Bar hopping on Friday nights with friends was the must-do in the 90s. No social media to keep you tied up in front of a screen or your phone. You need to mingle and enjoy yourself with others. Drinking, of course, is a must if you want to have a memorable weekend.
And if you went out often enough as I did then which was practically every other night, you'd be a regular in some bars and will know what's really happening behind the bar.
There was one time I helped serve drinks at a bar. There were a lot of people at the place. It was still regular bar time but a bit later into the night. Since I did not know how to mix drinks, I was in charge of the beers.
There were three bartenders. But only two of them were serving drinks plus myself. The other one of them was also at the counter with us but serving me instead.
The third bartender was at the spot in the counter where there was space underneath for him to be without people seeing him. I was positioned at that spot as well, pouring out the beers into the pint and half pint glasses. If a beer was not within my reach; it would be handed to me by the other two bartenders.
The third guy was crouched/squatted in that under the bar counter space eating my clit and fingering my cunt. I was all hot and horny with the pleasure he was giving me. I would sometimes let out a gasp or moan when no customer was in front of me. But it was most difficult to keep a straight face and still pour beer when an orgasm was happening. I would spill a bit of the beer when I could not control the orgasm as much.
The agreement with the bartenders was two orgasms for me from each of them. They took turns going down on me and I was ecstatic with the pleasure of getting eaten right in front of all those people.
It made me feel really horny.
There was even one time when I wanted my breasts touched that I whispered to the guy I was serving beer to, "I wish you could suck my breasts."
