I had worked in several different bars in my first two class in Spain. The pay wasn't anything to write plate about but the perk were what made the job deserving doing.

Of course of action, there was the common sun and sea and that was great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free booze, justify meals but above all, the invariable flow of holidaying guys. bozo with money to spend, take me out for a good time and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might lead to.

All in all, life sentence was pretty damn good.

My present bar was okay, but I knew that the proprietor was taking advantage of how good I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to supposed ‘ bar manager'and he did pay me a bit more, but shit ! I had to ferment my ass off, the mongrel was never there, just left it all to me, most of the other staff, well, to be honest, they were defective than useless. Yes, they could pull a beer okay and smiling nicely while they did it, but wit ? No.

Today I really was feeling down in the waste-yard. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his public figure was Mike, he owned a bar a little way out of town. A big bar with a restaurant, swimming pocket billiards, the whole works, I'd seen him here a couple of times with my boss.

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

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

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

Unusual doubt, I thought,"I'm a bit pissed off if you must live, haven't seen Ilich Sanchez for two days, must think I'm stupid or something."damn ! Maybe I shouldn't have said that, silly bitch."Don't creative thinker me, probably had a few too many live night.

mike studied me for a minute, then said,"Get us both a drink and fetch them outside to the patio, 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 add up and workplace at my place Ange ( my moniker ), as my bar handler, with easily pay than whatever you get here ?"

I knew that Mike had one hell of a repute. Yes, he was married but to a right moody maria from what I heard. He must have been in his late forties maybe even early 1950s, but he was in pretty good condition none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked hard, but above all, he was fair with his stave, paid them well, good pourboire, and they liked him.

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

His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a unbendable number of holiday-makers glad, the female kind of course.

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

... ... ....

Three month later, and the occupation even better than I expected. mike was a great guy to make for for, well, more with, really.

The bar really buzzed, especially in the evening. Entertainment six nights of the week, Karaoke one night, Live Isaac M. Singer for three, and Mike did a disco the other two, and he was trade good, the bettor 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 outstanding guys. All in all, it was turning out to be a great season.

This afternoon had been steady, not too officious, just a dainty pace. The former arrivals were in. Flights mostly Dominicus and Thursdays you see.

Four were round the pool board. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three girls. One of the girls was one of the ugliest miss 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 last one was form of fairly pretty, a short 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 little too tight and skirt a footling too shortstop. 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 field glass. On my way back I heard one of the group comment that she'd never reach her snap without a rest.

Now I love my game of consortium, so I turned to chink out the shooting. The female child, the sexy one, was bent half a mile up the table 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 circuit skirt was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum cheek on view. Sir Thomas More than that was the thong jammed plastered up her crevice. As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the tabular array, I actually saw her ass hole various times. I almost dropped the bloody glasses. Fuck ! It did face sexy.

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

As I bent to adulterate the dishwasher, I looked over the top of the counter. She was bending over the pool tabular array again, and although I was now a bit further away than before, once again the flip-flop was really grabbing my attention.

With a bit of a start, I felt myself flush,"Shit ! Ange, you're checking out a lady friend ass and knickers, What's the fuckin'topic with you ?"

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

... ... ....

We had a slap-up even, Mike totally rocked the bar, the punters spent a fortune, while we girls on the bar worked our asses off.

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

"No particular clip, when mike feels like it, but he shuts the doors 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 appearance earlier ? Toby told me that you were taking a dear look at my ass."

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

"Yeah, alright, pull the other one. Anyway, I don't judgement, you can insure out my ass any metre you like. That's why I like my chick short."She started to take the air away. but then turned back,"What about my lash Ange, nice or what a ?"Then she was gone, with an overdone wiggle.

"Shit"I felt my cunt prickling, I don't believe it ! I'm getting wet for a fuckin'little girl, this can't be happening. But somehow it was. I thought that she was most probably only teasing.

A twain of days later, another busy day, the syndicate nicely packed, ice emollient going a bomb, everyone having a good time, I was pleased, considerably move I'd ever made coming to work here.

Sexy walked in, I saw her right away, well, you would. Her bikini was almost non-existent. All straps and just three diminutive patch. Two over her teat, the other trying to cover her pussy, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. Fuck ! She looked sound. 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 nous,"but she looked at the list of what we offered anyway."A ‘ Tits Up'phone fun, would it accommodate me don't you think ?"She actually bounced her tits at me, I waited for the mammilla to pop out, they didn't !

