I heard the deadbolt turn as Duke locked the door behind him. It was after 1:00 AM and he not only ushered out the rest of the Friday night last call crowd but he left with them, leaving me alone with Bill.
I could feel him behind me. I heard the clatter of the glasses as he cleaned up but I swear, I could feel his eyes all over me. He didn't say much with words but his eyes...they soaked my panties every night. And for three months now, every night after we cleaned up, I practically ran to my car, sped home, stripped down and shoved my black dildo deep into my cunt. I had been masturbating half my life, had sex with a handful of guys but no one had made me as wet as I became whenever I thought of Bill.
I snapped out of my trance and went to feed a few quarters into the jukebox. It had become a habit of mine since Bill started bartending. Playing music would get me through the 45 minutes it took to wipe down all the tables and mop the floor. The customers loved him and he chatted easily with them, always flashing that megawatt smile. The man clearly knew how to work for his tips. But at the end of the night, the silence became unbearable. I tried to strike up a conversation a few times but he made me so damn nervous, I always became tongue tied.
I went to the storage room, filled the mop bucket and wheeled it out in front of the bar. Bill was on this side now, turning the stools upside down and placing them on the bar. I figured I would help him with the last few to speed the process of clearing the area. As I walked pass the bucket, my shoelace caught on the one wheel and as I was pulled back, I yelped and thrust my hands out, bracing for the fall.
The fall never came. In a flash, I was pulled up against his chest. And holy shit, he was hot to the touch. My palms rested on his pecs and I squeezed him. He drew in a sharp breath and tightened his arm around my waist. His eyes were smoldering as his gaze searched mine. And I waited, licking my lips in anticipation, silently pleading for him to not let go.
He dropped his left hand to my ass and cupped me, pulling me even closer. I completely stopped breathing as he hoisted me over his shoulder, bent and untangled my shoelace. When he stood back up, I was fully slung over his shoulder, his hand rubbing circles on my ass. My hands hung down his back, my body as limp as a rag doll. I could not believe he was holding me. I'm 5 feet 6 but I have about 50 lbs. too much on my frame. He stands 6 feet 3 and I had once heard him telling some football regulars that he was still at his college football weight of 270, but still...I was no lightweight.
"Bill..." I finally whimpered.
He moved towards the bar until he was standing in front of it. His right arm came up to join his left, rubbing and then squeezing my ass. I could feel the heat of him through my jeans and my panties. And suddenly, I couldn't lay limp anymore. I turned my head into his neck, breathing him in. I darted my tongue out, tasting the salt of his skin. He inhaled sharply and I moved my mouth higher, tugging his earlobe between my teeth, sucking on him.
Still holding tight to my ass, he lowered me to the bar. He bent his forehead to mine, forcing my eyes up to meet his.
"Are you scared of me, Nancy?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"No, I am not scared of you, Bill," I told him, looking him straight in the eye.
"You fucking terrify me, little one," he growled and lowered his mouth to mine.
God, what a mouth. He devoured me right away, his tongue snaking right in, opening me. His fingers pressed deep into my ass and I scooted forward a bit, pulling my legs up to wrap around his waist. That's when I felt his cock. I felt it move against my mound and I moaned into his mouth. He caught my tongue between his lips and he sucked. I swear I felt it in every nerve ending of my body. No one had ever kissed me like that, no one had ever sucked on my tongue like it was a nipple. Holding it between his lips, flicking it with his own tongue.
My hands crept up his rock-hard biceps and I pressed my chest into his. I could literally feel him everywhere. My nipples were aching in the confines of my bra, my pussy was soaking the front of my jeans, my toes were curling in my boots that I now had digging into his ass.
His hands moved a little higher until they slid under my Duke's Bar polo and caressed the bare skin of my back before moving to my sides. I gasped and shivered at the touch to my love-handles and our eyes opened at the same time. He pulled away slowly from my mouth, kissing and licking the corners before resting his forehead on mine once more. He stared at me, breathing heavy as he searched my eyes.
"Do you want me to stop, Nanc?" he asked.
"No," I frantically shook my head, holding tight to his shoulders.
"You flinched," he said.
"I, uh...I don't like my body. I'm used to laying down...and you...you're just so damn hard, so strong," I muttered.
He tucked my hair behind my ear, cupped my neck, running his thumbs up and down from my collarbone to my ears.
"And you're a woman. A soft, beautiful woman, who smells and feels so damn good. For three months now, I've wanted to see you. I barely walk in my front door and my cock is in my hand, stroking myself as I picture your mouth..." he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip "and your ass in those jeans and your tits in that v-neck..."
His hands roamed down my back again and they were like paws. I felt like I would fit in them, like they could mold me to him and ease this burning ache. I could not believe he had wanted me for just as long as I wanted him. I was still sitting there in awe, thinking about what he said as his hands went back under my shirt and in a flash, he pulled it over my head.
I could have shrunk away, tried to hide, but in that instant, I knew better. My emerald green bra was one of my favorites and I was thankful to be wearing it tonight. I would focus on that, not my belly that was so obvious as I sat there on the bar.
