Bartender To The Rescue

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I sit at the bar…lonely, confused, angry. An hour earlier, my soon-to-be ex husband waltzed his ass into our home, announced that he wanted a divorce, packed his suitcase, and walked out. What the fuck?! The fact that it was that easy for him to walk away from twenty years, is what hurts the most. It wasn’t like I didn’t see it coming, though. Somehow, I thought I would be the one to leave his ass. We have been more like roommates the last few years. He hasn’t even slept in the bed with me. Instead, every night, he’s grabbed his pillow and a blanket, and slept on the couch. Sex…I’ve forgotten how it felt. He hasn’t touched me in forever.

“Would you like another drink, ma’am?” Jonathan, the cute bartender asks me. The baritone of his voice is deep, smooth, and sexy.

I give him a quick once over. He’s young, muscular, has skin the color of melted chocolate, and fine as hell. His long dreadlocks fall seductively over his shoulders, and all I can think about is how I’d like to run my fingers through them.”I’d like something, alright,” I tell him. “But another drink is not what I want.” I hadn’t meant to say that..it was a thought that somehow slipped out. But, whatever…

“Is that right? Well, what else would you like, then?” he asks, running his tongue across his full, luscious lips.

“I think you know,” I attempt to flirt. Since I had already said what was on my mind, there was no need to be shy now. My husband is the only man I’ve been with in over twenty years, and I’d been out of the game so long, I’ve forgotten how to flirt with a man.

Suddenly, he swiped all of the glasses and bottles off the bar in a sweeping motion, picked me up and laid me down on it. He removed the wrap dress I was wearing and tossed it to the floor. Next, he removed my lace panties with his teeth before he began orally helping himself to my nooky. His tongue action is amazing. I’m squirming all over the bar, eyes squeezed shut, my legs wrapped around his neck. He stops licking, and I become annoyed. I wasn’t ready for him to stop…it was feeling too good. I open my eyes to find him hovering above me, staring down at me. I frown at him, as if to say, “What did you stop for?” He leans down and kisses me, a deep, sensual, passionate kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“I wanted you to see how good you taste,” he said, gazing into my eyes. He then lowers his body, running his long tongue over my swollen nipples, gently biting on them through my lace bra, on his way down, until he was eye level with my honey pot again, and continues devouring me.  He threw my legs over his shoulder for better access, and flicked his tongue across my dripping wet slit.

“Oh God…Lawd Jesus…fuuccckkkk, this feels so good…yessss Jonathan, make mama come,” I scream out as he sucks on my clit. He stops again. I become annoyed. All this damn stopping is really killing the mood. “What you stop for now?” I look down at him. His mouth is glistening with my juices.

“I want to switch positions.” He twists our bodies around until he’s lying on his back on the bar, and I’m straddling him, my vajayjay at mouth level. I became nervous. I’m not one of those small chicks. I currently weigh about 280, and although he has a muscular build, I don’t want to smother the poor boy to death. I try not to place all of my weight down on him, but he wraps his big hands around my thighs, and pulls me down on him, locking me into place. Then, he took me on the wildest ride I’ve ever been on. I threw my head back in ecstasy and rode his face for what seemed like a good twenty minutes. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I released all of my cream into his mouth, shivering and shaking like a leaf.

After he released me,  could only sit on the side of the bar in amazement, my legs still shaking as I tried to get myself together.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asked with a smirk as he licked the rest of my essence from his lips.

“Huh?” My mind had been in another world, still recovering from that intense orgasm he’d just given me, and I hadn’t heard a word he’d said.

“I said, can I get you another drink, ma’am?” he said, looking at me as if I was crazy. “Are you okay?” he asked.

It was then that I realized I’d been daydreaming. DAMN! “Oh…uh…n-no, I’m fine, thank you.” ‘Ain’t this ’bout a bitch?! I finally reached the ‘Big O’ that I’ve dreamt about having for years- because Lord knows my husband never gave me one- and it was a damn dream,’ I thought.

I grabbed my purse off barstool next to me, and ran out of the bar, embarrassed as hell. Outside in the cool night air, I took a deep breath as my heart rate slowly returned to normal, while i waited for a cab. I could feel the slickness between my thighs, letting me know that I must have had a helluva wet dream in that bar. Funny, that dream was the most action I’ve had in my life in a long time. I shivered as the wind blew, and it was then that I remembered I had been wearing my leather jacket when I’d came. I groaned as I realized I’d left it in the bar.

“You forgot this,” I heard the bartenders deep voice say from behind me.

I immediately blushed, not wanting to face him…especially not after making myself look like a fool. I quickly took the jacket and mumbled a thank you as I put it on.

“You’re very welcome.” He turned to walk back inside, then he stopped and turned around again. “Was I really that good?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“That daydream you were having…you were yelling my name- among other things- so I figured that whatever I was doing to you was pretty amazing.”

Just then, a cab pulled up to the curb in front of me. I reached for the door handle. “Yes, you were that good…at least in my dreams.”

“Well, that’s good to know; maybe one day you’ll get the chance to find out for real.” He winked at me, then walked back inside the bar.

“I damn sure plan on it,” I said as the taxi driver pulled into traffic.

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