My shift is almost over. I've been tending bar for hours and at this point I really can't tell apart whats liquor and what's water. Thankfully the night is winding down and I've only got about two hours left.
Love working here... great money, easy work, upscale crowd and gorgeous women. That I can never ever get tired of. Attractive women come and go on an hourly basis... Some are young girls looking for a sugar daddy, some are classy women looking for a younger man, etc... the possibilities are endless. With that said, tonight was definitely different... It seemed like virtually every single woman that walked through those doors were perfect. One hotter than the next... Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to masturbate for weeks and was feeling more aroused than ever... not sure what it was and I couldn't care less. Every woman was hot.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more absurd, I see an unbelievable woman walk right past me. She was about 6″ tall, wearing white high heels and a very tight white summer dress... one of those that fit around their bodies nice and tight, strapless, making women with big breast look absolutely regal. The way it slightly rides up behind them, making their toned buttocks look like the most perfect fruit to bite.
That dress looks amazing on you... I walk over, ask you what you'd like and you say you're waiting for a date. Those words killed me... they made me angry and i was incredibly pissed. I had no reason to feel this way but I guess jealousy got the best of me.
I got back to the bar and continue doing my thing... cleaning up, closing tabs, the odd ice water for the asshole that doesn't drink, etc. Time passes by and passes by and you're still there, alone. I come by one more time and notice you are a little bummed, pissed actually. I offer you another drink and but before I finished you interrupt me and say: "can you believe that douchebag?? standing me up??" I was shocked and insulted too... how can anyone stand this woman up? Holy fuck... I get you a drink, compliments of the house and tell you how I think he made a mistake and that i would never do that... Not thinking much about it, just went back behind the bar one last time.
I notice you get up and walk up to the bar. It was just you and I... you said you had a question and said: "Actually, it's not a question, its more of a demand... I'm the white SUV in the parking lot, finish up what you are doing, go grab your car and follow me home. You have 5 minutes."
I try to play it cool and as soon as you walk away I haul ass and try to close up shop as fast as I humanly can. I whistle loud and get one of the bus boys who wanted to step up in the bar anyway to close up... told him I'd stick out my neck and would get him shifts for the next month...
What you didn't know is that I didn't have a car. I have a motorcycle. Grabbed my helmet and jacket, kickstarted that bitch and rode right next to you car, just as you instructed. You rolled down your window and said: "Just follow me, we will be there in a few minutes. When we get there, park inside the garage. I'll go inside and i want you to close the garage door behind you, take off all your clothes and walk inside"
Sounds like a plan...
On the way there I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do to this majestic beauty... should I make love to her? or should I fuck her brains out? Do i kiss her gently or make her choke on my cock? Do i suck on her tongue or do I tongue her asshole? I wonder what you like... i wonder how you wanted it... i even wondered why...
We get to your place... let you park and admire your rock solid ass on that white dress. You open the door, turn the light on and walk in. I park my bike right next to your car, close the garage door and take off all my clothes. I only leave my underwear on and of course, no socks. Never understood what man that respect himself would leave his socks on during sex...
I walk inside a house dimly lit. No candles, the lights must have been on a dimmer. I wonder through the house with confidence until I get to the living room. There you were, standing by the fireplace, with the white high heels on and absolutely nothing else.
"I thought I told you to get fully naked". you said. Before I could say anything to somewhat justify my decision to not do as I was told, you tell me to get on my knees and crawl to you. I do as I'm told and begin making my way towards you. As I do, you slightly spread your legs and begin touching your clit. Just gently playing with it, licking you hands in the process and playing it with some more. That visual was so arousing that I wish I had crawled only one inch at a time. Instead, my hunger for what you were playing with made me get there much faster than expected.