Meet and Fuck: Tuesday Night - Sex Stories

Meet and Fuck: Tuesday Night

It was a long hard Tuesday at the office. The bosses were breathing down on us extra hard since corporate decided to come in with a full audit on our branch. I needed to unwind so I high tailed it on over to my favorite bar the minute I could sneak out of work. Maybe I would have invited my coworkers, but they were all still frantically trying to make themselves out to be the superstars of the branch. But I knew I was as good as downsized, so instead I was going to buy myself as many shots as I could while I still had money to burn. I sat down at the end of the bar, facing the door. I liked to watch the crowd when I was out alone. I loosened the black and blue stripped tie and undid the top button of my Oxford button down. Maybe I'd call in sick tomorrow and just go job hunting instead. Get a leg up on the soon to be flooded market place. Max, the bartender, came over just as I was letting out a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of the day with it. He didn't say anything because he'd heard the worries over the last couple of days. He just looked expectantly at me waiting to hear what would shake the day away for me. "Shot of Patron and a Adams chaser Max." He nodded knowingly. Max has been my barman for many of years now. He knows my mood not by my face or my tales, but by what liquid I decide to put in me that day. He brought over a double immediately along with a whole quartered lime. He was already sure I'd be having a few more. I downed the shot and began ...

... sucking a lime quarter as he poured my beer. That's when she walked in. The first thing she did was survey the room. It didn't take long. Besides me and Max, there were only two other groups present. Tuesday nights were slow. This was probably as busy as it was going to get. She was clearly planning a meet up with somebody though, as she chose a seat halfway between me and the door by herself. She glanced at her watch then settled herself in. Max slung me my beer and took off down the bar to tend to the new comer. If I wasn't sure she was meeting somebody I'd say she came from an office herself. Who knows, maybe she did. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Very work appropriate but absolutely stunning none the less. It accented her every curve yet left you feeling like you hadn't even begun to see the majesty that lay beneath. She pushed her red shoulder length hair behind her ear on my side of her profile, revealing black rimmed glasses. My mind was already swimming in schoolmarm fantasies about this broad. Max asked her what she'd be having. "A glass of chardonnay." She said. I didn't suspect that was her drink, but maybe she was trying to impress Mr. Not Quite Here. *** Max brought down another double of Patron. This made four. Only two beers though. Still I should probably start thinking about calling it a night. I downed my shot and put the last lime quarter in my mouth. As I glanced up I noticed Red almost burning a hole in her watch. She half glanced at ...