I had worked in several unlike bars in my first two years in Kingdom of Spain. The pay wasn't anything to write home about but the perks were what made the job deserving doing.

Of trend, there was the usual sun and sea and that was great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free John Barleycorn, unfreeze repast but above all, the never-ending flow of holidaying Guy. guy wire with money to spend, take me out for a good clip and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might chair to.

All in all, life was pretty damn good.

My present bar was okay, but I knew that the owner was taking advantage of how adept I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to supposed ‘ bar director'and he did pay me a bit more, but shit ! I had to mold my ass off, the bastard was never there, just left it all to me, about of the early staff, well, to be honest, they were defective than useless. Yes, they could pull up a beer okay and smile nicely while they did it, but mental capacity ? No.

Today I really was feeling down in the trash dump. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his name was mike, he owned a bar a small way out of Ithiel Town. A big bar with a eating place, swimming puddle, the works, I'd seen him here a distich of times with my boss.

"Hola Angie, todo bien contigo hoy ?"( Hi Angie, all good with you today ? )

I told him I was neat, even if I didn't actually feel it. Well you have to, it was riding habit, but I don't think my face agreed with my words.

"How's the job going, you glad ?"

Unusual question, I thought,"I'm a bit pissed off if you must know, haven't seen Carlos for two twenty-four hour period, must think I'm stupefied or something."turd ! Maybe I shouldn't have said that, silly bitch."Don't mind me, probably had a few too many last night.

mike studied me for a hour, then said,"Get us both a drinking and fetch them outside to the terrace, I'll see you there,"

Armed with two beers, I joined him outside.

He didn't mess about, came right out with it."How would you like to total and work at my place Ange ( my nickname ), as my bar managing director, with better pay than whatever you get here ?"

I knew that microphone had one hellhole of a repute. Yes, he was married but to a redress moody mare from what I heard. He must throw been in his late forties maybe even early fifty dollar bill, but he was in pretty beneficial shape none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked operose, but above all, he was fair with his stave, paid them well, sound tips, and they liked him.

The girls said, he always tried it on a bit, but never pushed if he didn't get the right signals in return, and he never tried twice with the same girl.

His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a steady telephone number of holiday-makers well-chosen, the female form of course.

I could deal with that, it was the variety of berth I had been waiting for, but never expected to find, then in he walks, and offers it to me. My day suddenly felt very much better.

... ... ....

Three months later, and the jobs even better than I expected. microphone was a great guy to crop for, well, more with, really.

The bar really buzzed, especially in the evenings. entertainment six nights of the calendar week, Karaoke one night, Live singer for three, and microphone did a disco music the other two, and he was beneficial, the punters loved him.

But even more of import, I suppose because I was happy, the client loved me as well.

Along the way, I'd had some fun with two or three slap-up guy cable. All in all, it was turning out to be a peachy season.

This afternoon had been steady, not too busy, just a dainty pace. The latest arrivals were in. flight of stairs mostly Sundays and Th you see.

quartet were round the kitty table. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three girls. One of the girls was one of the ugliest girls I've ever seen, I almost felt sorry for her, but then again, she did appear well-chosen. Another was just nonde, not a lot for or against.

The last one was kind of fairly pretty, a lilliputian over-weight, but not too much. I don't know why, but it kind of registered that she was sexy rather than pretty. You know, the jumper just a little too wet and skirt a piddling too short-change. Yet, in a way, it was more than that.

Not sure what it was, but the guys noticed, of that there was no doubt.

I left the bar to collect some chalk. On my way back I heard one of the group comment that she'd never reach her gibe without a rest.

Now I love my secret plan of pool, so I turned to learn out the snapshot. The girl, the sexy one, was bent half a mile up the board trying to reach. She had one leg high in the air, her other foot, barely touching the ground.

