I had worked in several different bars in my first two year in Espana. The pay wasn't anything to write home base about but the perks were what made the job Worth doing.

Of course, there was the common sun and sea and that was great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free booze, complimentary meals but above all, the constant quantity catamenia of holidaying guys. hombre with money to spend, take me out for a good metre and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might run to.

All in all, life was pretty damn good.

My present bar was O.K., but I knew that the possessor was taking advantage of how good I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to so-called ‘ bar manager'and he did pay me a bit more, but shit ! I had to ferment my ass off, the bastard was never there, just left it all to me, most of the other stave, well, to be honest, they were worse than useless. Yes, they could pull a beer okay and grinning nicely while they did it, but psyche ? No.

Today I really was feeling down in the wasteyard. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his figure was microphone, he owned a bar a niggling way out of town. A big bar with a restaurant, swimming kitty, the whole caboodle, I'd seen him here a span of prison term with my boss.

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

I told him I was dandy, even if I didn't actually finger it. Well you have to, it was use, but I don't think my face agreed with my words.

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

Unusual query, I thought,"I'm a bit pissed off if you must know, haven't seen Michael Assat for two days, must think I'm stupid or something."Shit ! Maybe I shouldn't have said that, silly kick."Don't nous me, probably had a few too many net night.

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

Armed with two beers, I joined him outside.

He didn't peck about, came right out with it."How would you like to come and study at my berth Ange ( my nickname ), as my bar manager, with better pay than whatever you get here ?"

I knew that mike had one hell of a reputation. Yes, he was married but to a right moody mare from what I heard. He must have been in his late forties maybe even early 1950s, but he was in pretty good frame none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked hard, but above all, he was fair with his staff, paid them well, good 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 Lapplander girl.

His repute referred mainly to his keeping a firm bit of holiday-makers happy, the female kind of course.

I could deal with that, it was the sort of place I had been waiting for, but never expected to chance, then in he walks, and offers it to me. My day suddenly felt practically better.

... ... ....

Three months later, and the jobs even upright than I expected. microphone was a heavy guy to work for, well, more with, really.

The bar really buzzed, especially in the evening. Entertainment six nights of the workweek, Karaoke one night, Live singers for three, and Mike did a disco the other two, and he was good, the punter loved him.

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

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

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

quartet were round the pocket billiards table. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three girls. One of the miss was one of the unworthy girls I've ever seen, I almost felt sorry for her, but then again, she did seem happy. Another was just nonde, not a lot for or against.

The terminal one was variety of fairly pretty, a lilliputian over-weight, but not too much. I don't know why, but it sort of registered that she was sexy rather than pretty. You know, the jumper just a picayune too tight and skirt a little too short circuit. Yet, in a way, it was more than that.

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

I left the bar to collect some glasses. On my way back I heard one of the radical commentary that she'd never reach her dig without a rest.

Now I love my game of pool, so I turned to check out the shot. The girl, the sexy one, was bent half a stat mi up the table trying to contact. She had one leg high in the air, her early foot, barely touching the ground.

What drew my optic though, was that her short skirt was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum impertinence on view. to a greater extent 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 several prison term. I almost dropped the bloody glasses. Fuck ! It did await sexy.

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

As I bent to dilute the dishwashing machine, I looked over the top of the comeback. She was bending over the pond tabular array again, and although I was now a bit further away than before, once again the lash was really grabbing my attention.

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

The game finished and the show 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 eve, Mike totally rocked the bar, the better spent a portion, while we girls on the bar worked our asses off.

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

"No special time, when microphone feels like it, but he shuts the door at one AM."

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

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

"Yeah, alright, pull the other one. Anyway, I don't mind, you can check out my ass any time you like. That's why I like my dame 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 amplify wiggle.

"diddley"I felt my pussy shiver, I don't believe it ! I'm getting wet for a fuckin'lady friend, this can't be happening. But somehow it was. I thought that she was most probable only teasing.

A couple of days later, another engaged day, the pool nicely packed, ice emollient going a dud, everyone having a good time, I was pleased, easily motility I'd ever made coming to process here.

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

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

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

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

The cocktail made, I went out to discover her, it was easy, just follow the hombre'center 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 epithet yet, have I ?"

"It's Trish,"I said,"I heard your pals 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 little lotion on my dorsum for me ?"She held a tube out to me.

I squirted some onto my men, then spread it over her back, at her articulatio humeri, I paused a second. The prickling 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 tube back.

"That did feel 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 citizenry about, anyway I know you're far too busy to be wasting your time on me."

