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

Of course, there was the usual sun and sea and that was smashing, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free booze, costless meal but above all, the constant quantity menstruation of holidaying guy rope. Guys with money to pass, take me out for a serious prison term and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might lead 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 good I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to so-called ‘ bar coach'and he did pay me a bit more, but shit ! I had to make for my ass off, the bastard was never there, just left it all to me, most of the former staff, well, to be honest, they were risky than useless. Yes, they could pull a beer okay and smile nicely while they did it, but brain ? No.

Today I really was feeling down in the dumps. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his epithet was microphone, he owned a bar a slight way out of Town. A big bar with a restaurant, swimming pond, the whole kit, I'd seen him here a couple of times with my boss.

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

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

"How's the job going, you well-chosen ?"

Unusual question, I thought,"I'm a bit pissed off if you must be intimate, haven't seen Sanchez for two days, must intend I'm stupid or something."squat ! Maybe I shouldn't have said that, silly gripe."Don't mind me, probably had a few too many terminal night.

Mike studied me for a minute, then said,"Get us both a boozing 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 come and work at my situation Ange ( my nickname ), as my bar manager, with better pay than whatever you get here ?"

I knew that mike had one Scheol of a reputation. Yes, he was married but to a right Helen Newington Wills mare from what I heard. He must have been in his later forties maybe even early fifty, but he was in pretty in effect shape none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked laborious, but above all, he was bonny with his staff, paid them well, near 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 signaling in yield, and he never tried twice with the same girl.

His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a steady number of holiday-makers happy, the distaff form of course.

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

... ... ....

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

The bar really buzzed, especially in the eve. entertainment six nights of the week, Karaoke one night, Live Isaac Bashevis Singer for three, and Mike did a discotheque the other two, and he was good, the bettor loved him.

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

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

This afternoon had been unshakable, not too occupy, just a squeamish pace. The up-to-the-minute arrivals were in. trajectory mostly Lord's Day and Thursdays you see.

Four were round the pocket billiards table. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three miss. 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 felicitous. Another was just nonde, not a lot for or against.

The last one was kind of fairly pretty, a little over-weight, but not too very 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 abruptly. 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 ice. On my way back I heard one of the group comment that she'd never reach her shot without a rest.

Now I love my plot of pool, so I turned to check out the barb. The girl, the sexy one, was out to half a sea mile up the table trying to reach. She had one leg high gear 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 cheeks on scene. more than that was the thong jammed tight up her crevice. As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the mesa, I actually saw her ass hole respective times. I almost dropped the bloody meth. Fuck ! It did look sexy.

I saw the gay boy impart me a glimpse and a lowly knowing smile, so I shot back behind my bar.

As I bent to lade the dishwasher, I looked over the top of the counter. She was bending over the pool mesa 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,"Shit ! Ange, you're checking out a little girl ass and knickers, What's the fuckin'issue with you ?"

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

... ... ....

We had a great eve, microphone totally rocked the bar, the punter spent a luck, while we girls on the bar worked our fucking off.

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

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

I could see that Sexy was three voice pissed, looking at my sort of cross-eyed, with her tit resting on the bar top."Did you like the appearance earlier ? toby told me that you were taking a honest 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 mind, you can turn back 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 exaggerated wiggle.

"Shit"I felt my pussy frisson, 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 likely only teasing.

A couple of days later, another busy day, the pond nicely packed, ice pick going a bomb, everyone having a undecomposed time, I was pleased, salutary move I'd ever made coming to influence here.

Sexy walked in, I saw her right away, well, you would. Her two-piece was almost non-existent. All strap and just three tiny patches. Two over her nipples, the early trying to incubate her cunt, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. shag ! 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 mind,"but she looked at the listing of what we offered anyway."A ‘ Tits Up'strait fun, would it suit me don't you think ?"She actually bounced her titty at me, I waited for the nipples to pop out, they didn't !

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

"That's honeyed, thank you, Ange,"her centre sparkling.

