Bartender - Sex Stories

Bartender

... if I can get you anything else. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” she said before moving off to check on the tables and other bar patrons. It looked like they didn’t expect the crowd tonight as she was the only one working. For the next hour or so a few trickled in, mainly fellow students, but for the most part people were leaving after having a drink or two and the crowd was thinning. This was great for me because it meant that she was spending more time behind the bar where we could interact a little and I could check out her body as she moved around. As I finished my second scotch, the bartender came back over to me. “Having another, Mike?” “Well, first, you cheated and got my name from my card and I never got the chance to ask yours.” She smiled and laughed, then extended her hand. “I’m Holly.” I took her hand and shook it, holding on longer than pleasantries call for and replied, “Okay Holly, I’m feeling like a shot - suggestions?” “How about a quick fuck?” Holly said. “I wish you would have offered that a while ago.” Apparently I was feeling pretty confident. Her face went serious. “I meant the drink, asshole.” “Oh, um, sure,” I said sheepishly, undoubtedly turning bright red thinking I offended her. She quickly flashed her gorgeous smile. “Jeez, I’m just kidding!” she chided me, shaking then pouring two and handing one to me. “Let’s just start with these and go from there,” she said. She winked at me, threw her shot back, and stepped out from behind the bar to ...

... check on the other customers before I had a chance to reply or do my own shot. I threw the ‘quick fuck’ down then half turned, looking at her over my shoulder as she pulled out a bill, bent over slightly, and handed it to the table, some fellow students I recognized but didn’t know. While still talking to them she turned and looked at me, catching me checking out her ass in the tight jeans. She smiled, and I swear she gave me a little wiggle before turning her attention back to the customers. She wished them a good night, and headed back to the bar as they left. As I turned back around I realized that was the last table and we were the only people in here. I glanced at my watch and realized that they were supposed to be closing in 30 minutes. As she came over beside me straightening the chairs at the bar, Holly caught me checking my watch. “You leaving me?” she jabbed. I turned to face her. “I was just noticing it was getting close to closing.” She stopped what she was doing and turned to face me too. “You got a hot date?” The scotch was really making me bold now. I stood up and took a step towards her. “That depends on whether or not you say yes…” I teased. Holly stepped towards me, very much inside personal space. From here she had to tilt her head up to look at me, and looking down on her and her hot body like this stirred very dominant desires in me. She put a hand on my abs, sliding it up and over my chest. “I get off in about thirty minutes,” she told me. I grabbed her ...