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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Many moons ago I used to work at a pub in Wimbledon, unfortunately it's now a Costa Coffee, so any of you who know Wimbledon may well know where I'm talking about and the people involved...
Well this pub was run by a lovely couple, J&H, J must have been in his 50s and H soon to be reaching hers. They ran the pub like clock work, J covered the beers and drinks, H the food and people.
Now J was a bit of a randy old sod and ran a very strict hiring policy. His policy was to hire based on whether or not he fancied the applicant, it meant he only hired women. Luckily, my old man and J were mates so I circumnavigated the hiring policy and landed a job there without an interview. It meant that there were a lot of very pretty barmaids to work with. For a long time I was the only guy working behind the bar, for a horny 18 year old it was a dream job.
There was R, a northern lass with a sharp tongue, but a body to die for, a tight little ass she regularly showed off with hot pants and short skirts and breasts she struggled to keep under her skimpy tops. There was H, the girl next door type, long blonde hair, a perfect smile, per mantle bronzed skin and a body that would turn the head of the Pope. There was A, a more studious girl, always with her head in a book, glasses on the tip of her nose, ass pushed out behind the bar, begging for a spank. K, an Indian girl from London, with her naughty comments and endless flirting, N a slightly larger girl with the most stunning face, eyes so big with fluttery lashes and a tush you just wanted sat over your face, or at least that's why I thought J had hired her, dirty bugger. The girls behind the bar were a stunning bunch, something to meet every fantasy and certainly enough to keep the men on the other side of the bar ordering all night long.
Being the most junior member of the team, and the only guy it meant I was often given the worst chores around the bar, cleaning the cellar for instance was one I enjoyed the least. Locked beneath the bar for a couple of hours scrubbing the floors, cleaning the lines, restocking the fridges. It was grim work, and R as senior barmaid took great pleasure in sending me down there, especially on mornings when she knew I'd had a big night before.
The hatch to the cellar was behind the bar and R would stand there proudly with it open, ordering me into the depths below. I'm not sure if she meant to, but she always stood right over the hatch meaning that when I looked up I would always catch a naughty up skirt glance.
This went on for a few weeks, R bossing me about, ordering me into the cellar and me stealing a peek up her skirt. She always wore thin lacy underwear, the sort that doesn't leave much to the imagination, her tightly trimmed bush just showing through. I won't lie, I did have a few wanks thinking about reaching up her skirt and feeling her soft mound.
Then one morning, as R opened the hatch door for me, she leant into my ear and said 'I've got a surprise for you today, don't think I haven't noticed you looking up my skirt every time you go down there'. My cheeks blushed and I mumbled something along the lines of 'I don't know what you're talking about'. 'Well make sure you take a good look today' she said as I started my descent.
As my face passed her crotch she lifted her dress hem a little. No underwear today. 'I know you've been thinking about this' she said quietly, I looked up at her and she winked at me. As I disappeared into the room below she turned slightly so I saw her ass, and glistening, just a little, was what looked like the jewelled end of butt plug protruding between her cheeks. I tried to get a better look, but she closed the hatch above me.
Down in the cellar I felt my cock throbbing for some attention, knowing I'd be down there alone for a while I reached in and started to stroke myself. For all this time I thought she'd had no idea I'd been peeking up her skirt. Now, it transpired, not only did she know, she'd been thinking about it and devising some sort of plan. I wanked my cock wondering what it might be...
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