I had worked in various dissimilar saloon in my first two years in Spain. The pay wasn't anything to write house about but the perk were what made the job worth doing.

Of course, there was the usual sun and sea and that was great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free strong drink, free repast but above all, the constant menstruation of holidaying guys. Guys with money to spend, ingest me out for a good clock time and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might head to.

All in all, biography was pretty damn good.

My present bar was okay, but I knew that the possessor was taking vantage of how good I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to alleged ‘ bar manager'and he did pay me a bit more, but shit ! I had to work my ass off, the prick was never there, just left it all to me, most of the early stave, well, to be honest, they were spoilt than useless. Yes, they could pull a beer OK and grinning nicely while they did it, but brainpower ? No.

Today I really was feeling down in the garbage dump. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his name was microphone, he owned a bar a petty way out of town. A big bar with a eating house, swimming pool, the works, I'd seen him here a couplet of times with my boss.

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

I told him I was slap-up, even if I didn't actually find it. fountainhead you have to, it was use, but I don't think my human face agreed with my words.

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

Unusual interrogative sentence, I thought,"I'm a bit pissed off if you must bed, haven't seen Carlos for two days, must consider I'm stupid or something."bull ! 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 minute, then said,"Get us both a crapulence and fetch them outside to the terrace, I'll see you there,"

Armed with two beers, I joined him outside.

He didn't pile about, came right out with it."How would you like to come and body of work at my place Ange ( my nickname ), as my bar manager, with honest pay than whatever you get here ?"

I knew that Mike had one hell of a report. Yes, he was married but to a good moody female horse from what I heard. He must have been in his late forties maybe even other fifties, but he was in pretty good shape none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked hard, but above all, he was fair with his faculty, paid them well, good tips, and they liked him.

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

His report referred mainly to his keeping a steady number of holiday-makers glad, the female sort of course.

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

... ... ....

Three months later, and the Book of Job even better than I expected. Mike was a heavy guy to influence for, well, more with, really.

The bar really buzzed, especially in the evening. amusement six night of the calendar week, Karaoke one night, Live vocaliser for three, and mike did a disco the other two, and he was expert, the punters loved him.

But even more important, I suppose because I was well-chosen, the customer loved me as well.

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

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

four were round the pool table. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three young woman. One of the young lady was one of the ugliest 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 death one was kind of fairly pretty, a little 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 short too wet and skirt a niggling 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 glasses. On my way back I heard one of the radical comment that she'd never reach her dig without a rest.

Now I love my game of syndicate, so I turned to ensure out the shot. The girl, the sexy one, was bent half a mile up the board trying to gain. She had one leg high up in the air, her other foot, barely touching the ground.

What drew my centre though, was that her short annulus was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum brass on view. More than that was the thong jammed mingy up her crevice. As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the board, I actually saw her ass maw several times. I almost dropped the bloody glasses. Fuck ! It did look sexy.

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

As I bent to load the dish washer, I looked over the top of the buffet. She was bending over the syndicate 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 charge,"diddlyshit ! Ange, you're checking out a girls ass and knickers, What's the fuckin'issue with you ?"

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

... ... ....

We had a heavy evening, Mike totally rocked the bar, the better spent a fate, while we girls on the bar worked our buns off.

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

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

I could see that Sexy was three share pissed, looking at my kind 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 commodity 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 former one. Anyway, I don't idea, you can train out my ass any time you like. That's why I like my skirt short."She started to walk away. but then turned back,"What about my thong Ange, nice or what a ?"Then she was gone, with an overdraw wiggle.

"Shit"I felt my pussy thrill, I don't believe it ! I'm getting wet for a fuckin'young woman, this can't be happening. But somehow it was. I thought that she was most belike only teasing.

A match of days later, another busy day, the pool nicely packed, ice creams going a bomb, everyone having a good time, I was pleased, right 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 tiny patches. Two over her nipple, the other trying to cover her pussy, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. Fuck ! She looked honorable. I dragged my oculus away before she clocked me staring.

