An Unexpected Late Valentine - Sex Stories

An Unexpected Late Valentine

Welcome to the "Break Room Bar." It is a local meeting place and watering hole.

My name is Jacob, and I am one of the owners of this fine establishment. Most of our clientele are older locals who like to let their hair down, have a few drinks, and have a good time. To keep the place interesting, the bar has crazy promotions to keep the business moving forward in the profit column. This year's timely promotion was "St. Valentine's Massacre ." It was advertised, "So you could forget February 14. "The massacre was a winner until one of our servers got the flu. This bump in the road meant I would be the replacement server.

The bar was filled in groups according to age, employment, and friendships. There was Generation X, the blue-collar camp, and the old high school friends. Since I got stuck being the pinch-hit server, I chose to work the high school friends. I didn't attend school in this town, but knew almost everyone.

The post-Valentine celebration was to bring a little happiness into their lives. Each group decided to have fun in their style. Generation X and the blue-collar camp were having a great time. The high school group was going wild. They told stories and remembered the good old days, while others condemned it.

I started laughing and then noticed a lady whom I did not know. "Hello, my name is Jacob. I will be your substitute server and part owner of this fine establishment."

She responded, "My name is Lynn."

"I don't remember you ever being ...

... with these rowdies. Did you graduate with them?"

"Yes, I am here visiting Samantha. We were close friends in high school."

Lynn was the friendliest person that I had ever met. We seemed to be hitting it off.

Now, it was time to make some money for the bar. I took everyone's order. The ladies order a pitcher of margaritas, two white wines, and rose'. I noticed the rose' was for Lynn. The night was a huge success, and the bar's patrons were having a great time. Me, I was busy getting to know Lynn. She was getting my personal attention. Unfortunately, her friends noticed, and she caught some heat from her old classmates. It was time for me to back off. I returned to being a waiter and partial bar owner but did not give up. I looked for the right opportunity to talk to her.

"How long are you going to be in town, Lynn?"

"About ten days," she replied.

"Could I interest you in dinner? I guarantee it will not be here."

"Well. I guess so," Lynn answered.

"OK, Friday night. I'll pick you up around seven. Could you give me the address where you are staying? "

Lynn slipped me the info on the sly, and our dinner date was set. It had been a long time since I wore a sports coat, collared shirt, dress pants, and hard shoes. I was hoping Friday would be something special.

Finally, Friday night arrived, and I went to pick up Lynn. I rang the bell, and Lynn answered the door. She wore a conservative navy blue outfit with matching stockings and heels. Lynn looked ...