I plan on putting a number of my true to life experiences up on this site for your perusal and titillation. I will try and keep each as true to my memory as possible save for the odd name change where appropriate.
This encounter is hardly one of my most extreme adventures but is certainly a memorable one...
It was a particularly hot night. I'd used the limited power I held as bar supervisor to give myself a break from the thick and humid bar; still 5 sweaty students deep despite the late hour. Instead I hefted new stock from the confined lift which my collegue was then refilling a floor below. On a Friday night in a city university student union bar in the UK they can almost drink it faster than you can stock it!
As I lifted keg after case the sweat literally dripped from me. The only respite was the fact that fresh sweat made a change from the sticky concoction that plastered every inch of your exposed flesh behind the bar itself, and the 15ft or so distance I had from it also gave me some relief from the smoke saturated air.
Despite the discomfort I lived for this kind of work; simple, social, and I worked damn hard. Little did I know my physical efforts were not going unnoticed.
"She's been watching you for at least 10 minutes you know ". My boss addressed me, fag in hand. "In fact she was staring on your last shift too, and she's not half bad". Alan was a nice enough guy, lazy, but likeable. He was the only non-student staff, about 35, built like a bouncer and far preferred using his influence to seduce drunken girls than actually doing any work himself.
I wasn't in any rush to turn around and see who Alan was referring to. He liked women who were as available as possible and that rarely went in hand with great looks. Also I was not about to let this girl see me measuring her up. My approaches were generally a little more refined.
I finished clearing the lift: now aware that I was making a show, I admit I threw the heavy loads about with a bit more energy. This was a novelty for me as I have never been particularly well muscled. My 6'3" frame is well toned but has always been a little on the skinny side. As such I felt vaguely rediculous putting on this strongman show and was glad when I slammed the metal shutter down and buzzed the lift back down.
As I turned I finally caught a glance of my mystery admirer. There was no missing her, her eyes were fixed upon me. And I was pleasantly surprised. A couple of meters beyond the doorway to the rear of the bar she stood, at around 5'7" her har was jet black and cut to the shoulder, long fringe tucked behind one ear. Her eyes were just as dark and instantly grabbed me, contrasting as they did with the soft and subtle features of her mouth and nose. Her clothing was stylish and reserved and as such I could tell little about her body save that she was lean and tanned. Never having seen her before i decided she must have been a new starter, although freshers had ended some weeks ago.
Rather than look away I smiled straight at her, and she gave a grin in return which indicated unashamed interest. Stopping only to grab a much needed glass of water I walked straight out to meet her.
Now I have never been one for chat-up lines. I've never seen the point. I can tell from a fleeting shared look if there is a connection; if not I rarely push it; if there is chemistry, words just get in the way...
"What's your name?"
"Elodie. Yours?" Beyond the obvious 'clue' of her name, the words flowed from her mouth in such a way that she could only be French.
Within a brief exchange I had realised that her command of English was basic but assured, that she wanted to meet me after work at a house party and that she had a kind of smouldering and exotic sex appeal I found irresistible.
I completed the rest of my shift constantly aware of her eyes upon me and of my rising anticipation for the liaison to come. I felt invigorated and flattered at being the explicit target of this attention (there were 10 other guys behind my bar alone, even before counting the patrons) and revelled in it.
I left the bar at around 03:00 after closing up. It was situated in the centre of a 'student village'; university halls housing at least a couple of thousand students in total, so attending an after work party was far from unusual. It felt good to have my wits about me while a hundred others were inebriated to ridiculous excess. Guys and girls littered the walkways smoking weed, hung from the windows yelling out to one another and sprawled on the grass either alone with drink clutched in hand or paired off and getting serious whilst oblivious to the numerous giggling onlookers.
I had scarcely scored myself a beer when Elodie came up to me at a trot. I had no time to react before she had pulled my lips to hers. After a brief start I went with it and a few seconds later we came up grinning.
"I have seen you" she said.
"I know, I caught you looking" I replied. "and I'm very glad I did!"
She kissed me again and I savoured the feeling of her body pressed to mine. I could now run my hand across the small of her back, feeling her tight body. Firm breasts rubbbed up against my chest and she pulled in a sharp breath as her tongue touched my own. I too was growing quickly aroused, my cock hardening between us. As we kissed deeper she moved against me brushing her body across mine and each realising the others excitement.