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My Adventures With A Bartender

I used to be subtle but now I didn't care anymore. Another 12 hour day of negotiations had fried my brain thoroughly and the Grey Goose dirty martini sitting in front of me was just what the doctor ordered. The new bartender was easy on the eye and I was too tired to care if he noticed my stare.

Once again, I glanced down at him working at the end of the bar. Dressed in tight jeans and a black tee showing off his nicely chiseled upper body he quickly dipped the glasses...first in the soapy water, then in the clean. There was a rhythm to his work and I mindlessly tapped my shiny black fingernails in time.

It had been a couple of weeks since he started working there and not coincidentally it was my new favorite happy hour spot. He was 25...maybe. Tall with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes, always a bit unshaven, full lips that broke into a big smile whenever I came in.

At times I was sure he knew I was watching. I couldn't help myself, eyes pawing at him shamelessly as fantasies about what he looked like bare chested floated through my mind. It had been a long time since I had felt anything like this.

I felt the vibration of my cell phone, took a look at the caller ID and rolled my eyes. Would this day ever finish? "Yes?" I said. "Sorry to bother you," the male voice began. "No problem," I said with a barely perceptible sigh. Grabbing my notebook, I began to take notes.

Twenty minutes later a fresh chilled martini glass appeared in front of me. I glanced down to the end of the bar and caught his eye. I raised my glass and mouthed, "Thanks." Another eye roll and a grin in his direction and it was back to my note taking.

"Anything else you need me to know?" I asked closing my Macbook and clicking my pen shut. "Great, I will get the proposal wrapped up and in your hands by midweek." Hanging up my phone, I tucked it and the notebook back into my designer bag.

I startled to feel a hand slide across my back. Two strong hands gripped my tight shoulder muscles and squeezed knowingly. Before I could turn, his cheek pressed against me, his lips whispering against the back of my ear, I heard him say, "You look absolutely delicious."

His strong thumbs released the day's worries and I felt herself melt. I glanced back to see the familiar intense blue eyes looking down at me, Lost in sensation, his hand found mine and lifted me to my feet. I turned and smiled as he looked up at the man who I had been watching for weeks. He pulled me close and held me with clear intention. "Got plans for the night?" He whispered with his face buried in my hair.

Tingling from head to toe, I stuttered, "Now I do!" A little tipsy from the martinis and exhausted from the week, my resistance was zero and it felt right to be in his arms. "I think a massage is just what you need." He said as he released me back to my bar stool. "I get off in an hour. Let me replenish that drink for you."

My thoughts ran chaotic in my busy mind. Who was he? How old was he? What was I thinking? Who cares? All I knew is that he had melted me with a simple touch on the shoulders. I hadn't had a man touch me with such confidence since, well, it might even be since before law school.

Heart pounding, I watched him taking care of the other bar patrons. Occasionally he glanced my way with a knowing smile and a nod or wink. Biting my lip, I knew his thoughts were pure lust, an unquenchable wanting and I didn't care. I was hot and tingly and work, clients and office politics were blissfully knocked right out of my mind. Boom. All I could think about was his mouth on mine and my hands in his hair.

Heart pounding I felt my cheeks flush as he cleaned the bar glasses getting ready to finish his shift. Another bartender was now on duty and I knew my massage was next on his agenda. I sipped the last of my martini and popped a vodka soaked olive into my mouth. "Hi, Drew asked me to give you this." The pretty female bartender said sliding a piece of paper her way.

I unfolded the note and read, "Watching you put that olive in your mouth only makes me want to taste u." My mouth got dry and I tried to swallow. I looked up and caught his eye, an unmistakeable glint of pure desire flashed between us. I felt the heat hit me between my legs. God he was hot.

Flustered, I grabbed my bag and retreated to the restroom. A little tipsy, I held the bar to steady myself. Was it the alcohol or was it him? Trying to settle myself, I took a deep breath and walked down the hall. "Don't look, don't look," I whispered to myself as I turned around ignoring my insistent command.

He was looking right at me "Shit." I said, only pretending to be upset. I used the bathroom, splashed a little cold water on my face, applied my kissable lip gloss and headed back to the bar.

When I got back to my stool, he was nowhere to be seen. There was a folded up piece of paper under her glass. "Meet me in the parking lot." It said. "Drew got your tab," said the bartender with a wink. Liquid courage surging through my veins, I gathered my things and headed out the door.

