Angie and I quickly became an item. Everyone at work seemed happy that her new attitude and smiling demeanor were paying off with her satisfaction in a new boyfriend. At this point, not many people knew me well since I was not only still new to the workforce at the resort, but new to the state as well. A few of the other bartenders gave me odd glances, which I took for jealousy. Angie had a body that was difficult to hide and I knew that they'd spent many a shift talking about how they each might get a chance with her. The fact that the new guy was beating them to the goods was a thorn in their sides. It didn't matter to me; I was happy to be getting what I was getting. What none of us knew at the time, was that every bartender but me was about to get fired or would "voluntarily separate" from their employment at the resort.
I still spent my boring day shifts trying to catch glimpses of Angie as her shapely legs moved beneath her skirt. Daytime drinkers are a rare thing in a resort where the tourists spend the entire day with their families at the theme parks, so I often would have days where total sales would be less than one hundred dollars in my ten to six shift. The small back storage room behind the bar was a welcome respite when my hard on became difficult to hide while fantasizing about the tall blond waitress. Certainly it would have been unsanitary to leave a cummy mess on the floor back there, but it wasn't like I didn't think about it. The cold temperature and glaring bright light in that small space conspired to keep me on the straight and narrow. Add to this the fact that the room's only door didn't lock from the inside and there was no way I was going to do anything other than stand back there and wait for my erection to go away before stepping back out into the outer bar.
Angie still came to visit often and pick up drinks when her customers ordered a cocktail with their breakfasts or lunches. And there were times when we spent possibly too much time shooting the breeze, because the department's manager, Amy, would sometimes stroll over to see what might be keeping Angie. I kept my actions professional in the workplace though. Losing a great job by getting too touchy with anyone was not the reason I was going to give up being around so many pretty ladies. When Amy would approach, Angie would usually finish up and hustle off. Amy's curvy figure would meander through the bar to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the pool area where she would stand with her back to me as she viewed the outdoor play area.
Since ours was an expensive resort, managers were expected to dress professionally and Amy's outfits were always either a dress or a skirt with a blouse and jacket. Whichever she wore, her powerful legs always were highlighted by the heels that she wore and her very large breasts were rarely hidden by the blouses whose buttons strained to hold them. I loved to watch Amy walk; she knew what each movement of her hips and legs did to the lines of her body. She had told me once that all through high school she'd played volleyball on the girls' varsity team and that what few weekend days she had off now were spent trying to get into beach games on the east coast. She was fighting a battle with weight gain that she thought she was losing. In my mind, she was just right at that time. Her extra weight had added curves where she previously hadn't had any and the new shape was sexier than the way she'd appeared in the photos she'd shown us at a party once.
On this day, Amy had on a tasteful white knee length dress and brown pumps with a matching belt around her waste. Her round breasts had jiggled as she'd walked by and I'd turned away from her as she'd passed so as not to stare. But of course, I'd caught the action of those big tits in the mirror behind the bar. She stood at the windows watching the families basking in the sun and I watched her. Bright sunlight streamed through those windows, passed through that white dress, and revealed her outline nicely. As my dad would say, "Those legs go all the way up..."
Half of the food and beverage department knew that I had begun dating Angela so I could not begin thinking about laying the department head. Correction: I could not outwardly begin thinking about it but I could sure as hell dream, right? There was something about that woman's curves that rang a primitive bell in my loins, making me want to get a chance with Amy if it ever came up again.
When Amy left the bar through the doors to the pool area, I went back to dreaming about Angela and her older sister. Olga's intrusion into our first date had left me puzzled since I couldn't figure out her attitude towards me, her interest in sucking my cock, or her insistence that Angela not find out about it. I knew that given another chance, I would let her suck on my rod again, but didn't want to endanger what I thought Angie and I might be building. Angela had never brought up her sister again, but I tried to manufacture reasons why we would see her. A few nights after our first coupling, we were in the bedroom of Angela's house and about to consummate the deed. I jokingly looked around and said, "Is your sister nearby? Should we worry about one of the kids walking in?"
Angie, wrapping her legs tighter around my middle, said, "The door's locked, the kids are asleep, and you can fuck Olga later." I plunged my cock into her again and again, visions of putting the meat to her older sister competing with the real vision of that lovely and lithe German beneath me. Later, when I'd pulled my wilting manhood from within her, I had time to reflect on what she'd said.
Acting the fool, I joked, "Wait a minute; did you say that I could 'fuck Olga later'?" I watched her face for signs of anger, but didn't catch any.
"Uh, yes. I did," she offered.
"Please tell me that there isn't a language barrier. You do understand what you're saying, right?"
She stood, cupping a hand to her pussy to try to keep our combined juices from dripping while she hurried to the bathroom. I heard her girlish tinkle then the toilet flushing. She reappeared after washing her hands and said, "Are you saying you wouldn't like to sleep with her?" Before I could answer, she answered her own question, "What guy wouldn't? She's hot, right?"