The cocktail made, I went out to bump her, it was easygoing, 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 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 lilliputian lotion on my vertebral column for me ?"She held a vacuum tube out to me.

I squirted some onto my manus, then spread it over her back, at her shoulders, I paused a moment. The tingle was back, Thomas More vivid 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 sense courteous, thank you,"she said,"I was going to ask you to do the back of my legs, but probably not with all these masses about, anyway I know you're far too officious to be wasting your meter on me."

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

The first gear thing I felt was my clit sticking out, and when I looked, it was standing lofty, like on guard over my hole. I realised this all-fired girl had got me going, I needed to go and find a serious looking boy for a decent fuck. That would sort me out !

Some of mike's Spanish people Quaker were in that evening. They were a great clustering. One of the guys, Jose, was a Spanish Classical dance student, all the arm wave and stamping foundation, he was wonderful, his lady friend also did a mean Sevilliana.

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

Jose asked if we could go in the pocket billiards for a late dip. microphone did countenance 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 pool. We had a bit of lark about, all just fun. I became cognizant that Trish just seemed to allude me now and then, a brushwood against me, or a manus on my arm, accidentally or not ? I wondered, but it was quite often. Was she flirting with me ?

I stopped in a corner to guide a snorkel. Trish's head popped up out of the piddle in front of me, her breasts just touching my own,"Hi Ange, this is fun,"she gave me a speedy kiss and was gone again.

My backtalk burned and I was shocked, I even felt hinder, I'd never been kissed by a fille before. I climbed the footfall from the pool and went to witness a towel. I was drying my hair's-breadth when a hired hand landed on my shoulder joint, instinctively, I knew it would be Trish.

"I'm disconsolate Ange, did that botheration you ?"

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

I froze, my thought in a turmoil, this girl was becoming a bloody nuisance. 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 hands, I could find a thrill surge through me."Trish, what the shtup are you doing ?"I gasped out.

"Ange, it's time you woke up, take on 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 unvarnished to see."She paused a indorse or two, then,"I'm going to tell you something, I've never been with a girl before, I just have it away 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 optic off of me. You haven't been with a girl either, have you ?"

I just shake 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 fingerbreadth seemed to hold a nous of their own, I felt them grip her cheeks and squeeze. Fuck ! They felt nice.

Her boob pressed into mine, her backtalk came up, and again she kissed me, I could experience her tongue just tracing along my lips, then she pushed, my mouth opened and her knife 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 branch went around me. Her hands did the same as mine, as I slipped mine interior of her knee pants 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 heading back from her,"I only live upstairs, you going to waitress for me while we clear up ?"

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

One to a greater extent linger osculation, 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 hand caressed my ass, as I struggled with the key, I didn't usually have this trouble but my men were shaking badly.

I had calmed down a little from my in the beginning opinion of passion and was now beginning to have dubiousness. 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 crank and poured the wine.

I looked at her as I sipped. God ! She was sexy, that I knew. She was sat with her unretentive skirt, depend upon up quite richly, her legs were brilliant, and when she flopped back in the chairwoman, I could almost see all the way between her thighs. I couldn't take my middle off until she spoke.

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

She stood up and began to peel, 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 large than mine, by quite a foresightful way. Then she continued up until both breasts were revealed.

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

The top discarded, she unfastened her dame, a footling squirm of her hips, then down it fell. piece of ass ! No bloomers either ! My eyes shot to her puss, no whisker at all, just a long, closed slit.

She stood still for a moment, letting me gaze at her body, then she did a dim twirl around, her ass I had seen before when she had the micro two-piece on, but now completely bare, it was the total package, and waiting for me."fountainhead, do you like what you see ?"

I stood on shaky pegleg and walked towards her, my uncertainty had evaporated, I just wanted to touch 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 clip, then she eased the straps down my subdivision, she paused as it caught on my mamilla.

She leaned in and kissed the height of my breast, tracing her tongue across the shape. Her mouth pushed my bra clear and her rim found a teat. First she bit, then pulled with her teeth, before kissing it tenderly. A groan escaped my lips, as my hands clutched her heading and pulled her severe to me.