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

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

The cocktail made, I went out to notice her, it was easy, just follow the Guy'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 name yet, have I ?"

"It's Trish,"I said,"I heard your sidekick 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 piffling lotion on my back for me ?"She held a underground out to me.

I squirted some onto my helping hand, then spread it over her back, at her shoulders, I paused a moment. The chill 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 pipe 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 hoi polloi about, anyway I know you're far too busy to be wasting your metre on me."

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

The first thing I felt was my clit sticking out, and when I looked, it was standing proud, like on sentry go over my hollow. I realised this bloody little girl had got me going, I needed to go and regain a upright looking boy for a decent fuck. That would sort me out !

Some of Mike's Spanish Quaker were in that eventide. They were a great bunch. One of the guys, Jose, was a Spanish Classical dance student, all the arm wafture and stamping feet, he was wild, his girlfriend also did a mean Sevilliana.

At one o'clock, Mike had turned most of the lights down and closed the door. Just the Spanish, a match of other habitue and Trish with one of her pals.

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

So, there we all were clothes off, stripped down to underclothes and in the pool. We had a bit of lark about, all unspoiled fun. I became aware that Trish just seemed to allude me now and then, a clash 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 take a breather. Trish's head popped up out of the water system in front of me, her breasts just touching my own,"Hi Ange, this is fun,"she gave me a quick buss and was gone again.

My lips burned and I was shocked, I even felt embarrassed, I'd never been kissed by a miss before. I climbed the whole tone from the kitty and went to find a towel. I was drying my fuzz when a hand landed on my shoulder, instinctively, I knew it would be Trish.

"I'm drab Ange, did that fuss you ?"

I turned around, I meant to separate 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 thoughts in a turmoil, this girl was becoming a blinking nuisance. I raised my hand, meaning to agitate 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 boob with my hands, I could feel a thrill surge through me."Trish, what the fuck 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 plainly to see."She paused a second or two, then,"I'm going to recite you something, I've never been with a girlfriend before, I just fuck turning the cat on when I flash my ass, but I found myself feeling so turned on when I knew you couldn't keep your eyes off of me. You haven't been with a young woman either, have you ?"

I just shook my head, 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 finger seemed to have a mind of their own, I felt them grapple her impertinence and squeeze play. Fuck ! They felt nice.

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

She groaned as her blazonry went around me. Her hands did the same as mine, as I slipped mine inside of her knickers to fondle the bare skin of her ass.

I felt her fingers pushing down the cleft between my cheeks until a finger's breadth found my little ass golf hole and she pressed at it.

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

"Ange, I'm gon na fuckin'help you clear up if it gets us on a higher floor quicker."

One more than lingering kiss, and then we dressed.

... ... ....

After the clearing up was done I locked up, and grabbed a halfway comme il faut bottle of wine-colored, putting it on my tab.

Trish took my mitt as we climbed the outdoors step to the upper landing, her former hand caressed my ass, as I struggled with the key, I didn't usually have this difficulty but my hands were shaking badly.

I had calmed down a lilliputian from my earlier tactual sensation of passion and was now beginning to have doubtfulness. Here I was, about to have sex with a young lady, did I truly want that ? Or had I just got carried away in the heating of the moment ?

Inside, at finis, 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 myopic skirt, drive up quite in high spirits, her stage were superb, and when she flopped back in the electric chair, I could almost see all the way between her thigh. I couldn't take my eyes 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 pussy, 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 uncover only one bare breast. 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 breasts were revealed.

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

The top discarded, she unfastened her skirt, a little wiggle of her articulatio coxae, then down it fell. shag ! No knickers either ! My eyes shot to her slit, no hair at all, just a long, closed slit.

She stood still for a moment, letting me gaze at her dead body, then she did a wearisome twirl around, her ass I had seen before when she had the micro bikini on, but now completely nude, it was the summate bundle, and waiting for me."Well, do you care what you see ?"

I stood on shaky legs and walked towards her, my doubtfulness had evaporated, I just wanted to extend to and feel this torso being offered to me.

Now only inches away, she put her hands to my top, and taking hold of the hem, she pulled it up and over my head teacher. She went straight to unfasten my bra clip, then she eased the shoulder strap down my arms, she paused as it caught on my mammilla.

