Manmoirs: Bartender - Sex Stories

Manmoirs: Bartender

I was at that age where friends started getting married. It's only natural and normal for twenty-somethings to get hitched with their high school or college sweetheart. For me, this was a foreign concept. No high school sweetheart, too many college sweethearts and the whole "settling down" thing, to me, was overrated. My good friend was getting married so I rolled to it riding solo. It was a beautiful ceremony. We drove thirty minutes to the closest resort where we stayed at a beautiful bungalow with seven of my friends. They picked a great venue for the reception. During the reception I looked around for the singles. There seemed to be a lot of couples with virtually no single women in sight. I figured the night was a lost cause so I decided to capitalize on the open bar. I very pretty little thing worked the side of the bar I happened to walk toward. "Hi what can I get you?" "Rye and Coke please," I gave with a smile. "Good choice. Single or married?" "Single. I'd be on the dance floor if I had a girl," I replied. "A man who likes to move. I like that. I'm Vivian," and she was a rocket. Probably 5"3, dark hair with a bit of an exotic look to her. Very hot. "I'm Dean. Nice to meet you. This resort is incredible." "It is. Are you staying the night?" "Yes I'm in the bungalow by the south golf course," I said. "Those are so cute. I still haven't seen inside one." Prior to the Rye and Coke I had already downed about four beers. My buzz was on, and so was my courage. "I'll ...

... probably need help standing at the end of night. Would you be willing to help walk me to my bungalow if I'm close to death?" She laughed, "Hahahaha! Yes, for sure. Can't have you face-plant or I'd be in trouble for serving you too much!" I basically spent the night at the corner side of the bar making small talk with Vivian. We talking about anything and everything. She would serve a bunch of people, then come back to me, and that kept going for the whole evening. By midnight she started to partake in shots with me. We started with Polar Bears and then hit Jack. After one shot of Jack I wanted no more. At that point I felt I really needed someone to help walk me back to the house. By the way she looked at me and touched my hand that night, I also felt she wanted to do more than just walk. "Ok Vivian, I definitely need some help finding my way." "Haha sure. Here, have a drink of water. I just need fifteen minutes to clean up here." Some friends were still lounging around finishing their drinks. Most people had already left. One of my buddies was aware of my situation. "Close it, Dean." Vince Lombardi-esque words of inspiration... Vivian came over and wrapped her arm around mine. "Ready?" "I'm ready!" We stumbled toward my bungalow on the hot spring night. I let her wear my suit jacket. Her arm was still hooked around mine, and eventually we were holding hands. I still could not believe she was actually walking me back to my place. I wasn't completely sure what to say if she were to ...