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I’d recently started working at a small bar in town, by recently, I was on my 6th month. Having just turned thirty six, was single and very horny, I needed a job and this fitted well as it was evening work, leaving me free to enjoy my days how I pleased. However since working at the bar, it had escalated my sexual desires to maximum, and I couldn’t stop it. My mind constantly full of rude thoughts, my body charged, with so much pent up frustration. I was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. I hid it by playfully flirting with the punters and my colleagues. But thats all it ever amounted to, my bed was always empty, and had been that way for well over a year, despite my strong urges. The reason behind my frustration began six months ago, when I first entered stepping inside the bar.

While I waited for my interview, sat at the bar sipping a glass of wine, I see him approaching. I am instantly frozen, taken aback by him, I nearly fall off my stool. How his body moved with such fluidity and power, he oozed sexiness and I found my heart racing as he drew closer. My eyes watching his legs, the powerful strides, how the fabric moved with him, the slight swaying at his crotch, that I knew was his length swaying as it moved within. Shaking his firm hand as I revel in the feeling, while watching his body move, the heat from his body along with his scent had me so moist, I had to fidget slightly as I got to my feet.

My chest heaving, lifting my bosom towards him as we stood a moment.

Leading me to a table, he orders us both a drink, as I was clutching an empty glass, blissfully unaware as he had me so flustered and disoriented. He had a whisky, and had refilled my glass with red wine. As he sat across the rickety table, asking me questions, with the soft sound of the music playing around us, the dim lights from the bar and the smell of his cologne, I was hooked. Watching his lips as he spoke, not hearing his words as I feel myself lost in a daze, thinking about kissing him.

Lewis, a single twenty four year old tease, with his tight dark curls, longing to have me pull them. His body fresh and tight, begging me to lick it. I watch his lips moving, imagining kissing them, biting his lip before pushing my tongue deep into his mouth, to taste and feel his breath.

I answer his questions, all the while my head is swimming of thoughts, not really listening as I was imagining his naked body, what his young body looked like, his white cotton shirt teasing me.

The faint shadows of his nipples with tiny black hairs poking from the button holes nearing them. My eyes imagining how many more he had grown, smothering his chest like a soft blanket, or just a handful of newly grown curls. He was hot and made me instantly wet as I sat there. Crossing my legs to suppress the tingling building inside my core, I take a large gulp of my wine, hoping he didn’t notice. Not wanting him to think I was a heavy drinker, despite that being somewhat true, I did like my wine.

Seeing him look at me, his eyes so innocent, unaware I was imagining his body tangled with mine as I enjoyed every inch. Trying to focus, I look at his face, he was wanting to ask me another question.

“So, Mrs Knight, em…….is there anything you wish to know?” His eyes looking into mine, his deep green pools had me mesmerised for a moment.

“Oh no, it’s Miss, I’m not married.” I quickly correct him, a faint smile forms on my lips as I say it, keeping my eyes on his. Silently saying ‘I’m all yours’ as I bite my lip, looking down at my drink, watching him get flustered slightly, redness filling his cheeks as he quickly writes something on the papers he had before him.

“I am single.” I add softly, in a low whisper, he fidgets slightly, before glancing back at me.

“Ah sorry……..not sure….” He mumbled quietly.

“It’s fine.” Sliding my hand across the table, resting it over his, he jumps, quickly pulling his hand back in a startled manner.

“Yes……..em……ok, so Miss Knight….”

“Amber” I quickly add. Smiling as I could see he was very nervous from my touching him. I smile to myself. This was going to be very interesting in deed. His face was red as he finished the interview, the tension between us brewing, I could see he was flushed, I watched him move away, his firm cheeks beating together beneath the fabric, their shape filling his trousers as he walked behind the bar and into the back out of sight. He had given me the job, which was a shock to me, as I knew he could see my excitement as I sat there, I had found it impossible to hide the instant reaction I had when I saw him. From the first moment I saw him, there was an instant reaction, which took me by surprise. Something stirred inside me, deep in my core, fluttering like butterflies tickling my uterus, sending pulses through me, making my legs shake as it grew stronger the longer he was near me.

Over the next few weeks, things went well. I had settled in and found my feet within the Beşevler escort place. It was as though I had always been there, the other staff welcomed me and were all lovely too. Lewis didn’t work the bar much, only coming in occasionally to check things were ok, he normally remained in his office round the back of the bar. Despite him not always being around, I was still getting the naughty thoughts and desires for him. Whenever he came through, I instantly reacted, my heart skipping and my body tensing as it started to pulse and twitch.

As a way of coping, also a distraction I had made a mental list in my head, detailing all of my fantasies and desires, all centred around him and what erotic things I wanted to do with him. I couldn’t help but daydream about him, imagining his hands touching every inch of my body, his lips on my skin, his cock buried deep inside me. I longed to make my feelings and desires known, terrified of what he might think, or worse rejection.

