Bartender Chapter 2 - Movie Date - Sex Stories

Bartender Chapter 2 - Movie Date

This story stands alone, but works better after Chapter 1 for more description I barely remember getting home from that last night of finals. All I could think about was Holly - her hot body, seductive ways, and of course the mind blowing sex. I was happy enough being done with finals, but so much happier now that it meant that my next couple weeks between classes were wide open for me to spend more time with this amazing woman. I called her the next day. I never liked the three day rule, and I didn’t think it applied when you had a night like we had. She had to work the next few nights but we made plans for Thursday night. It was probably better to let us recover from last night anyway. We chose to meet at a swanky bar/restaurant in San Diego’s gaslamp district before the movie. We both lived downtown which was great because it meant we could walk and didn’t have to worry about parking. Which also meant we could have some drinks. I don’t think either of us was struggling with inhibitions, but it’s nice to be able to relax and have a few. I was already sitting at the bar, watching the door when she strolled in. Holly was wearing a casual dress on the darker side of royal blue, making her eyes look even deeper than they were. The dress was fitting above the waist, showing off her sexy curves and tight torso. The top wasn’t very low cut, but with her large breasts it was still plenty to show some cleavage. Below the waist the skirt was much more loose and really hid the ...

... amazing butt that she had. Even though I had the privilege of seeing her ass naked in all it’s glory, I found myself trying to visualize it as the fabric swayed around her. The dress ended just above the knees, showing off her toned calves leading down to a pair of strappy stilettos that were a dressy but casual enough for a movie date. Holly strutted her way over to the bar and I stoond up to greet her. We embraced, holding on a few moments extra with the sexual tension and desires swirling through our minds. I wore some nice jeans and a green polo shirt tonight. As always, the weather in San Diego was fantastic, but the theater was probably going to be freezing. I had a jacket hung over the back of the bar stool so Holly didn’t get cold. The bartender came over, dressed up in a white shirt and black bowtie, and took our drinks. We ordered some appetizers and Holly got an appletini while I order a Jack and coke. “Jack and Coke? Are you slumming it tonight, scotch man?” Holly asked with a smile. I played back, “Well, I already got you hooked so there’s no need for show anymore.” “Oh, you think you have me in the bag, do you?” she replied, mocking offense at my remark. I leaned over to her, taking it way past teasing when I whispered in her ear, “Maybe I don’t… but tell me the truth - are you wet right now?” Holly turned her head towards me, biting her lip. As she took a deep breath, her hand reaches down, landing on my thigh and squeezing hard. I had my answer. We finished the food ...