This is a true short story, but it diverges after a while into fantasy of what could have been. I'll let you guess when it does.
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Many years ago I was working in a sports bar in the UK. I'm English by the way. There was a small team, a female manager who was much older than me, Ryan the deputy manager who was a few years younger than me about 23, then me and another girl who were the part time helpers. I never really knew her as we always did different days.
We used to serve drinks and food from the counter, which was raised quite high and our floor level was higher, so we were kind of above the customers in the room.
Most of my days were spent working with Ryan, the two ladies seemed to prefer each other's company and the manager did all the rotas so she didn't like me perhaps. Ryan was a tall guy as I remember him slim, quite good looking, a quiet guy who came across as being a bit shy.
There was a fairly strict dress policy you had to wear while in the bar, the company shirt and black trousers and shoes, the female manager was quite strict on this but the deputy Ryan was more easy going. I always used to wear black trousers but he sometimes didn't and that's where my problems started.
I'll never forget the first day Ryan was wearing a pair of low waist light grey trousers. We had to arrive before the bar opened and he came to the door to let me in. As we walked around to the bar area I asked him, "Can I wear different trousers then? Instead of these black ones it would be nice to have a change."
Turning to face me he replied, "Yes you can, but I don't think you should when she's here."
She, as he described her was the manageress, everyone knew they didn't see eye to eye, he thought she was too strict, she thought he was too soft.
Soft however, was not what I was thinking about at this moment in time, while he was advising me about it, in fact I was only half listening as what I was really suddenly interested in thinking about, was the big bulge in the front of his tight new trousers.
It was almost obscene. How I still remember it as though it was yesterday. The material seemed to be so thin and because the color of it was so light, it highlighted the wonderful bulge I was now struggling not to stare at, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.
Starting under and then to the right of the flimsy looking zip, as I looked at him, I could clearly see the outline of his balls, his cock and the head of his penis, even the curved ridge of the head where it joined the shaft was visible. I went very red in the face at this wonderful sight, if I'd got close enough I probably could have seen the veins running the length of it. He looked above average in size, definitely bigger than me in fact if he got an erection, it could have likely ripped through the fine cloth.
"Are you alright?" he inquired "You look a little hot."
He was giving me the opening I should have used to my advantage, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Thinking about it now, opening was the right word, the only opening I could think about then was his zip, so I could reach in and free his lovely penis from it's very tight confines.
"I'm OK Ryan, maybe we should turn down the aircon a bit," was my lame pathetic reply.
He agreed and went around to the back to do just that. I quickly pretended to be sorting something out under the counter when he returned, so I could furtively watch him walking back towards me giving me the perfect view of how his cock moved up and down in those trousers as he approached.
In fact that counter became my friend in the following days when he wore those trousers, as when we served customers you had to reach across to pass them what they'd bought and take the money. I could then find any sort of reason to duck down there while he was serving somebody and look up from below knowing he couldn't see me staring up at the object of my increasing desire so close yet so far, without him knowing.
Some days he'd wear his looser dark trousers to work and the feeling I'd get on arriving to see him in these boring clothes, was deflating in the extreme. He actually asked if something was wrong one day, as it seemed to him that some days my heart wasn't in the job, if he'd put two and two together he'd have worked it out that I was only happy on the days he wore light grey instead of dark black.
Something had to give. I was seriously considering leaving as I couldn't concentrate on my work, so close to him and I was starting to make errors in my cash handling and they would have fired me if it carried on much longer. It hurt to hear Ryan telling me off, after all it was his fault right!?
One day we were clearing up after closing, we had to make sure no-one was in the toilets, or that anyone had left any of their personal possessions behind, I came across a satchel someone had forgot to take with them, the effect of drink being the likely cause. I put it on the nearest table and called Ryan over to have a look. As usual I checked out his goods as he came across the floor!
"What should we do with it do you think, Ryan?" I asked.
"Let's have a look inside," he answered "Maybe there will be something with an address or phone number on it and we can get it back to them."
We sat down at the table and I opened the satchel, it was full of papers about finance that looked important but gave no clue as to the owner.
"I guess we'll have to wait till they work out where they left it," I said.
"Hang on," Ryan answered, "There's a front pocket here," he said opening it up.
Reaching inside he pulled out a copy of Whitehouse
Digest, which was a popular porno magazine in the UK in those days (it was the late 1980's when all this took place), you could buy it in some newsagents, it wasn't hardcore, that was harder to come by, but it used to feature solo girls, lesbians (this was very popular) and men and women in posed shots.
"Wow look at this," he exclaimed "I've never read this type of magazine before."
I found this hard to believe but said nothing, I just wanted to read it! I used to buy it regularly myself, but I didn't have this latest issue.
"Me too," I lied, "Let's look at it".
He put it on the table and began turning the pages. The first set was of a girl who in some of the pictures was holding herself apart to show her pink pussy in all it's glory.
"She's pretty," I ventured, sneakily trying to gauge his reaction.
"She is, but it's all a bit much you can see what she had for lunch!" he replied.
He was right one photo was a full page close up of her and all you could see, was her vagina and her anus, it was virtually like she was right in front of you.
He turned the page quickly and that's when it got suddenly interesting. The next story was two girls and a guy, I got very excited as I had seen this guy before in an earlier issue and I knew that he had a very big cock (I know now it was Blake Palmer, no internet back then).
I'd masturbated time after time, over this same guy in the magazine that I owned, looking at his fat cock fantasising about rubbing my smaller cock against his monster erection until we shot cum over each other. I couldn't wait to see his penis once more and better still, what Ryan made of it.
In the story, the guy was wearing a white sweater and trousers, not unlike Ryan's, but a much looser fit. He'd never have been able to fit his huge prick in Ryan's trousers they were too tight. The two girls were wearing mini skirts and skimpy knickers and were eyeing each other up even in the first picture.
