Jack's Adventures 02: Margaret 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 02: Margaret 01

... contact, and she smiled in recognition. She quickly turned and came over to the end of the bar.

"Hey," she said, her hands brushing some loose strands of hair back behind her ears.

"Hey yourself," I said.

She was shifting back and forth, and bouncing a little on her toes.

"Picking up a delivery?" she asked.

I nodded. She looked around, then leaned in toward me.

"If you'd like to pick up something else, I think you'd have a good chance," she said. Her big blue eyes were especially big right now. Achingly vulnerable.

I leaned slightly toward her.

"I would like to pick up something else," I said softly. "Would she want to grab a drink when she gets off work tonight?"

"She would. She's off at 10:30."

"I'll see her then," I said.

She smiled and nodded quickly, then turned and returned to the other side of the bar. I went to get my order and left.

Finishing up deliveries that evening was torture. I watched the time tick onward, wanting it to move faster but my constant attention dragging it even slower, as I imagined what Margaret would look like naked, as I planned what I would do to her in bed.

At 10:30 I was standing outside the restaurant. She came out the front door, still in her shirt and slacks, but the vest was gone, and one more button had come undone on her shirt. I could now see the pale freckled skin just above and between her breasts, which were more prominent without the vest tamping them down. Her hair was out of its ponytail, ...

... spilling down in dark waves over the front of her shoulders. We hugged gently as a greeting, and I felt her boobs push up against me, their size a pleasant surprise.

There were a lot of bars close to her restaurant and we started walking among them. It was a warm summer night but we kept close to one other, not talking much but feeling a casual intimacy between us. We entered an Irish pub. It was a busy weekend night and packed to the gills.

"I'll get us drinks," I said. "Will you find us a table?"

She looked around at the flood of people.

"I don't know if that's likely," she said. "How about a place to stand?"

I laughed.

"That works. What do you want?"

"Guinness?" she said.

I couldn't believe it and my face showed it.

"What?" she said, turning pink with embarrassment.

"A girl ordering Guinness," I said. "It's just...very hot."

She smiled, that goofy side smile again. She put her hands on my bicep, said "I'll find a spot for us," and turned away.

I pushed through to the bar, got us two Guinnesses, and then searched for Margaret. I found her sitting at a small table in a back corner, and she raised her arms like "can you believe it?"

"Amazing!" I said, sitting down across from her.

We then drank our Guinnesses slowly and chatted, speaking loudly to be heard over the din of the pub. We continued getting along smoothly, but the inability to have a quieter conversation was interfering with our chemistry. Once we'd finished our beers, I ...