It only took me a minute to find him. He was leaning up against his car, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. I walked right up to him. "Thanks for taking care of my tab." He smiled. "I plan to take care of a lot more than that."

Pulling me in close he held me and kissed the top of my head. It was as if he sensed my resistance. Backing up and letting me simmer a little bit in expectation, he was rewarded as I softened and let myself be held
"I'm, well, I'm......" I tried to speak. "Shhhh baby." He whispered covering my protests with gentle kisses. Barely touching my lips with his, I shivered and opened my mouth in response. I melted under his spell. All I could think about was my pounding heart and throbbing lady bits.

He broke the hug and took my hand. "I know a place we can go for a little privacy." Feeling my hesitation, he turned back to me, "It's ok baby, I want to take care of you." He looked at me with a promise of what was to come and raised my hand to his lips and kissed it.

Excited and turned on, I willingly followed him around the corner of the bar. Situated on the beach, there were several cabanas set up for tomorrow's massage clients. Perfect. He led me into the cabana closest to the water. "We should have lots of privacy down here." He said as he pulled me inside.

He wrapped his arms around me and any remaining resistance melted away. I opened up to him and met his tongue in a passionate kiss. Hungry for each other we tasted, nibbled and probed each other. Fast then slow, he controlled the pace, drawing my arousal into a frenzy.

Hugging me tight he led me to the massage table. Slipping out of my black pumps, I sat on the edge of the table as he unzipped the back of my dress. His fingers skimmed the smooth skin between my shoulder blades raising goose bumps and sending a shiver through my body.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck hungering for another round of kissing. "Just a minute, sweetheart." He said as he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor near his feet. Shivering in the late night air, I felt my nipples get hard. Noticing my response, he gently helped me lay down on the table. Laying a hand on the center of my chest and the other on my lower belly, he matched her breathing.

"Where are you hurting, baby?"

"My back and shoulders are killing me."

"I will take care of you, roll over for me and let me show you."

Once I was laying on my belly, he laid the silk sheet over my lower body and began to squeeze and work the tense muscles in my back and shoulders. He was an excellent masseuse and the repetitive motions were deeply soothing.

He ran his hand down the sides of my spine and then over the soft flesh of my bum. I shivered again and unconsciously opened my legs on the table. In perfect rhythm, he reached down and started stroking my legs. Starting at my ankle, he gently stroked, first one hand then the other up to the soft skin behind my knee and then back to my ankle.

I began moving my body anticipating his touch. He responded by starting up my thighs running his fingers from the back of my knees to the crease below my bum. I shivered and squealed with delight. Trying to turn over and reach for him, he laughed, "Oh no you don't."

Climbing on to the massage table and sitting on my thighs, he began to work my upper back and shoulders again. Hands sweeping down the sides of my rib cage, fingers delicately touching the sides of my breasts, he felt my breath speed up. He leaned forward and breathed on the back of my neck.

Moans escaped in my excitement. Every time he exhaled against the soft skin behind my ear, I squirmed and tried to lift myself closer to him. He was good. He whispered to me and I whimpered my ok. "Yes, please, please," I pleaded with him.

He climbed off the table and turned me over. Placing my right calf against his chest, he began to massage my upper thigh. I was open to his touch and my body was writhing with pleasure. Lifting my other leg, he gently pulled and situated me at the end of the table before placing my leg on his other shoulder.

Watching my eyes roll back in her head, he began kissing my inner thighs. Up one leg and down the other, licking, tasting and nibbling the tender white skin. Up, up to my outer lips and yet not touching, only teasing, blowing on them. "I am in no hurry, baby." He growled.

Laying back in ecstasy, I let go and let myself open even more. Animal sounds came from me as I let him take control of my pleasure. Running my fingers in his hair I held on tight as he covered me with kisses. Nibbling, tasting, stroking, sucking, he worked his magic and made me mad with pleasure.

The first orgasm hit me hard and my body bucked up against him. Pulling his hair I cried out until he put his fingers into my mouth to muffle my voice. Again and again my body rocked in passion. Again and again he would not let me escape his grip.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I finally said with an exhausted laugh. "That's just round 1!" He said crawling up to lay next to her on the table. Wrapping his arms around me, I felt echoes of pleasure continue to rock as he held me close. Waves of pleasure rose again and I melted back into him. "Fuck." I whispered hoarsely. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He laughed and kissed my forehead, "Tell me how you really feel."
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