He knew I was a flirt and seemed unfazed by my previous advances, dismissing them as a bit of fun, though they were very real. I disguised it by flirting with some of the other male staff, so it was a little less obvious. They all saw it as part of my way, I guess. I always made sure I looked good when at work, as I was always hoping that one day, one day he would turn back and kiss me, showing he wanted me too. It didn’t. He was very much a gentleman, professional and always very sweet.

Now I’d been working at the bar for six months, everyone was used to my sexed enthusiasm, thinking it was just my hyper bubbly personality, skittish and a bit wild, which yes, I am all of those. Little did they know just how deep my desires went, I think they would all be shocked if they truly knew what was going through my head with regarding Lewis. My thoughts certainly needed censoring as they were shameful, yet it helped me cope as I felt it would only ever remain exactly that, a fantasy in my head, never a reality.

However, my chance finally came when Lisa, our usual barmaid, called in sick. Lewis said he’d cover her as no one else was available. I was beyond excited and nervous at the same time. The thought of having him inches from me all night, working so closely together, made my heart race and my insides stir at the thought. I tried to focus on my work, but my gaze kept drifting over to him, admiring the way he moved, talked to the customers, how he laughed.

I could feel my body radiating heat as my mind wondered, and I was sure he could tell how much I wanted him. I just couldn’t get the lucid thoughts from my mind, I wanted him so bad, my body ached all over.

As the night wore on, and the last customer finally left, I found myself lingering behind the bar, helping Lewis clean up. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was determined to make my move. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, I turned to face him. As he looked up at me, his dark green eyes meeting mine, my knees almost gave out.

“Hey, listen,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, as I hold myself up with the bar, knowing I was shaking slightly.

“I wanted to… I mean, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

He cocked his head to the side, curiosity evident in his expression.

“Really?”

“I want…….to help you..”

I quickly change my words, panicking from his stare, I had lost my ability to think and form any meaningful words, my mind a-blank. My cheeks flushed crimson as I trailed off, unable to meet his gaze. Lewis’s expression turned thoughtful, and then he chuckled softly.

“You’ve been giving off some pretty strong vibes tonight.”

He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

“What do you want?”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Still unable to speak, I stare at him, all my urges suddenly flood my body like an avalanche, making me unable to speak as I feel my nipples harden, poking through the fabric of my top. I watch as his eyes notice, my breathing rapid as I could feel the air change around us. As though it was charging and building its power ready to strike, his eyes move back to mine, this time they looked different, no longer soft, he had a hunger in them, making me bite my lip and take a deep breathe.

Watching him in disbelief as he seemed pleased by my advances through the night, as if I’d entertained him.

“Come on……..Let’s see where this goes.”

Taking my hand, leading me around the counter, He laughed as he pulled me behind him. As we moved away from the bar, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration and fear all at once.

We made our way to his small office at the back of the bar, and as soon as the door was closed behind us, he pinned me against it, his body pressing against mine. His lips found mine in a hungry, demanding kiss, and I felt my resolve melting away as I surrendered to his touch.

His hands slid all over me as his lips moves with them, pushing him back, Büyükesat escort the sudden rush of lust desire filing my every thought, the longing for this moment. Seeing the hunger on his face, the bulging in his trousers, knowing, this was it. I push off my knickers and skirt, quickly followed by my top, my naked swells now before him, my nipples hard from my arousal.

He had pushed his trousers down. they were at his ankles. I’m left stunned a moment seeing his huge erection, having spent many hours imagining what his penis looked like and how he would use it to pleasure me. I am left staring, marvelling at how large and wide he was.

Seeing my breasts lifting naked before him. he moves forward, lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel his hardness pressing against my centre. My dampness was coating his end as it pressed against me. His lips pressing into me hard as I moan into his kiss, arching my back as he lowered me down onto his waiting hard cock, filling me up in one long, deep stroke. Marking me gasp as it took my breath away.

Pushing me against the door with the power of his movements, he began thrusting into me with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me with his rhythm, and I could feel the desperation building inside me as my need for him grew. Growling as he pulled back, he beckoned me to lay down.

Moving to the floor, on my back as he lowered over me, I scratch my nails down his back as he lifts my ankles onto his shoulders, he was pumping deeper, harder. As my body began to writhe beneath him, his pace quickened, he growled low in his throat as he lost control, pounding into me over and over again. My breath came in quick gasps as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, and then suddenly, impossibly, it crashed over me in a wave of bliss. My muscles spasmed around him, and I cried out as my orgasm shook my very core.

Lewis followed close behind, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he reached his peak. His grip on me tightened, and he growled out another rough moan as his hips bucked violently, filling me with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, his weight pressing down on my aching body. After a moment, he pulled out, his erection slipping free from my slick folds, as he knelt back, leaning against the wall, catching his breath, he looked down at me. I felt a rush of warmth spread through my body as I looked up at him, my chest still heaving from the exertion of our lovemaking.

His eyes met mine, and there was a look of surprise and contentment there, as if he hadn’t expected this intensity between us. He reached out, running a calloused finger down my cheek, wiping away a stray strand of hair.

