Bar Snack Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Bar Snack Ch. 01

... knew was that I was facing a beautiful, wild, green-eyed sexual animal who was making me warm and wet and nervous and excited. As usual, the most obvious reactions came from my now extremely erect nipples, whose darkening erection could be seen through the translucent material of my blouse. I had to say something. What? “Hi, I’m Gay,” I said as I held out my right hand. She took it, shook it, and held it gently for a moment too long, sending electric charges up my arm and into all the parts of me that were already racing into fifth gear. “You’re gay?” she asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. That I was bisexual was not in doubt, but it was always a spur of the moment thing usually fueled by a few too many drinks and a proposition I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have enough confidence in my gaydar to ever initiate an encounter, just to make myself very, very available. I wanted to scream, I’m queer as a three-dollar bill and I want to you to fuck me right here, right now! Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said with what I hoped was a warm, inviting smile: “My name is Gay, and you are?” “Sonia. I’m Sonia.” She drew out the first syllable and her pursed lips looked invitingly kissable. “Well, Sonia-with-a-long-sexy-O, what can I get you?” I wanted to tell her that I was the best thing on the menu, that she could even get a to-go order of me. “Coke would be nice.” “I don’t think that’s been on the menu here since the ‘80s,” I ...

... replied, hoping I could coax a smile from that beautiful, intense face. “Coca-Cola will be fine,” she said, smiling broadly with the mouth I wanted to kiss, her green eyes twinkling with delight. “Nothing stronger?” I wanted her drunk so that maybe she would think me worthy of her obvious sexual energy. “No, afraid not. That’s off-limits for me.” “Good that you know that. The only difficult part of this job is dealing with people who shouldn’t be drinking. It makes me sad.” I drew her drink into the finest tall crystal glass I could find, added a splash of Rose’s Lime Juice and garnished it with a section of lime. I wanted to dip a nipple into it, offer her a taste and ask her, May I pour? Pour it all over me! “That’s on the house.” And so am I! “You treat all the hotel guests that way?” Oh my God she’s staying here! I want desperately to be her midnight snack, her room service, her breakfast in bed. “Only the special ones, and Sonia, you are one of the very special ones.” Oh shit, I hope I didn’t overdo it. I wish the hell I knew what I was doing. I’m a nervous wreck. I’ve got to do something. We’ve been staring into one another’s eyes for the seconds, minutes, hours or however long it had been since she sat down at my bar. “I think I’ll put on some CDs and maybe those folks’ll start dancing, and maybe even leave.” I nodded toward the half-dozen people closely huddled at the other end of the bar watching me with amused looks and whispering to one another, flustering me even ...