My name is Amber, I'm a single thirty-six-year-old who had recently moved to the city. Finding work was difficult, After a couple of months, my savings had dwindled and I was nearly giving up hope, I needed a job and this ad caught my eye for bar staff. It fitted well, as it was evening work, leaving me free to enjoy my days how I pleased. I got the job. I was now in my 6th month. However, since working at the bar, it had escalated my sexual desires to the maximum, and I couldn't stop it.
My mind was constantly full of rude thoughts, and my body charged, with so much pent-up sexual frustration it was unbearable. I was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. I hid it by playfully flirting with the punters and my colleagues. But that's all it ever amounted to. My bed was always empty and had been that way for well over a year, despite my strong urges.
The reason behind my frustration began six months ago, when I first met my boss, soon after entering the bar. While I waited for my interview, sat at the bar sipping a glass of wine, I saw him approaching. I am instantly frozen. Taken aback by him, I nearly fall off my stool. How his body moved, with such fluidity and power, he oozed sexiness and I found my heart racing as he drew closer.
My eyes watched his legs, his powerful strides, how the fabric moved with him, the slight swaying at his crotch, that I knew was his length swaying as it moved within. Shaking his firm hand, I revel in the feeling, while watching his body move, the heat from him along with his scent had me so moist, that I had to fidget slightly as I got to my feet.
My chest heaving, lifting my bosom towards him as we stood for a moment. Leading me to a table, he ordered us both a drink, I was clutching an empty glass, blissfully unaware, as he had me so flustered and disoriented. He had a whisky and had refilled my glass with red wine.
As he sat across the rickety table, asking me questions, with the soft sound of the music playing around us, the dim lights from the bar and the smell of his cologne, I was hooked. Watching his lips as he spoke, not hearing his words as I felt myself lost in a daze, thinking about kissing him.
Lewis, a single twenty-four-year-old, tease, with his tight dark curls, longing to have me pull them. His body was fresh and tight, begging me to lick it. I watch his lips moving, imagining kissing them, biting his lip before pushing my tongue deep into his mouth to taste and feel his breath. I answer his questions, but all the while my head is swimming in thoughts, not listening, as I am imagining his naked body.
What his young body looked like, as his white cotton shirt teased me. With the faint shadows of his nipples, with tiny black hairs poking from the button holes nearing them. My eyes imagine how many more he had grown. Were they smothering his chest like a soft blanket, or just a handful of newly grown curls? He was hot and made me so wet as I sat there.
Crossing my legs to suppress the tingling building inside my core, I take a large gulp of my wine, hoping he didn't notice. Not wanting him to think I was a heavy drinker, despite that being true, I did like my wine. Seeing him look at me, his eyes so innocent, unaware I imagined his body tangled with mine as I enjoyed every inch of him. Trying to focus, I look at his face. He wanted to ask me another question.
"So, Mrs Knight, em....... is there anything you wish to know?" he asked softly.
His eyes looking into mine, his deep green pools, had me mesmerised for a moment. A long pause as I register his words.
"Oh no, it's Miss, I'm not married." I quickly correct him.
A faint smile forms on my lips as I say it, keeping my eyes on his. Silently saying 'I'm all yours' as I bite my lip, looking down at my glass. Seeing him get flustered slightly, redness fills his cheeks, as he quickly writes something on the papers he had before him.
"I am single," I add softly, in a low whisper.
He fidgets again slightly before glancing up at me.
"Ah sorry........ not sure...." He mumbled quietly.
"It's fine." Sliding my hand across the table, resting it over his, he jumps, quickly pulling his hand back in a startled manner.
"Yes........ em......OK, so Miss Knight...."
"Amber," I quickly add, correcting him again. Smiling I could see he was very nervous about me touching him. I smile to myself.
This was going to be very interesting indeed. His face was red as he finished the interview, the tension between us brewing. I could see he was very flushed. I tried to glimpse at the front of his trousers as he got up from the table, but he had the papers in front of him. Was he shielding something behind them? I watched him move away, his firm cheeks beating together beneath the fabric of his trousers, their shape filling them as he walked behind the bar, disappearing into the back out of sight.
He had given me the job, which was a shock to me, as I knew he could see my excitement as I sat there. I had found it impossible to hide the instant reaction I had when I saw him. It had taken me by surprise, too. Something has stirred inside me, deep in my core, fluttering like butterflies tickling my uterus, sending pulses through me, making my legs shake, as it grew stronger the longer he was near me.
Over the next few weeks, things went well. I had settled in and found my feet within the place. It was as though I had always been there. The other staff welcomed me and were all lovely too. Lewis didn't work the bar much, only coming in occasionally to check things were ok. He normally remained in his office round the back of the bar. Despite him not always being around, I was still getting the naughty thoughts and desires for him. Whenever he came through, I instantly reacted, my heart skipping rapidly as my temperature rose, making my body tense as it started to pulse and twitch with excitement.
As a way of coping and also a distraction, I had made a mental list in my head, detailing all of my fantasies and desires, all centred around him and what erotic things I wanted to do with him. I couldn't help but daydream about him, imagining his hands touching every inch of my body, his lips on my skin, his hardness buried deep inside me.
I longed to make my feelings and desires known, terrified of what he might think, or worse, rejection. He knew I was a flirt, and seemed unfazed by my previous advances, dismissing them as a bit of fun, though they were very real. I disguised it by flirting with some of the other male staff, so it was a little less obvious.
They all saw it as part of my way, I guess. I always made sure I looked good when at work too, taking time to choose outfits and ensuring I looked appealing. All with the thought of what if, always hoping that one day, one day, he would show he wanted me too. It didn't. He was very much a gentleman, professional and always very sweet.
Now I'd been working at the bar for six months. Everyone was used to my sexed-up enthusiasm, thinking it was just my hyper-bubbly personality, skittish and wild, which yes, I am all of those.