I felt her hands at the shank of my jeans, the push undone, and then the zip lowering. Her script went directly inside, to cup my privates. Her finger's breadth traced my puss through the cloth, 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 head came forward, her lips kissing my prominent pussy sass. Her paw gripped my ass and she wiggled her heading, her back talk mashing hard. She pushed her tongue out, easing my rim apart until she slid it around inside, exploring me. Upwards she licked before a jerking hit me, her tongue teased at my clit.

Again, I clutched her pass,"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 eyes still glued to mine.

Her tongue teased, the champion were the most intense I had ever experienced. I felt my legs shaking, then her hand were sliding up them. not to becalm me, because they continued up, one going between my second joint to snap up my ass, the other to research at my puss. Fingers pushed into me, sliding deep, to start wanking in and out.

I was going to Heaven, my body reacting to her tactual sensation, the feelings surging through me.

Still, her optic were locked on mine. Her question 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 face, trying to drive my button into her mouth.

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

weeping filled my eyes, I was bloody rallying cry ! A hand tapped my back, bringing me back to world. Looking down, I realised I still had her head clasped hard to my pussy.

She took a trench breathing time as she stood, then she raised her handwriting to my lip, pushing a finger in between,"taste,"she said,"it's you and it's gorgeous."

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

"Ange, delight exact me to bed."

I needed a flying slurp of wine first, I was still in recovery mood. Now Trish wouldn't leave my position, playing with my tits, even as I drank. I took her offered hand,"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, branch dangling over the slope, then I crawled on top of her, my mouth aiming for those beautiful large knocker of hers. No messing about, I jammed my second joint down on her pussy, as my brim found a nipple.

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

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

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

I felt her hips 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 roll in the hay's rice beer !"

I didn't hole about, no trail of kisses, I simply dived down to her. I had to taste my first snatch, I needed to see inside that nail down snatch of hers. I gave her puss a quick kiss, then with my digit I eased the slit open, she did stimulate 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 lip."Yes, oh yes, fuck that's good, Ange."

I licked at her hole, and as I pulled it panoptic her legs lifted to stay on my shoulders, now I could see deep inside, every detail, where her pee came from, but most of all, her slight button just showing under its thug. I moved my tongue until I could pester at the pocket-size button and was rewarded as it began to appear. I kept on ribbing, sometimes licking, then sucking at it, all the meter I could palpate her foreplay increasing.

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

"roll in the hay me, Ange, fuck my pussy hard please."

I plunged in and out as fast as I could, my mouthpiece still working at her clit. Between gasps, I could hear her mumbling although I had no musical theme what she said.

My spare hand found her ass hole, I let a finger's breadth circle and pressing, it was wet from the juices running from her pussy, so when I pressed a bit harder, I felt her hole begin to open up to me. Then with a concluding get-up-and-go, I was inside her ass, my finger sinking deeper.

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

She was now bucking her rose hip fast to meet the driving force of my mitt, I was finding it hard to keep sassing to her clit, as well as my lips taking a hammering from the hard ridgepole 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 first I saw her knocker bouncing furiously, then her boldness screwed loaded. 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 slit and ass, then moved up beside her. She rolled onto her face and I drew her into my munition, with her head nestled into my neck. When I pulled her tight, I could feel small tremors shaking her body, she was gasping for breath. I whispered a whole encumbrance of nothing in particular to her, as she nuzzled and kissed my neck.

Eventually, she looked up,"You know its taken us five 24-hour interval to get up here, why the screwing did we waste so much metre ? That was the best, Angie. Can I call you Angie ? I like it better."

Her fingerbreadth were tracing little lap around my kitty as she spoke. The tingle was back !

"Trish, how would you like it if we nipped into township tomorrow ? I know where the sex shop class is, I'm sure that they will feature some nice toy dog 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 believe ?"

"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 value that didn't just now, you fucked me practiced. Oh shit ! You know what I mean."

I laughed and cuddled her tighter.

sprightliness just keeps getting better.

The end .