I work in an Irish pub named McNeal’s. I have been pouring beer and whiskey for the past four hours, all I can think about is my shower and my boyfriend Shane. Shane and I actually met in this pub. One night he was sitting at the end of the bar with all of his white collared buddies throwing back as many drinks as I could bring them. They were celebrating some big case they had just won.
He kept striking up conversation every time I came around, plus he would throw a couple bucks my way each time he got a drink. Who ever said that money doesn’t make you attractive. By the end of the night they were the only ones at the bar. We called them a cab and sent them on their way.
The next day looking quite pale Shane came back in for his keys. It was early in the day so there weren’t many customers. He thanked me for making sure that he and his buddies all got home safe. As he was talking to me I couldn’t help but notice how extremely gorgeous he was. He was tall around 6’1, nice build; you could tell that he frequented a gym. He filled out his suit and tie nicely. HE always wore dark suits, which matched his hair and complexion. I loved when he would wear blue shirts because it just made his striking blue eyes even more noticeable.
Even just thinking about him I could feel the excitement growing in my stomach. Only a couple more hours left and I can be home in his arms.
The last of our customers left, I cleaned off the tables, and waved well by to my fellow co-workers. As I drove home my mind kept wandering to all the things I wanted to do to Shane when I got in the door. I love taking him by surprise, not saying a word to him and just make love to him unexpectedly. I was ready to take his cock in my mouth and pleasure him until he could take it no more.
When I walked in the door my plans were foiled, he and Brad, one of his partners from the firm, were sitting at the kitchen table with files spread all over the kitchen.
“HI honey”, he said in a way that always made me grin.
“Looks like you boys have been hard at work.” I said as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, oh well my plans would have to wait until later. “ Since you are busy I am going to take a shower. The bar was packed today.” I gave him one more lingering kiss on the mouth gently biting on his lower lip, giving him the signal that he should finish his work, because I had other plans for him.
As I walked away I peeked over my shoulder and gave Shane a wink. I made my way to the bedroom and began to undress. It felt good getting out of those smoke filled clothes. As I was getting my robe from the closet I stopped to look at myself in the mirror.
I have always liked the way I looked. Although I would never be model status I thought I was pretty. I am 5’2” and curvy. But my curves are in all the right places. My red hair is long enough that it brushed up against my nipples when I took it out of its braid. This gentle touch made my nipples instantly hard. My breasts are a firm 34 C. I wouldn’t change anything about them. I am a one hundred percent natural red head, and I can prove it with my neatly trimmed red bush. Most men I have been with have always found the coloring to be extremely exciting. Shane was no different.