As I said in the first part of this series, I have 4 sisters-in-law, each of whom I have an unnatural desire for, and for whom I have a fantasy based partly on fact but sadly mostly in my perverted mind. Polly was my father-in-law's daughter from his first marriage. She was married and had 3 children, the youngest of whom will feature in a later story. She worked for the in-laws as a part-time barmaid, regularly on Friday lunchtimes and occasionally at other times when they needed cover for holidays or outside catering for the village hall.
Polly was a very out-going person, always friendly with the pub regulars as a good barmaid should be, and welcomed me into the family with affection - perhaps a little too much if I think about it now, but it was always a pleasure to see her as well as the others in her family.
It so happened that one particular Friday, it was my birthday and as much as I would have liked to have lunch with my wife or even go to the pub down the road from work with some of my colleagues, nothing like that materialised. In fact my wife had taken the day off to go out with her parents and I knew Polly would be behind the bar in their pub as a result. I decided to drive over and have a quiet drink with her and the few locals who did call in at lunchtimes and so found myself pulling up in the almost deserted car park around 12.30 hoping that Polly would be happy to see me and have a little chat.
She was serving a customer as I walked in and looked up at me as I made my way to the bar.
"This is a surprise," she said, "What brings you out here at lunchtime?"
"It's my birthday, so I thought you might want to treat me to a free drink!" I laughed. "I might even wait about after closing time to give you a hand to clear up."
"That would be nice, although it shouldn't take too long," she answered. "What do you want to drink then?"
"I'll just have a shandy," I replied, "I'm driving and should be going back to work too so I'll need a clear head!"
She poured me a pint of shandy and moved across the bar to serve some customers. They wanted food as well, so as cook and barmaid combined, Polly had to leave the bar to prepare their lunch.
"Look after the bar for me please," Polly said as she disappeared into the kitchen, "There might be someone who needs drinks."
"OK," I said and got up from my seat to walk round behind the bar. Polly was gone and back in what seemed like a minute and in that time I didn't need to serve anyone. She served the food and left the customers to their meal.
When she returned to the bar, we chatted a while longer and the customers eventually all paid and left. It was about 15 minutes to closing time and it looked unlikely that anyone else would come in.
"I think I'll close early," Polly said "No sense in sitting around just waiting on the off chance someone will come in now."
With that she left the bar and went to lock the door.
"You did say you would help me clear up!"
"Yes, I did," and I started clearing the few empty glasses from nearby tables, standing them on the bar near the glass washer.
Then I went through to the dining area where Polly was already clearing a table. The sight of her bending across the table showing off her ample cleavage while she cleared the table made my groin tingle and I caught my breath.
She heard the intake of breath and looked up as I approached, then glanced down as she caught where I was looking.
"Oops!" she said, starting to stand up and cover her gaping blouse with one hand.
"Don't," I reached for her hand, "Let me help you."
I reached the top button on her blouse and popped it open, followed by the next and the third, revealing more of her large titties in a functional white bra. I pulled Polly closer to me with the loose blouse and bent to kiss her mouth, my tongue sliding between her lips to tangle with hers.
My hands kneaded her breasts and she moaned softly in our kiss.
"I've wanted this for a long time," I breathed. "Let me hold your wonderful tits and caress your nipples."
As I said that, I unbuttoned her blouse completely and reached round to unclasp her bra, allowing her breasts to fall loose. I pushed the material up over her tits and took them in my hands, rubbing her erect nipples with my thumbs, making them stand up even more.
"That feels so good," Polly sighed as she ran her hands across my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as she went. She pulled my shirt open and found my nipples with her hands, copying the rubbing motion I was doing to hers as she pinched and pulled them erect. She lowered her head to my chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth, biting it gently as it slipped between her lips.
Her hands had now descended to my waist and were busy undoing my belt and zip, rubbing my now very hard cock as she undid my trousers.
"Touch me," I whispered, "I want you to feel what you do to me."
Polly slid her hand into my boxers and grasped my erection. She started to pump it slowly, making me moan as my foreskin slid back and forth over my now purple mushroom head. Her touch was soft and gentle and as pre-cum oozed over my helmet, she smeared it around my cock to lubricate the wanking motion.
I pushed her backwards over another table and then lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing matching functional white panties beneath her tights. My hand ran up and down her thighs, my fingers grazing her pussy as I reached the top. She opened her legs wider as if to invite me to touch her so I slipped my hands under her skirt and pulled her tights down, letting them drop to the floor in a heap. Then I slid my hand into the warmth of the crevice between her thighs, rubbing my index finger across the ever growing damp patch on her panties. Polly moaned as I pressed my fingers harder against her wet cunt, pushing her panty fabric into her hot, wet hole and exposing the edges of her hairy bush.