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

"climax right up, I'll bring it out for you, if you're going out by the pocket billiards,"I offered.

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

The cocktail made, I went out to find her, it was easy, just postdate the guys'oculus 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 buddy 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 back for me ?"She held a tube out to me.

I squirted some onto my helping hand, then spread it over her back, at her shoulders, I paused a import. The chill was back, more than intense this time.

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

I felt my case redden as I passed her tube back.

"That did feel nice, thank you,"she said,"I was going to ask you to do the backrest of my pegleg, but probably not with all these hoi polloi about, anyway I know you're far too in use to be wasting your time on me."

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

The first thing I felt was my clitoris sticking out, and when I looked, it was standing proud, like on sentry go over my jam. I realised this all-fired girl had got me going, I needed to go and find a good looking boy for a properly fuck. That would sort me out !

Some of mike's Spanish people friends were in that evening. They were a great cluster. One of the guys, Jose, was a Spanish Classical dance student, all the arm waving and stamping ft, he was wild, his girl also did a mean Sevilliana.

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

Jose asked if we could go in the pool for a latterly dip. mike did set aside 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 respectable fun. I became cognizant that Trish just seemed to touch me now and then, a brushing against me, or a script on my arm, accidentally or not ? I wondered, but it was quite often. Was she flirting with me ?

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

My lips burned and I was shocked, I even felt embarrassed, I'd never been kissed by a girl before. I climbed the steps from the puddle and went to line up a towel. I was drying my hair when a hired man landed on my shoulder, instinctively, I knew it would be Trish.

"I'm sorry Ange, did that bother you ?"

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

I froze, my sentiment in a agitation, this girl was becoming a bloody pain in the neck. I raised my hand, meaning to push her away, but before I could she had grabbed wait 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 titmouse with my hands, I could palpate a thrill surge through me."Trish, what the nookie are you doing ?"I gasped out.

"Ange, it's time you woke up, allow in 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 mo or two, then,"I'm going to tell you something, I've never been with a girl before, I just love turning the guys on when I flash my ass, but I found myself feeling so turned on when I knew you couldn't keep your eye off of me. You haven't been with a female child either, have you ?"

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

She moved closer, took my hands from her boob 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 nous of their own, I felt them grip her cheeks and hug. Fuck ! They felt nice.

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

She groaned as her implements of war went around me. Her hands did the same as mine, as I slipped mine inside of her knickers to caress the bare cutis of her ass.

I felt her fingers pushing down the cleft between my cheek until a finger found my slight ass hole and she pressed at it.

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

"Ange, I'm gon na fuckin'helper you clear up if it gets us up the stairs quicker."

One more tarry kiss, and then we dressed.

... ... ....

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

Trish took my hand as we climbed the outside steps to the upper landing place, her former hand caressed my ass, as I struggled with the key, I didn't usually have this trouble but my work force were shaking badly.

I had calmed down a footling from my earlier feelings of passion and was now beginning to make incertitude. 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 moment ?

inside, at last, I fetched two glass and poured the wine.

I looked at her as I sipped. God ! She was sexy, that I knew. She was sat with her short chick, ridden up quite richly, her legs were superb, and when she flopped back in the chair, I could almost see all the way between her second joint. I couldn't take my middle 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 kitty, or wouldn't you like to advert it ?"

She stood up and began to leach, never taking her eyes off me. Seductively, she slowly raised her top, angling it, to uncover only one bare bosom. When she had dressed, she had taken her bra off. Her knocker was larger than mine, by quite a farseeing way. Then she continued up until both boob were revealed.

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

The top discarded, she unfastened her doll, a little wriggle of her hips, then down it fell. roll in the hay ! No knickers either ! My optic dead reckoning to her pussy, no hair at all, just a long, closed slit.

She stood still for a moment, letting me gaze at her physical structure, then she did a irksome twirl around, her ass I had seen before when she had the micro bikini on, but now completely naked, it was the number parcel, and waiting for me."fountainhead, do you like what you see ?"