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

The foremost thing I felt was my button sticking out, and when I looked, it was standing proud, like on sentry duty over my maw. I realised this damn girl had got me going, I needed to go and recover a good looking boy for a in good order roll in the hay. That would sort me out !

Some of microphone's Spanish people Quaker were in that evening. They were a great crowd. One of the guy rope, Jose, was a Spanish Classical saltation student, all the arm waving and stamping feet, he was fantastic, his girlfriend also did a mean value Sevilliana.

At one o'clock, Mike had turned most of the igniter down and closed the doors. Just the Spanish people, a couple of former regulars and Trish with one of her pals.

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

So, there we all were wearing apparel off, stripped down to underwear and in the kitty. We had a bit of lark about, all in force fun. I became cognisant that Trish just seemed to tinct 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 recession to choose a breather. Trish's head popped up out of the body of water in front of me, her breasts just touching my own,"Hi Ange, this is fun,"she gave me a flying kiss and was gone again.

My lips burned and I was shocked, I even felt stymie, I'd never been kissed by a girl before. I climbed the footfall from the pocket billiards 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 sorry Ange, did that botheration you ?"

I turned around, I meant to assure her that yes it did bother me, but before I could, she leaned forward and kissed me again, only a legal brief candy kiss before she pulled back, looking into my eyes.

I froze, my thoughts in a convulsion, this female child was becoming a damn pain in the neck. I raised my hand, meaning to push her away, but before I could she had grabbed hold of them and jammed them to the bra covering her tits.

I looked down at them, horrified for a moment, but as she massaged her tits with my men, I could feel a thrill upsurge through me."Trish, what the nookie are you doing ?"I gasped out.

"Ange, it's time you woke up, admit 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 plain to see."She paused a second gear or two, then,"I'm going to assure you something, I've never been with a girl before, I just sleep with turning the guys on when I flash my ass, but I found myself feeling so turned on when I knew you couldn't maintain your middle off of me. You haven't been with a little girl either, have you ?"

I just shook my head, I couldn't speak.

She moved closer, took my hands from her titty and shifted them to her ass,"Ange, I know you love my ass, why don't you feel it."My fingers seemed to let a head of their own, I felt them transfix her brass and credit crunch. Fuck ! They felt nice.

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

She groaned as her arms went around me. Her bridge player did the same as mine, as I slipped mine interior of her knickers to fondle the bare hide of her ass.

I felt her fingers pushing down the crack between my face until a finger found my piffling ass gob 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'supporter you clear up if it gets us upstairs quicker."

One to a greater extent lingering osculation, and then we dressed.

... ... ....

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

Trish took my manus as we climbed the outdoors stairs to the upper berth landing, her other hand caressed my ass, as I struggled with the key, I didn't usually have this trouble but my hands were shaking badly.

I had calmed down a minuscule from my before feelings 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 heat of the minute ?

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

I looked at her as I sipped. God ! She was aphrodisiacal, that I knew. She was sat with her shortly skirt, ridden up quite gamy, her leg were brilliant, and when she flopped back in the hot seat, I could almost see all the way between her second joint. I couldn't take my heart off until she spoke.

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

She stood up and began to strip, never taking her eyes off me. Seductively, she slowly raised her top, angling it, to bring out only one bare white meat. When she had dressed, she had taken her bra off. Her breast was larger than mine, by quite a long way. Then she continued up until both breast were revealed.

Oh wow ! I thought they are godlike, and the mammilla, perky and erect, I knew I wanted to experience them.

The top discarded, she unfastened her skirt, a small wriggle of her hip, then down it fell. Fuck ! No knickers either ! My optic blastoff to her pussy, no haircloth at all, just a long, closed slit.

She stood still for a moment, letting me regard at her body, then she did a deadening twist around, her ass I had seen before when she had the micro bikini on, but now completely naked, it was the total package, and waiting for me."Well, do you wish what you see ?"

I stood on shaky wooden leg and walked towards her, my doubts had evaporated, I just wanted to refer and feel this body being offered to me.

Now only inches away, she put her hands to my top, and taking clench of the hem, she pulled it up and over my head. She went straight to unfasten my bra cartridge holder, then she eased the straps down my implements of war, she paused as it caught on my tit.

She leaned in and kissed the tops of my pap, tracing her clapper across the physique. Her mouth pushed my bra gain and her lips found a mammilla. beginning she bit, then pulled with her teeth, before kissing it tenderly. A groan escaped my sassing, as my hands clutched her head and pulled her strong to me.

I felt her helping hand at the waistline of my denim, the release undone, and then the zipper lowering. Her hand went directly inside, to cup my crotch. Her finger traced my pussy through the fabric, then pressed into me. I could feel my slit tingling, 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 drawers down together. She bent down to ease my articulatio talocruralis free, then stayed where she was, peering between my legs."The first one I've ever seen, Ange, it's so beautiful."

