A Helpful Bartender

 You know, there are friends who are both near & dear confidantes - and who you still would like to have mindblowing sex with..! That’s the way I feel for this particular friend of mine, but obviously that thing about the sex will have to stay in my slightly perverted brain… and that’s okay, because she is a really marvellous friend. 

We’ve made plans to meet at a bar in this town we both happen to visit at the same time on work related occations - what are the odds? We’ve been spending the days on separate conferences, but since neither have anything planned for the evening we are meeting up in a bar located smack in between our respective hotels. The good thing about visiting a larger town is that it’s usually quite easy to get a ride with either taxi or bus… meaning we can actually talk over a drink or two. 

It’s half past six and the grey day has transformed into a grey evening. I enter the bar and look around. Someone waving from a table at the far end catches my eye and yes, there she is. The smile spreads over my face and I can’t do anything to stop it. That woman is just pure joy to be around. I make my way over and she gets up to give me a big hug and what was most likely to be a kiss on the cheek, but I happen to move a bit just that second and suddenly our lips meet in an ever so fleeting kiss. 

“Hi hun, I’m so pleased to see you - you look as enchanting as ever!” 

Her smile really is infectious.

“You too! It’s been way too long - again..!”  

We sit down at the small table and I pick up the drink menu. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Oh, nothing fancy - it’s just a regular gin & tonic.”

“I’ll have one of those too - would you like a refill?” 

She nods and I wave at the waiter to get us two more glasses. He’s cute - no, actually, he is rather handsome… and oh, so young. 

“I know, right?” she says and giggles. “I was thinking exactly what you are thinking right now, you dirty old woman..!”

I laugh out loud - damn it, I thought I was at least not too conspicuous with my naughty thoughts, but at least I’m in good company. The young man brings the glasses and he does look a little bit unsure, but we both smile at him and that makes him gain his confidence again it appears. He even sounds a bit cocky when he remarks:

“...and ladies, don’t hesitate to let me know if there is anything (and he really puts emphasis on the word anything) I can do for you this evening..!” 

We look at each other over the table, then turn to him and say in chorus:

“Oh we will, believe us, we will.” 

That does make him blush a bit, but he looks pleased as he rushes off to help a table of businessmen over by the windows. 

We let the boy be and begin to talk among ourselves. The time passes and we have one more drink and then another one… Before we know it it’s past nine o’clock and apparently this is not a town where you go out on a weekday. The bar is empty apart from us and the adorable bartender who is keeping himself busy cleaning tables and filling up the salt & pepper shakers nearby where we sit. It might be the alcohol, but the longer the evening has gone, the closer we sit and the more we seem to accidentally touch each other’s hand, arm, cheek… and right now we’re both quiet, just… watching the other and that’s when I lean forward and place a light kiss on her lips. It’s almost nothing, but I don’t withdraw my head straight away - and she kisses me back. I raise my hand to caress her chin and slide my fingers down her slender neck, placing my hand at her nape and applying just a little bit of pressure. Her response is immediate, she gets up from the chair… but grabs me by the hand and gets me too up, her arms snaking around my waist and pressing me closer. I mirror her move and I raise her bet by letting my fingers follow the lining of her trousers and at the small of her back, where the trousers are a bit loose I slide my fingers inside them, feeling the warmth of her skin against the palm of my hand. She gasps a bit and kisses me harder. 

We are making out like teenagers, kissing, caressing each other's breasts and bums… and I think it must be at least ten minutes before I come to think of the bartender boy. I go still and slowly look around us… and sure, there he is. He is standing maybe two meters away from us and the look on his face is priceless. It’s obvious he isn’t sure if this is happening or if he is dreaming. He is holding a rag in front of his crotch, but that piece of scrap is nowhere near enough to cover the substantial erection that is trying to escape his trousers. His face is red and when we suddenly turn our attention from one another to him he looks like he wishes he could just disappear. 

I turn to her and ask as innocently as I possibly can:

“Do you think he wants us to go - or do you think he could imagine letting us stay for a bit and maybe reap the benefits..?” 

The glint in her eyes tells me she’s thinking what I’m thinking - and that it probably is a very bad idea… but a marvelously, wonderfully sinful idea. 

“Oh” she says, looking very concerned “we wouldn’t want to be any trouble, would we?” 

This is his cue and he catches on, almost like he had read the non existing script for the scene.

“No, no trouble, not at all - I don’t mind, I’ll just… ehm... I’ll just lock the door and you can… um… you can go on…” 

He walks a bit funny now, not the smooth flowing step he had during the evening when supplying us with more drinks and a bit of flirting. I notice that she is following his cute behind with her eyes - but I’ve noticed something I hadn’t seen before. It’s a pool table at the end of the bar. I’ve seen enough x-rated movies to immediately start thinking creative thoughts as to what that table could be useful for, more than shooting pool. 