What drew my eyes though, was that her short bird was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum impertinence on aspect. Thomas More than that was the G-string jammed tight up her crevice. As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the mesa, I actually saw her ass hole respective fourth dimension. I almost dropped the bloody chicken feed. piece of ass ! It did look sexy.

I saw the gay boy feed me a glance and a small knowing smiling, so I shot back behind my bar.

As I bent to dilute the dishwasher, I looked over the top of the counter. She was bending over the consortium table again, and although I was now a bit further away than before, once again the thong was really grabbing my attention.

With a bit of a start, I felt myself flush,"damn ! Ange, you're checking out a girls ass and knickers, What's the fuckin'subject with you ?"

The game finished and the display was over. They came and sat at the bar, asked about the entertainment, swimming pool hours and so on. Then with a cheery"See you later,"of they went.

... ... ....

We had a great evening, microphone totally rocked the bar, the bettor spent a chance, while we girls on the bar worked our asses off.

Sexy came up to the bar,"What sentence does the bar close, Ange ?"

"No special metre, when mike feels like it, but he shuts the doorway at one AM."

I could see that Sexy was three parts pissed, looking at my sort of cross-eyed, with her mammilla resting on the bar top."Did you like the appearance earlier ? Toby told me that you were taking a honorable look at my ass."

I was thrown, I hadn't expected that one."Your ass ? No, I was watching you take the shooter, it was a difficult one."I stammered.

"Yeah, alright, pull the early one. Anyway, I don't mind, you can watch out my ass any sentence you like. That's why I like my skirt short."She started to walk away. but then turned back,"What about my G-string Ange, nice or what a ?"Then she was gone, with an exaggerated wiggle.

"Shit"I felt my snatch tingle, I don't believe it ! I'm getting wet for a fuckin'girl, this can't be happening. But somehow it was. I thought that she was most in all likelihood only teasing.

A span of twenty-four hours later, another busy day, the pool nicely packed, ice ointment going a bomb, everyone having a trade good time, I was pleased, best move I'd ever made coming to form here.

Sexy walked in, I saw her right away, well, you would. Her bikini was almost non-existent. All straps and just three tiny patches. Two over her teat, the early trying to cover her pussy, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. fucking ! She looked good. I dragged my eyes away before she clocked me staring.

"Hi Ange, how about you make me a cocktail, whatever you recommend, I don't judgement,"but she looked at the lean of what we offered anyway."A ‘ Tits Up'sounds fun, would it suit me don't you think ?"She actually bounced her breast at me, I waited for the nipples to pop out, they didn't !

"approach right up, I'll bring it out for you, if you're going out by the consortium,"I offered.

"That's sugariness, thank you, Ange,"her eyes sparkling.

The cocktail made, I went out to ascertain her, it was well-to-do, just follow the guys'eyes and there she was. She took a sip,"Wow, that's gorgeous, I love it, thanks again, Ange, by the way, I'm calling you Ange but I haven't told you my figure yet, have I ?"

"It's Trish,"I said,"I heard your chum call you by it."

She looked up at me,"Checking me out again Ange, no sorry, I'm only joking, but hey, while you're here, could I ask you to put a piddling lotion on my spine for me ?"She held a tube out to me.

I squirted some onto my hands, then spread it over her back, at her shoulders, I paused a mo. The quiver was back, more intense this time.

"What's up Ange, you okay ?"Trish asked, looking around at me and grinned.

I felt my face redden as I passed her thermionic tube back.

"That did find Nice, give thanks you,"she said,"I was going to ask you to do the back of my legs, but probably not with all these people about, anyway I know you're far too fussy to be wasting your clock time on me."

I had to go to the loo, I needed to wipe my pants, I could feel that they were probably about to start leaking, I was so wet. I dropped my jean and lowered my knickers, they weren't just wet, they were fuckin'soaked. I gave them a trade good rub with the can paper, then took some more to wipe my pussy.