“That was… unbelievable,” He gasped in between breathes.

The smell of our passion lingered in the air, making the room feel almost intimate, despite the fact that we were still in his cramped little office. I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for us. Was this a one-time thing, or had we just crossed some invisible line that would change everything?

Lewis seemed to be wrestling with the same thoughts, his expression a mix of emotions as he looked down at me.

“I don’t know what to say,”

He finally admitted, his voice still rough from exertion.

“I mean… I never expected this to happen.”

I couldn’t help but feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I looked back at him.

“Neither did I”

I lied, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair. His skin was warm beneath my touch, and it felt so right to be able to touch him like this, without fear or hesitation. Lewis smiled down at me, a small, tentative expression that made my heart skip a beat.

“Do you want more?” He asked. “Or… you….want to… forget about it?”

I considered his words for a moment, unsure if he meant more now, or as in the future. Without a word, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto the desk, burying his face in my neck as he began to thrust into me once more, grinding his hips against mine. The friction between us was almost unbearable, I arched my back, digging my nails into his arms as I felt myself begin to lose control. He paused for a moment, looking at me with eyes that were both wild and intensely focused. Then, with a growl, he thrust into me, his movements urgent and demanding.

I cried out, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment for years. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, and with each thrust, I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Finally, with a shout that echoed through the small office, I came, my body bucking wildly beneath him. He followed close behind, his grip on my hips tightening as he emptied himself into me. Our breath came in fast, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. When at last he pulled out of me, I collapsed back onto the desk, spent and Çankaya escort satiated. He leaned down, kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips.

“That was wild.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. I didn’t answer him. All I knew was that in this moment, with him, I was finally, truly alive. We move to the floor and lay together in a tangle of limbs, our sweat-slicked skin sticking to each other. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes were soft and warm, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“I’m a bad boss,” He said, tracing a finger along the line of my jaw, moving his finger down my chest to my nipple, circling it, the feeling sending little shudders through my body to my toes. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Time seemed to slow down as we lay there, lost in each other’s gazes. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us and the connection that bound us together. I knew that we couldn’t go back to being like we were, not after this. No matter what happened, we would always have this moment, this memory, and the knowledge that we had given ourselves to each other completely and without reservation. I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I knew that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. With him, that was until he shattered the moment.

“I think… maybe we shouldn’t let this happen again……….” He added quietly. Despite his words, I knew he wanted more.

As we lay there in the small, cramped office, the air around us heavy with the unspoken understanding that something had shifted between us, I felt a sense of hope and anticipation well up inside me. A sadness swept over me as I get myself dressed, not wanting the moment to end.

After what he said, I was unsure if he had wanted a one time thing or if he actually wanted more. I clung to the hope that it would in fact happen again.

As I drove home, my thoughts kept returning to the events of the evening. I couldn’t shake the memory of his touch, the taste of his lips on mine. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Maybe because I’d wanted something more between us for so long, I’d hoped for more. When I finally arrived at my apartment, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion washing over me in a warm wave.

My dreams were filled with images of Lewis and me, our bodies tangled together in the moonlight, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. In the hazy space between sleeping and dreaming, I couldn’t help but wonder where this newfound connection would take us. Would we be able to find a way to balance our lives at the bar with this newfound intimacy? Or would it all come crashing down around us, like a house of cards in a hurricane? Only time would tell.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, my body tangled in the sheets. I rolled over, squinting at the harsh glow of the digital numbers, and then remembered everything that had happened the night before. My heart raced at the thought of seeing Lewis later that evening, of what might happen between us. My shift was to start at 5pm. As I climbed out of bed and began my morning routine, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. Throughout the day, I found myself checking the clock constantly, waiting for the moment when I could leave work and head back to the bar.

When the time finally came, I grabbed my things and hurried off, my mind already on the encounter that awaited me.

As I stepped through the familiar doors of the bar and made my way to his office, my heart began to race. The moment I saw him, standing there by the window, I knew that everything had changed. As he turned and saw me, my heart skipped as though it was dancing, making my stomach flutter as the tingling in my groin returned.

The air between us instantly filled with an invisible electricity, it was clear that we were both feeling the same way. Lewis looked at me, the look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. It was a look of desire and longing, of need.

Without a word, he crossed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a hungry, passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving together in a dance that felt both exciting and new. When we finally parted for air, I looked up at him, my chest heaving from the exertion of our embrace.

“I don’t know what’s happening between us,”

He whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “But I don’t want it to stop.”

I could only nod in agreement, my heart racing with the same intensity as his. The air between us was charged with the possibility of something more, something deeper, and we both knew that we were on the brink of something extraordinary. Wanting nothing more than to tear off our clothes and let our bodies join in a rhythmic dance of sweat and passion, though we resist, the bar was open and busy.

As we continued the shift together, the new dynamic between us was very clear. My colleagues could sense the shift in our energy, the electricity that seemed to flow between us whenever we were close.

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