I take her by the hand and lead her toward that pool table. From where we’ve been sitting I can’t tell how visible it will be from the window by the door… and when we reached it and I turn around I realise that the complete pool table is easily viewable from the large window, if a person outside would stop and look between those large green plants it would pretty much be a small green scene… but fuck it. The bar has been almost empty for almost two hours and I find it hard to believe that there are that much more people frequenting the narrow street outside it… and if I’m being perfectly honest, the idea of someone possibly seeing - it does kind of turn me on even more. 

Some pieces of clothing we almost caress off each other, some are close to getting ripped to shreds in our eagerness to get down to the other’s naked, warm skin… and it doesn’t take long before we’re both in just our underwear. That’s when the bartender once again enters the scene and this time he is allowed to join in. While she and I are kissing he steps up behind her and falls to his knees. He reaches up and pulls down her panties, gently pushing her thighs apart. His hand between her legs and his fingers reaches in and around her panties, pushing them aside. When his fingers slide over her pussy she bites my lip and moans slightly. I smile and reach round her back to unclasp her bra and she does the same with mine, but our bodies are pressed together so the bras stay where they are, separating our breasts, until I take a step back and set my ass down on the green fabric of the pool table. I’m not even gonna think about the amounts of beer and who knows what has been spilled onto it during the years - tonight it will get wet with other liquids than alcohol. I lean back on my elbows looking at the unlikely pair before me. She has turned around and is helping him out of his work clothes. He struggles to get the belt open, but finally succeeds and drops his trousers to the floor. Suddenly I’m the one with the most clothing and I’m only wearing my panties… but they won’t stay on for long. They both reach for my underwear and four hands pull them down and discard them in the pile of clothes on the floor. 

A pool table is not exactly a comfortable place - but in a case of emergency it’ll do just fine. The three of us are now completely nude and I’m busy caressing her body, her smooth skin and perky tits. She’s on her back while bartender boy is spreading her legs, kissing them from the feet and working his way up, past her knees, up the insides of her thighs and then buries his face in her pussy; kissing, licking and stroking. I’m watching him pleasuring her and I don’t seem to be able to stop my own fingers from wandering down my body to my own wet pussy. The sight is… exhilarating, to see her writhing under his treatment. I’m touching myself, watching them and her hand reaching out for me surprises me. 

“Let me lick you…” she whispers. She motions for me to place one knee on each side of her head and I obey - and then gasp when her tongue makes contact with my cunt. I sink a bit further down and lean forward, placing my forehead on her lower tummy for a moment, then I look up and see our dear bartender do the same. He looks a little surprised to see me there, but he does find his footing surprisingly quickly. I tilt my head and he kisses be, I taste her on his lips. Then he takes a step back and rises - and all of a sudden I’ve got a very hard, very eager cock against my cheek. I look up, into his eyes and open my mouth to take him in. 

He doesn’t move, he just lets me play with his cock - and I am loving it. I lick it, take it in as far as I can, I kiss it all over and then I direct it into her pussy. It’s fascinating in the most wonderfully sinful way, to see his cock make its way into her, slowly pushing in - and to sense the reaction from her straight at my own pussy. I rest my head at her hip, watching her being thoroughly fucked and feeling how her tongue and fingers are bringing me closer, ever closer to an orgasm. I place my hand so that her pussy is within reach for my fingers and after wetting them in my mouth I begin to stroke her clit. I can’t hear her, but I sure as hell feel her moaning between my thighs and my own orgasm is near now. I sink down a little bit more, my pussy getting wonderfully licked by this gorgeous woman - but she beats me to it, I feel her cramping under my fingers and the sound vibrations of her loud moans straight into my cunt is just enough to send me over the edge too. I arch my back, press my face to her smooth tummy and the waves of the orgasm are crashing down on me. We lay panting on the pool table, but the bartender boy sure has more stamina than expected. 

“Turn around, I want both of your cunts to choose from.” 

I obey, turning around so I’m back down on the pool table beside her - and I have to admit that I do get a little bit surprised by his next remark.

“Now you” he points at her “get on top.” and motions to me. She looks at me and seems equally surprised at his sudden cockiness, but she too does as she’s told. We’re face to face, our bodies touching and I put my arms around her, trailing my fingers down her spine and then inhale sharply when bartender boy apparently uses his erect cock to stroke my pussy, then hers and back down to mine - and then slides into me. She’s on top of me, grinding against me and we’re kissing, caressing. Every now and then the bartender switches pussy and it feels both a bit weird and crazy exciting. The intensity of his thrusts are increasing - as is the grinding motion from her and I’m pretty sure she’s on the verge of another orgasm, her breathing has become heavier and we’re moaning into each others mouths. 

Our bartender slams his cock deep into me one, two, three more times - then pulls out and shoots his load over her ass and pussy… from where it makes its way down over mine and mixes with our juices and yeah, now she’s definitely reaching the grand finale, pressing her pelvis against me and throwing her head back. She slides limply to my side and I, who haven’t quite gotten there just yet, reach down and rub my clit, my juices mixed with his cum and it doesn’t take me more than a few seconds before another orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave…

We lay spent on that pool table for a couple of minutes in silence… and when I finally speak my voice sounds faint.

“What time is it? My conference starts tomorrow morning at eight thirty…”