I am an owner of a small business that sells different products manufactured by other companies. I handle inside sales as well as manage the business. Since I don't get out of the office very often, and I'm always being bothered about one thing or another by my employees, I like to have a leisurely lunch at a local pub close by. I have been going there 3 or 4 times a week for the last few years.
Since I'm considered a "regular", I pretty much know all the women who work there, especially the bartenders. We often chat about mundane topics, but the subject would always switch to their "man troubles" which I was really not interested in hearing about. If you heard them go on and on about their husbands, boyfriends, or whatever, it was easy to figure out that most of them created their own problems.
My routine is usually the same, I sit down, order a beer, read the newspaper, order lunch, watch sports on tv, eat my lunch, and then leave. Sometimes I talk to the other patrons there, many who are "regulars" too. All I want to do is relax, have a beer, and have a bite to eat before I have to get back to work. Little did I know that things were about to take a sudden change.
I had just sat down at the bar and ordered a beer when I saw her for the first time. She was a server, running back and forth from the kitchen with trays of food and drink. In my eyes, she was a goddess, a vision of beauty, what I dream a woman should look like. She was about 5'-8", I would guess about 125 lbs., naturally blond, with long legs, shapely figure, and C cup breasts. I couldn't help but stare at her, I knew instantly I wanted her. It was getting a bit warm in the bar, and my jeans were getting noticeably tighter when I heard someone say something...
"That's our new girl. Jennifer is her name, but she's a bit young for you..."
I looked over to Fran who was the bartender that day and who was giving me an "act your age" look.
"She's only nineteen Marty, you're old enough to be her father," Fran said referring to my 37 years of age.
"No kidding...she looks older...and besides, I was just noticing her that's all. What's the matter Fran, you a bit jealous that I look at the younger gals instead of you?" I laughed.
"Just behave yourself mister..." Fran then went about her business and that was that.
Well, I couldn't forget this vision of loveliness. I began to fantasize what it would be like to make love to her. No, what I really want to do was fuck her. I wanted her to want me to fuck her. All I could think about, all day long was fucking Jennifer...over and over...feeling her lips on my swollen cock...tasting her sweet juices between her legs...sucking and biting the tips of her perfect peaks. Yes, there was no question I was going to get this once in a lifetime beauty.
I finally got the courage to say hi to her at the pub. I soon discovered how friendly she was, almost to a fault. Soon we went from quick hi's to more lengthy conversations. I found out she had a boyfriend, which made me jealous, but she didn't tell me much about him. As a matter of fact, she never said anything nice about him, and would change the subject instantly if I brought his name up. When I was at the pub, I could never keep my eyes off her, and I suspected she knew I was looking her over too. I would go home a night, and stroke my throbbing cock, my eyes closed, imagining Jen was stroking me. I would cum jets of sticky goo all over me, but I was so depressed when I opened my eyes and she was not there, just me with my dick going soft in my hand and a mess to clean.