Bartender - Sex Stories

Bartender

Was I paying way too much for a law school no one had ever heard of? Sure, but it had it’s benefits too. Probably the reason it cost so much was the location - a brand new building in downtown San Diego. It was walking, even stumbling, distance to any number of fantastic bars. Tonight though, I wasn’t looking for fancy or upscale. It was the end of finals and I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than end weeks of pouring over books by drinking until all the knowledge fell right back out of my head. Just one block away from the front door was a bar, the closest alcohol I knew of, and I headed for it. Several of the students had the same idea apparently as a large group of us walked in and were greeted by fellow students who had finished their various exams earlier. I took a seat at the bar, wearing a patterned button up shirt for the beach and jeans. I felt the weight of finals slip from my shoulders as I took a deep breath. The waitress slid over to me and I noticed how gorgeous she was. She had her blonde hair cut short, the front just touching the corners of her jaw and getting shorter around the back. It framed her very cute face with small features, and her light skin and hair made her deep blue eyes pop that much more. She was short, maybe 5’4”, and probably still 6 inches shorter than me in her red wedge heel shoes. She wore a tight white tank top covered with a crochet or macrame top - I have no idea what the difference is - that added class but did not hide ...

... her great shape at all in the skin tight tank. Her breasts were not huge, but they were big on her tiny frame and looked so sexy getting pushed up and out in the tank top. She wore very tight stone washed jeans, with a few seductive but not scandalous spots that were worn to just some thread, partially revealing her toned legs. In fact all of her was toned. She clearly worked hard on her body, with toned but not huge arms, flat abs with an hourglass curve to her hips, and athletic legs that showed she wasn’t anorexic. She looked amazing, and I was pretty shocked to check her ring finger and find that she wasn’t married despite being so good looking in a city this big. I started to idly wonder how she could be single as she asked what I wanted to drink. A scotch I told her. “Oooh, high roller… sure you don’t want some watered down common beer like the students in here?” she joked with me as she grabbed the bottle. I was feeling a little cocky, a little ‘what do I have to lose,’ and decided to play a little flirty. “Nah, I want something with taste… something with a great body,” I said, probably trying too hard. She smiled and poured, though it was probably the smile she gave to the dozens of guys (if not more) that hit on her every night. She slid the drink over to me, saying “Alright, Mr. Big Shot, here you go. Starting a tab?” I handed her my card, and she took it, read the name, and put it in a cup behind the bar with my tab. “Alright, Mike, you work on that and let me know ...