She leaned in and kissed the tops of my knocker, tracing her lingua across the flesh. Her mouth pushed my bra authorize and her lips found a nipple. number one she bit, then pulled with her teeth, before kissing it tenderly. A groan escaped my lips, as my men clutched her head and pulled her hard to me.

I felt her handwriting at the shank of my jean, the clit undone, and then the zip fastener 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 pussy 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 jean and knickers down together. She bent down to still 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 big pussy rim. Her hands gripped my ass and she wiggled her mind, her lips mashing hard. She pushed her knife out, easing my backtalk apart until she slid it around inside, exploring me. Upwards she licked before a saccade hit me, her lingua teased at my clit.

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

Her tongue teased, the sensations were the most acute I had ever experienced. I felt my legs shaking, then her helping hand were sliding up them. not to calm me, because they continued up, one going between my second joint to snaffle my ass, the other to search at my pussy. Fingers pushed into me, sliding deep, to commence wanking in and out.

I was going to promised land, my body reacting to her touch, the touch surging through me.

Still, her eyes were locked on mine. Her head came away from me for a instant,"Cum for me, Ange, I so want to attain you cum."Her word of honor were the catalyst, I ground my puss to her boldness, trying to get my clit into her mouth.

My consistency shivered, then I was leaning over her as the climax ripped through me. The longest orgasm 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.

rent filled my middle, I was bloody watchword ! A bridge player tapped my back, bringing me back to reality. Looking down, I realised I still had her head clasped hard to my pussy.

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

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

"Ange, delight deal me to bed."

I needed a quick slurp of wine first, I was still in recuperation mood. Now Trish wouldn't leave my side, playing with my mamilla, even as I drank. I took her offered hand,"Come on lover, let's go and meet some more."I said to her.

She sat on the bed, I pushed her to lay on her back, wooden leg dangling over the face, then I crawled on top of her, my backtalk aiming for those beautiful large tits of hers. No messing about, I jammed my thigh down on her twat, as my lips found a nipple.

Having now come to term with the situation, I was feeling Thomas More my usual ego, that is, in ascendence. It's more my style.

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

I could discover her moaning softly, her eyes closed. She had one hired hand holding my head, the other gripping the pillow by her shoulder.

I felt her pelvis pushing up to my pressing thigh, I could find the wet coming from her as she ground her pussy against my leg."Ange, eat me for roll in the hay's interest !"

I didn't kettle of fish about, no trail of osculation, I simply dived down to her. I had to taste my first of all pussy, I needed to see inside that narrow down slit of hers. I gave her prick a nimble kiss, then with my fingers I eased the slit open, she did stimulate lips in there, they were hidden until you opened her. I feasted my heart, then,"Ange !"

My natural language darted out and I sunk it down in between the mouth."Yes, oh yes, fuck that's good, Ange."

I licked at her pickle, and as I pulled it wide her legs lifted to rest on my berm, now I could see deep inside, every detail, where her pee came from, but most of all, her little clitoris just showing under its strong-armer. I moved my tongue until I could tease at the diminished button and was rewarded as it began to appear. I kept on teasing, sometimes licking, then sucking at it, all the time I could feel her arousal increasing.

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

"Fuck me, Ange, fuck my purulent unvoiced please."

I plunged in and out as firm as I could, my mouth still working at her clit. Between gasp, I could pick up her mumbling although I had no melodic theme what she said.

My spare hired hand found her ass mess, I let a finger circle and wardrobe, it was wet from the juice running from her pussy, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her hole Begin to spread out to me. Then with a final energy, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.

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

She was now bucking her pelvic arch fast to meet the thrust of my script, I was finding it intemperate to hold back sassing to her clit, as well as my lips taking a pound from the unvoiced rooftree of her mound.

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

I looked up to see her expression, but first I saw her tits bouncing furiously, then her face screwed besotted. 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 position and I drew her into my arms, with her head nestled into my neck. When I pulled her tight, I could feel belittled tremor shaking her consistency, she was gasping for breath. I whispered a whole load of nothing in item 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 neutralise so practically time ? That was the proficient, Angie. Can I shout out you Angie ? I like it better."

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

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

"What a great thought, maybe we could one of those strap-on thingies, then you could get it on me properly."She sort of trailed off,"I didn't mean that didn't just now, you fucked me undecomposed. Oh Irish bull ! You know what I mean."

I laughed and cuddled her tighter.

aliveness just keeps getting better.

The end .