure white undies. Although it was not needed, they would be burned in his mind forever.
"Yeah, sure, um, thanks."
Jamie's voice stuttering a little as she tried to compose herself, her smaller hand fitting so well into his larger roughened one. If he didn't know any better, he would say her whole body was blushing. She sure seemed pretty flustered he observed, maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. As he towered over her now standing figure, he brushed a few tendrils of her hair out of her face before he could stop himself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over. By the way, your late."
Jamie started to say something and then quickly turned around and walked away. Tim watched her leave for several moments, until he saw the tell tale glance back.
His body now on fire from her wake, he could feel himself tight in his pants. Growing so large to the sight of her, he moved around to alleviate the slight discomfort. After a moment more of thought, he went back downstairs to unload the cases.
Rushing in to the bathroom, Jamie leaned up against the tiled wall. Heart was pounding in her ears and her thighs were slick with escaped juices. She could not stop her fingers from finding her soaked folds beneath her panties, heat radiating off of her core. She could not stop the gasp that passed her lips in the echoing bathroom. Lost in her wet wonder, she had to snap herself out of it. She hadn't even served a drink and it was thirty minutes in to her shift.
Sliding behind the bar a few minutes later, she could feel the heat of the cherry flush in her face. Carmen was overwhelmed as could be seen on her face, so Jamie started her night. The bar stayed hopping most of the night, keeping her mind from her run in with Tim. But as the space between customers rose, her thoughts returned to the quiet man. She could see the desire in his eyes and she knew now he was the one she wanted to take home tonight. Her body reacting quickly to the mere thought of being pressed up against his hard body.
As if on queue, he came walking across the bar carrying something heavy by the way his muscles were straining against his shirt sleeves. Lost in his body movement and ending view, a customer had to almost shout to get her attention. After making a few shots of tequila for the patron, she went back to her day dreaming. Leaning against the bar, she could feel herself getting wet again. To side track her dirty mind, she decided to go to the walk in cooler and grab a few beers to start stocking for the next night.
Entering the cooler, her breasts immediately react to the cold air. Feeling a shiver run over her body, she started grabbing beer quickly to get out of there. Two trips later, she was growing accustomed to the cool air and was starting to prefer it over the muggy night's balm. Straightening out the beer back in to order after the chaos of the night, Jamie heard the walk in door open, expecting Carmen, she made a vulgar comment about one of the more attractive customers of the night. About to turn around because she had not answered, Jamie then felt warm breath against her neck. Shivers running down her spine, as she hears Tim's gruff voice.
"I can't get those hot little white panties out of my mind."