The first base thing I felt was my clit sticking out, and when I looked, it was standing gallant, like on safety device over my pickle. I realised this bloody girl had got me going, I needed to go and come up a skilful looking boy for a decent fuck. That would sort me out !

Some of microphone's Spanish Quaker were in that evening. They were a enceinte bunch. One of the guy cable, Jose, was a Spanish serious music dance student, all the arm waving and stamping feet, he was terrific, his girlfriend also did a mean Sevilliana.

At one o'clock, Mike had turned nearly of the light source down and closed the room access. Just the Spanish, a couple of other regulars and Trish with one of her pals.

Jose asked if we could go in the pool for a late dip. Mike did allow this sometimes, but only as long as there was no noise.

So, there we all were clothes off, stripped down to underwear and in the pool. We had a bit of lark about, all right fun. I became mindful that Trish just seemed to stir me now and then, a brush against me, or a hand on my arm, accidentally or not ? I wondered, but it was quite often. Was she flirting with me ?

I stopped in a corner to choose a breather. Trish's head popped up out of the piss in strawman of me, her breasts just touching my own,"Hi Ange, this is fun,"she gave me a quick kiss and was gone again.

My back talk burned and I was shocked, I even felt obstruct, I'd never been kissed by a miss before. I climbed the footprint from the pool and went to find a towel. I was drying my hair when a hand landed on my shoulder, instinctively, I knew it would be Trish.

"I'm regretful Ange, did that trouble you ?"

I turned around, I meant to tell her that yes it did bother me, but before I could, she leaned forward and kissed me again, only a abbreviated kiss before she pulled back, looking into my oculus.

I froze, my mentation in a turmoil, this little girl was becoming a bloody nuisance. I raised my hand, meaning to crowd her away, but before I could she had grabbed grip of them and jammed them to the bra covering her tits.

I looked down at them, horrified for a second, but as she massaged her titty with my hand, I could sense a thrill surge through me."Trish, what the fuck are you doing ?"I gasped out.

"Ange, it's time you woke up, accept it to yourself, you know you've been getting hot for me since you first saw me, I've watched you and it was so kick to see."She paused a minute or two, then,"I'm going to tell you something, I've never been with a lady friend before, I just love turning the guy rope on when I flash my ass, but I found myself feeling so turned on when I knew you couldn't celebrate your centre off of me. You haven't been with a girl either, have you ?"

I just rock my question, I couldn't speak.

She moved closer, took my hands from her tits and shifted them to her ass,"Ange, I know you love my ass, why don't you feel it."My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, I felt them grip her cheeks and squeeze. Fuck ! They felt nice.

Her tits pressed into mine, her brim came up, and again she kissed me, I could feel her tongue just tracing along my lips, then she pushed, my mouth opened and her tongue dived inside. I was lost, my consistence reacted, I was on attack. A flavour of lust gripped me, as I fiercely pulled her to me.

She groaned as her weapon went around me. Her paw did the same as mine, as I slipped mine inside of her knickers to fondle the bare peel of her ass.

I felt her fingers pushing down the scissure between my cheeks until a finger found my little ass hole and she pressed at it.

I pulled my head back from her,"I only live upstairs, you going to wait for me while we clear up ?"

"Ange, I'm gon na fuckin'assistant you clear up if it gets us upstairs quicker."

One to a greater extent linger kiss, and then we dressed.

... ... ....

After the clearing up was done I locked up, and grabbed a halfway decent bottle of wine, putting it on my tab.

Trish took my hand as we climbed the out-of-door stairs to the upper landing, her other deal caressed my ass, as I struggled with the key, I didn't usually have this problem but my hands were shaking badly.

I had calmed down a little from my earlier flavor of passion and was now beginning to have doubts. Here I was, about to have sex with a girl, did I truly want that ? Or had I just got carried away in the passion of the consequence ?

Inside, at last, I fetched two glasses and poured the wine.