Her head came forward, her lips kissing my spectacular pussy brim. Her mitt gripped my ass and she wiggled her read/write head, her backtalk mashing hard. She pushed her tongue out, easing my mouth apart until she slid it around inside, exploring me. Upwards she licked before a jar hit me, her tongue teased at my clit.

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

Her knife teased, the sensations were the most acute I had ever experienced. I felt my legs shaking, then her hands were sliding up them. not to steady me, because they continued up, one going between my thighs to catch my ass, the other to explore at my cunt. Fingers pushed into me, sliding bass, to start wanking in and out.

I was going to Heaven, my consistency reacting to her touch, the flavour surging through me.

Still, her eye were locked on mine. Her brain came away from me for a 2d,"Cum for me, Ange, I so want to make you cum."Her tidings were the accelerator, I ground my twat to her face, trying to drive my clit into her mouth.

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

bout filled my heart, I was bloody crying ! A mitt tapped my back, bringing me back to reality. Looking down, I realised I still had her head clasped difficult to my pussy.

She took a inscrutable breath as she stood, then she raised her hand to my lips, pushing a finger in between,"Taste,"she said,"it's you and it's gorgeous."

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

"Ange, please hold me to bed."

I needed a agile slurp of wine first, I was still in recovery mode. Now Trish wouldn't leave my side, playing with my knocker, even as I drank. I took her offered mitt,"Come on lover, 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 side, then I crawled on top of her, my mouth aiming for those beautiful large boob of hers. No messing about, I jammed my thigh down on her snatch, as my back talk found a nipple.

Having now come to condition with the situation, I was feeling more my usual self, that is, in control. It's more my style.

Her teat was unbendable, jutting between my lips, I revelled in my sucking at it. God ! How fare I'd missed this all these years.

I could listen her moaning softly, her eye closed. She had one hand holding my nous, the other gripping the pillow by her shoulder.

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

I didn't batch about, no trail of kisses, I simply dived down to her. I had to taste my first kitty, I needed to see inside that narrow twat of hers. I gave her slit a straightaway buss, then with my fingerbreadth I eased the scratch loose, she did have sassing in there, they were hidden until you opened her. I feasted my heart, then,"Ange !"

My glossa darted out and I sunk it down in between the back talk."Yes, oh yes, fuck that's dear, Ange."

I licked at her hole, and as I pulled it wide her branch lifted to rest on my shoulder joint, now I could see trench inside, every item, where her pee came from, but near of all, her little clitoris just showing under its goon. I moved my knife until I could bait at the minor button and was rewarded as it began to appear. I kept on teasing, sometimes licking, then sucking at it, all the time I could palpate her arousal increasing.

I pushed my digit between her labia, first two and then I added a third, it was tight inside there but her wetness eased the way. Her articulatio coxae lifted to meet them, urging me ever deeper.

"piece of tail me, Ange, fuck my slit hard please."

I plunged in and out as truehearted as I could, my oral cavity still working at her button. Between gasps, I could hear her mumbling although I had no idea what she said.

My give up deal found her ass trap, I let a finger roundabout and press, it was wet from the juices running from her cunt, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her golf hole Menachem Begin to open to me. Then with a net push, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.

She wailed,"dickhead ! When my finger, twisted in her, and then it was as cryptic as I could reach.

She was now bucking her hips fast to converge the thrust of my hand, I was finding it surd to preserve backtalk to her clit, as well as my brim taking a hammering from the hard rooftree of her mound.

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

I looked up to see her face, but first I saw her tits bouncing furiously, then her face screwed tight. She yanked at my hair as her body 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 arms, with her capitulum nestled into my neck. When I pulled her tight, I could feel small-scale tremors shaking her body, she was gasping for breath. I whispered a altogether load of zero in detail to her, as she nuzzled and kissed my neck.

Eventually, she looked up,"You know its taken us five day to get up here, why the shtup did we knock off so a great deal time ? That was the best, Angie. Can I anticipate you Angie ? I like it better."

Her finger's breadth were tracing little circles around my pussy as she spoke. The frisson was back !

"Trish, how would you like it if we nipped into town tomorrow ? I know where the sex workshop is, I'm sure that they will get some squeamish toy dog we could try. I've passed it a few clip but been too shy to go in on my own, but together it would be nice, what do you think ?"

"What a great idea, 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 diddly-squat ! You know what I mean."

I laughed and cuddled her tighter.

Life just keeps getting better.

The end .