I stood on trembling stage and walked towards her, my doubt had evaporated, I just wanted to touch and find this consistence 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. She went straight to unfasten my bra clip, then she eased the strap down my arms, she paused as it caught on my nipples.

She leaned in and kissed the height of my mammilla, tracing her tongue across the flesh. Her mouth pushed my bra realise and her mouth found a mamilla. First she bit, then pulled with her teeth, before kissing it tenderly. A groan escaped my lips, as my manus clutched her head and pulled her hard to me.

I felt her hands at the waist of my denim, the clit undone, and then the zip fastener lowering. Her hand went directly inside, to cup my private parts. Her fingers traced my pussy through the cloth, then pressed into me. I could feel my cunt tingle, as my body responded to her hint. I groaned again, louder, this time.

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

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

Her mind came forward, her lips kissing my prominent cunt backtalk. Her paw gripped my ass and she wiggled her header, her sass mashing hard. She pushed her tongue out, easing my lip apart until she slid it around inside, exploring me. Upwards she licked before a jar hit me, her spit teased at my clit.

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

Her spit teased, the sense datum were the most intense 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 thigh to grab my ass, the other to search at my puss. finger pushed into me, sliding cryptic, to set forth wanking in and out.

I was going to Heaven, my organic structure reacting to her touch, the feelings surging through me.

Still, her eyes were locked on mine. Her head came away from me for a second,"Cum for me, Ange, I so want to realise you cum."Her Word of God were the catalyst, I ground my pussy to her human face, trying to take my button into her mouth.

My torso 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.

bout filled my eyes, I was bloody crying ! A manus tapped my binding, bringing me back to world. Looking down, I realised I still had her head clasped punishing to my pussy.

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

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

"Ange, delight take me to bed."

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

She sat on the bed, I pushed her to lay on her back, legs dangling over the slope, then I crawled on top of her, my lip aiming for those beautiful large knocker of hers. No messing about, I jammed my thigh down on her pussy, as my brim found a nipple.

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

Her nipple was pie-eyed, jutting between my lips, I revelled in my suction at it. God ! How come I'd missed this all these years.

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

I felt her rosehip 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 ass's interest !"

I didn't mess about, no trail of kisses, I simply dived down to her. I had to taste my first slit, I needed to see inside that narrow scratch of hers. I gave her slit a quick kiss, then with my fingers I eased the dent assailable, she did have brim in there, they were hidden until you opened her. I feasted my eyes, then,"Ange !"

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

I licked at her hole, and as I pulled it wide her leg lifted to rest on my shoulder joint, now I could see deep inside, every detail, where her pee came from, but most of all, her fiddling clit just showing under its hood. I moved my glossa until I could loosen at the small push button and was rewarded as it began to appear. I kept on teasing, sometimes licking, then sucking at it, all the sentence I could palpate her rousing increasing.

I pushed my fingerbreadth between her labia, first two and then I added a tierce, it was tight inside there but her wetness eased the way. Her hips lifted to gather them, urging me ever deeper.

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

I plunged in and out as dissipated as I could, my sass still working at her clit. Between gasps, I could hear her mumbling although I had no idea what she said.

My spare deal found her ass golf hole, I let a finger dress circle and imperativeness, it was wet from the juices running from her pussy, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her maw Menachem Begin to open to me. Then with a terminal push, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.

She wailed,"dump ! When my fingerbreadth, 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 helping hand, I was finding it backbreaking to stay fresh mouth to her clitoris, as well as my rim taking a hammer from the severely ridge of her mound.

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

I looked up to see her boldness, but first I saw her breast bouncing furiously, then her face screwed tight. She yanked at my hair's-breadth as her dead 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 head nestled into my neck. When I pulled her tight, I could experience small microseism shaking her organic structure, she was gasping for breath. I whispered a entirely load of nothing in especial 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 consume so much time ? That was the best, Angie. Can I bid you Angie ? I like it better."

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

"Trish, how would you like it if we nipped into townsfolk 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 multiplication but been too shy to go in on my own, but together it would be dainty, what do you think ?"

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

I laughed and cuddled her tighter.

Life just keeps getting better.

The end .