I looked at her as I sipped. God ! She was sexy, that I knew. She was sat with her short-circuit skirt, ridden up quite richly, her legs were superb, and when she flopped back in the professorship, I could almost see all the way between her thigh. I couldn't take my optic off until she spoke.

"Ange, you're staring."She spread her knees a petty wider,"Is that all you're going to do ? Sit there staring at my pussy, or wouldn't you like to stir it ?"

She stood up and began to strip, never taking her oculus off me. Seductively, she slowly raised her top, angling it, to uncover only one bare chest. When she had dressed, she had taken her bra off. Her breast was bigger than mine, by quite a hanker way. Then she continued up until both breasts were revealed.

Oh wow ! I thought they are divine, and the mamilla, perky and erect, I knew I wanted to feel them.

The top discarded, she unfastened her annulus, a little wiggle of her coxa, then down it fell. Fuck ! No knee breeches either ! My centre shot to her pussy, no hairsbreadth at all, just a longsighted, closed slit.

She stood still for a second, letting me gaze at her body, then she did a slow twirl around, her ass I had seen before when she had the micro bikini on, but now completely naked, it was the tally package, and waiting for me."Well, do you like what you see ?"

I stood on shaky legs and walked towards her, my doubt had evaporated, I just wanted to pertain and sense this body being offered to me.

Now only inches away, she put her hands to my top, and taking cargo hold of the hem, she pulled it up and over my pass. She went straight to unfasten my bra clipping, then she eased the strap down my implements of war, she paused as it caught on my pap.

She leaned in and kissed the tops of my tits, tracing her knife across the flesh. Her mouth pushed my bra well-defined and her back talk found a nipple. beginning she bit, then pulled with her teeth, before kissing it tenderly. A groan escaped my lips, as my hands clutched her forefront and pulled her hard to me.

I felt her hands at the shank of my jeans, the button undone, and then the zipper lowering. Her hand went directly inside, to cup my crotch. Her fingers traced my snatch through the textile, then pressed into me. I could feel my pussy prickling, as my body responded to her touch. I groaned again, louder, this time.

"You're very wet down here, you know."She said to me.

Then she was pushing my jeans and knickers down together. She bent down to ease my ankles free, then stayed where she was, peering between my legs."The first one I've ever seen, Ange, it's so beautiful."

Her brain came forward, her lips kissing my prominent pussy lips. Her men gripped my ass and she wiggled her psyche, her lips mashing hard. She pushed her spit out, easing my lips apart until she slid it around inside, exploring me. Upwards she licked before a jolt hit me, her lingua teased at my clit.

Again, I clutched her headspring,"Fuck Trish, that feels good."I saw her eyes look up at me, then the warmth of her lip encased me, and she sucked, her centre still glued to mine.

Her tongue teased, the superstar were the most intense I had ever experienced. I felt my legs shaking, then her manus were sliding up them. not to steady me, because they continued up, one going between my thighs to seize my ass, the early to explore at my pussy. finger's breadth pushed into me, sliding trench, to commence wanking in and out.

I was going to Shangri-la, my body reacting to her touch, the feelings surging through me.

Still, her eyes were locked on mine. Her pass came away from me for a second,"Cum for me, Ange, I so want to make you cum."Her words were the catalyst, I ground my pussy to her fount, trying to ride my clit into her mouth.

My soundbox shivered, then I was leaning over her as the flood tide ripped through me. The longest climax I'd ever known shook me, I thought I would fall but somehow she held me until I began to come down from my high.

Tears filled my eyes, I was bloody crying ! A hand tapped my rachis, bringing me back to realism. Looking down, I realised I still had her head clasped toilsome to my pussy.

She took a deep breath as she stood, then she raised her mitt to my lips, pushing a finger in between,"taste perception,"she said,"it's you and it's gorgeous."

I pulled her to me until our lips met, and we kissed a farsighted and passionate kiss.

"Ange, please take me to bed."

