Tyler and I were in our early twenties when we got engaged after a long courtship, it wasn't that we were afraid to make the commitment to each other, but more that we were so content with each other, time just sort of disappeared on us. We both had the travel bug and decided that the overseas experience was a must before we settled down to married bliss and the financial commitments that follow. The thought of lying arm in arm on a sunny Greece beach or getting thoroughly plastered at the Munich beer festival was too much to pass up. We made one major sacrifice to accomplish our plan, and that was for both of us to stay at home with our parents, and fight the urge to get a little apartment and live together. It made the sex thing a little difficult, but we just had to make the best of it. While we both had good paying jobs, the costs of our little travel plans were not insubstantial, and after booking our flights to London, we decided to do a little part time work to assist in saving for our quest for freedom.
Criterion Catering was a company that did weddings and other corporate type functions, and it was there that Kylie and I began a little part time work, she as a waitress and myself as a barman. It killed our Friday and Saturday nights socialising with friends, and there were times that we nearly gave it up, but we bolstered each other up with the dreams of Europe and its delights. It was damned hard work, but we persevered, and the fact that most of the time we were together helped us through it.
I liked watching my little Tyler strutting her stuff in the Criterion uniform, the green top and the shortish black skirt looked real good on her. I liked the way that the skirt swished around her long tan legs as she walked, or how it rode up just a little when as she bent over a table when serving guests. I was proud when I noticed the admiring glances of other males as she carried out her tasks with a smile. Some reading my story might think that Tyler was a bit of a flirt, but she wasn't really, she was outgoing and friendly and sometimes didn't quite realise the affect she had on men. It would be fair to say that my Tyler was a little bit naïve; she thought that the large engagement ring on her finger negated any male interest in her, but was sadly mistaken. She was an extremely pretty girl with big blue eyes and just a few freckles around her nose. Her hair was thick and wavy, but cut short. She reckoned that her breasts were too small, but to me they were perfect little handfuls, her large dark nipples when aroused were just lovely to suck on. But to me, Tyler's best attribute was her tight little rounded butt, oh how I just loved to get my hands on those lovely smooth cheeks. She would often tease me by wearing tight jeans, or when we were alone in a pair of brief panties. A little flash of her tidy little pussy was often found to be extremely dangerous. And there was nothing better in the whole wide world than her whispering in my ear how much she loved me as I rode her passionately.
I was the lucky one who disengaged Tyler from her virginity, it took a whole month of serious courting before I managed it, but did so where all others before me had failed. Sexually, she was a little shy at first, but soon warmed to the exciting pleasures of the flesh. Now, she liked nothing better for me to lick her pussy to orgasm, or to ride her hard with her legs firmly around my shoulders. She soon became a formidable provider of blow jobs after a rather inept beginning, and now quite enjoyed a nice face full of cum if the moment took her. And as our love grew, Tyler began to instigate sex when she felt like it, and for some reason I never complained, not even once.
One night when my parents had gone away for the weekend, we rented an adult DVD. It was the first time that Tyler had seen someone else in the act, and after getting over the guilt of it all, watched it with great interest before attacking me. Since then, we've watched adult DVD's, but under Tyler's proviso of complete secrecy, as she would be mortified if anyone in her family found out. It would be an under estimation to suggest that her family is kind of old fashioned, and mine isn't much better. Finding out that their offspring were watching porno would be catastrophic, even though we're supposedly adults and engaged.
We soon made quite good friends with some of the staff at Criterion. Reuben was one of the barmen at Criterion that I often worked with; he was a bit of a novelty in that he was a very tall and very black Jamaican about my age. We soon built up a strong rapport while we worked the bar, and we had lots of laughs while supplying copious amounts of alcohol.
Now, Reuben was a natural comedian; he just had the ability to make people laugh. Even when we were busy and working hard, he was always up to some sort of cheeky mischief and causing innocent havoc. The combination of his natural charm and humour resulted in him being a bit of a magnet with the guests, and it was a regular thing for him to have an audience at the bar listening to that lovely Jamaican accent doing its thing. The owner of Criterion quite rightly gave Reuben a lot of leeway in his antics, for happy guests take away good memories and bring repeat business, as anyone in the business knows, reputation is everything. The majority of his audience would be female, both young and mature, and it didn't take me long to realise his dark good looks awakened some desires amongst them. They would prop their breasts on top of the bar, then gaze up at his six foot wide shouldered frame and let their imaginations run wild.
Reuben and I talked a lot about travelling; he too had the travel bug and was slowly working his way around the world. Having good bar experience, he was easily able to pick up work, even though low paid; it was enough for him to live on if he lived frugally. I listened with great interest to his stories of his experiences, but to be honest I sometimes thought he exaggerated a little like most males with an audience. It took Tyler a little time to warm to Reuben for his usually winning smile and constant teasing only seemed to put her ill at ease. But he finally wore her down enough to get her to laugh along with his antics.
As time went on, Reuben became a little more liberal with his sexual conquests. While we stocking the shelves and chillers before and after functions, he liked nothing better to tell me about what happened with some girl he met. It would seem that his dark skin and natural charms were enough to make girls swoon and their panties hit the floor. And once they got a glimpse of what was in his pants, they were instantly in love. He often commented that married women were sometimes the worst, and it wasn't uncommon for them instigate sexual encounters, some with their husbands permission. At first, I just scoffed at the suggestion that married women would be so bold. But Reuben suggested that I look out for the wedding rings when women were in his vicinity.
Its funny how one doesn't notice things until they're actually pointed out, but I began to take a little more notice of Reuben activities, he was often talking to married women while at the bar or when collecting dead bottles and glasses from tables. One of the many facilities at the Criterion Lounge, were the outdoor garden areas where people could socialise. There were a small number of secluded areas which had seats and tables, usually frequented by smokers plying their evil habits, or where guests could get a little privacy. It was there that Reuben suggested he'd been propositioned and even fondled by female guests.
I once quite wrongly or rightly told Tyler about Reuben's conquests with married women while I was driving her home; like me she also took it with a grain of salt. The suggestion that married women would offer promiscuous sex favours was pure fantasy on his part. As time went on, Reuben sensed that I disbelieved him and took some exception to the fact that I thought he was exaggerating, anyway for all the shit he handed out to other people it was kinda good to see him a touch agitated. But it was on a Friday night that Reuben proved that he was right and both Tyler and I were more than a little naïve.
It was a night when Criterion was hosting a large fund raising evening, the place was packed and it was a busy night for all the staff, and as usual Reuben and I were working the bar. Halfway through the evening, Reuben winked at me and leaned close so no one else could hear.
"Watch the chick over there in the black dress." he whispered.
Several times she approached Reuben's end of the bar waiting to be served, and then stay to chat, even waiting until he'd finished serving others. As she flirted, I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand. I guess she'd be in her late thirties or early forties and quite pretty dressed in a long black dress, her curly blonde hair was styled short. Around 1 am, the function began to wind down, and Reuben and I began to make excursions from behind the bar to collect discarded glasses and put them in the dishwasher, the more that we did now, the less we had to do later, and the earlier we could go home.
Reuben disappeared for a few minutes and the returned with a tray of glasses and a big smile. He waited until we were out of earshot of everyone and then grinned at me.
"Blondie wants me to give her one while hubby watches." he whispered.
"Yeah right." I replied unconvincingly.
"Nah, straight up man. I told them to wait around until it was quieter."
"Sure."
