1. What Were the Chances?


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Jayne33, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    July 1st 2013 I had just started a long shift behind the bar and I wasn’t in the mood for being friendly to customers. I’d had a row with my boyfriend, Chris, before I’d left the house. I can’t even remember what the row had been about; it was that meagre and irrelevant. The cause of the arguments never stayed put in my mind because the rough make up sex would always wipe my memory of the reasons why. Thankfully, the bar had been quiet that night, so my cheeks only slightly ached from the fake, gracious smiles I had used to mask over my real emotions. At the age of thirty, I hadn’t planned to still be working at the bar, but I was good at my job. I knew what the customers wanted and I was really good at reading people. When the majority of the after-work crowd had left and there was a lull at the bar, I decided to take a wander out to the tables and collect some empties. My mind was elsewhere as I weaved my way through the tables, stacking the pint glasses in my collection tray. I mindlessly cleared the empty tumblers off a younger man’s table. He was sat alone in one of the window seats and broke from people watching to look over at me, “Thanks. Much appreciate, Doll.” I looked at him with a slightly bemused expression. Somehow the air of sophistication that came from him when he spoke, didn’t match the sight of the baby-faced, casually dressed, messy haired, guy who was in front of me. I was about to ask him if he wanted another drink, noticing that his scotch was almost ...
    gone, but a shout from a regular customer at the bar stopped me before I could ask. I turned to see Paul waving an empty glass in the air, which is the international sign for, ‘Can I get another drink?’ By the time I’d served the new wave of customers and had chance to look over in Scotch Boy’s direction, his table was empty and he’d obviously left for the night. The rest of my shift passed in a blur and before I knew it I was heading home, soon to be in the comfort of my man’s arms, as we relaxed together on the sofa in front of the television. I was thankful he’d forgotten about our row before my shift and enjoyed using his stomach as a pillow, nestled and relaxing with his arm securely around me. We weren’t big talkers, so we watched in silence, just relaxing. His hand came to my neck. I could tell from the pressure of his fingers against my skin that he was after something. I was really enjoying feeling having his hands on me. He grabbed my neck and pulled my head towards his cock, which was still encased in his joggers, but his erection was clear as day. I stroked his cock through the fabric, before getting frustrated and ripping them off with one pull. It was delicious to feel the soft skin and warmth of his sturdy cock in the palm of my hand. Meanwhile, his fingers had slipped beneath my panties and he fingered my pussy roughly. He tore off my bottoms, before mauling my pussy making me soaking wet. Sticking his fingers inside me and collecting my juices, his other hand ...
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