I needed a spry slurp of wine first, I was still in recovery modality. Now Trish wouldn't leave my side, playing with my teat, even as I drank. I took her offered mitt,"Come on devotee, let's go and play some more."I said to her.

She sat on the bed, I pushed her to lay on her back, legs dangling over the position, then I crawled on top of her, my oral fissure aiming for those beautiful bombastic pap of hers. No messing about, I jammed my second joint down on her kitty, as my lips found a nipple.

Having now come to terms with the billet, I was feeling Sir Thomas More my usual self, that is, in dominance. It's more my style.

Her nipple was squiffy, jutting between my mouth, I revelled in my sucking at it. God ! How come I'd missed this all these years.

I could hear her moaning softly, her eyes closed. She had one paw holding my promontory, the other gripping the pillow by her shoulder.

I felt her rose hip pushing up to my pressing thigh, I could feel the wet coming from her as she ground her pussy against my leg."Ange, eat me for piece of ass's sake !"

I didn't muckle about, no lead of osculation, I simply dived down to her. I had to taste my first pussy, I needed to see inside that narrow slit of hers. I gave her prick a quick kiss, then with my finger's breadth I eased the slit open, she did have lips in there, they were hidden until you opened her. I feasted my eyes, then,"Ange !"

My spit darted out and I sunk it down in between the lips."Yes, oh yes, fuck that's skillful, Ange."

I licked at her maw, and as I pulled it broad her legs lifted to lie on my shoulders, now I could see deep inside, every point, where her pee came from, but most of all, her little button just showing under its punk. I moved my clapper until I could loosen at the small button and was rewarded as it began to appear. I kept on teasing, sometimes licking, then sucking at it, all the time I could experience her arousal increasing.

I pushed my fingers between her labia, first two and then I added a third, it was pie-eyed inside there but her wetness eased the way. Her hips lifted to meet them, urging me ever deeper.

"Fuck me, Ange, fuck my pussy hard please."

I plunged in and out as degenerate as I could, my mouth still working at her clit. Between gasp, I could hear her mumbling although I had no estimate what she said.

My spare hand found her ass pickle, I let a finger's breadth circle and press, it was wet from the juices running from her pussy, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her gob Menachem Begin to open to me. Then with a final push, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.

She wailed,"tinker's damn ! When my finger, twisted in her, and then it was as deep as I could reach.

She was now bucking her hips fast to meet the thrust of my hand, I was finding it hard to celebrate mouth to her clit, as well as my lips taking a pounding from the hard ridge of her mound.

Loudly she shouted,"I'm going to cum, oh fuck, I am cumming Ange, fuck, fuck fucking hell !"

I looked up to see her face, but get-go I saw her boob bouncing furiously, then her grimace screwed slopped. She yanked at my haircloth as her organic structure convulsed over and over until finally, she flopped back with a groan.

I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass, then moved up beside her. She rolled onto her side and I drew her into my blazon, with her head nestled into my neck. When I pulled her tight, I could experience minuscule tremors shaking her consistency, she was gasping for hint. I whispered a whole payload of nix in particular to her, as she nuzzled and kissed my neck.

Eventually, she looked up,"You know its taken us five days to get up here, why the fuck did we waste so much time ? That was the expert, Angie. Can I phone you Angie ? I like it better."

Her fingers were tracing little circles around my pussy as she spoke. The chill was back !

"Trish, how would you like it if we nipped into townspeople tomorrow ? I know where the sex workshop is, I'm sure that they will take some dainty plaything we could try. I've passed it a few times but been too shy to go in on my own, but together it would be nice, what do you cerebrate ?"

"What a outstanding thought, maybe we could one of those strap-on thingies, then you could fuck me properly."She sort of trailed off,"I didn't mean that didn't just now, you fucked me good. Oh dickhead ! You know what I mean."

I laughed and cuddled her tighter.

Life just keeps getting better.

The end .