My submission for @EA_unadorned’s birthday contest.
“It’s my birthday!” I blurt, then blush.
Oh my god, why did I just say that out loud? How pathetic can you get? Hi cute bartender, it’s my birthday and I am sitting here drinking alone. Business trips on your birthday are not that fun. I wish I at least knew one person in this town. I wonder if Gina from college still lives here, I should check Facebook…
Interrupting my thoughts, a drink I’m sure I didn’t order appears in front of me.
“What’s this?” I say as I look up into the bartender’s eyes. Blue, I note.
“For your birthday, on the house.” he says with a little wink. OK, maybe this evening is looking up. I know it’s a bartender’s job to flirt with the patrons, but he is adorable and sexy and who cares? I smile back and hold his eyes as I take a sip.
“Wow, what IS this? It’s amazing!” It really is, spicy yet somehow floral, it burns going down and leaves my mouth a little tingly. In between slinging drinks for the few other patrons at the bar, he proceeds to tell me all about cinnamon infused whiskey and anise seed syrup, champagne and ginger and sugar. We flirt over herbs and spices as he brings me a mint and chamomile cocktail. His voice is incredible, low and playful, making his ruminations on cucumbers and gin sound like cool caresses at the back of my neck. I shiver.
Three drinks and two hours later, I am hot and beaming. Bad mood gone. Birthday salvaged. Time to go back to the hotel on a high note (and fantasize about Cute Bartender while sliding my vibrator around my clit).
When I reluctantly get up to leave, he says “I’ve got a break coming up, let me walk you to your hotel.” It’s only two blocks away but I’m reluctant to part from his company and the escort would be nice. And maybe…if his break was long enough…?
As we start down the sidewalk he puts my hand in the crook of his arm, whispering something amusing in my ear as he does. I shiver again and lean into him, turning in invitation, feeling his erection against my hip. Oh, this is getting very interesting… I slide my free hand down to stroke him through his jeans, lifting my eyes to his as he sucks in a breath. “How long do you have?” I ask, mentally crossing my fingers.
“Fifteen minutes,” he whispers into my neck, hands snaking around my ass, pressing me close. I whimper with disappointment. Not enough time for him to get to the hotel, fuck me properly, and get back to work. “Don’t worry, I have a plan,” I feel him smiling as he kisses my jaw, moving to cover my mouth with his before I have a chance to ask about a plan. Jesus, he can kiss. I can definitely do this for fifteen minutes.
He breaks away, breathing heavily, his cock hard as a rock against me now. Too many clothes! I feel him grab my hand and lead me around the corner into the blind alley behind the bar. “Umm, are you sure this is safe?” I stammer. It isn’t too disgusting, but it’s not exactly pristine.
“It’s fine, the only other person who uses this space is watching the bar right now.” Then he pushes me up against the brick wall and slips his tongue into my mouth. Hard. Yes, OK. The alley is perfect, gorgeous, love it!
He starts to unbutton my shirt, gives up and rips it open, pulling my bra down in the process, immediately lowering his head to my tits. Sucking and teasing and biting like they are air and he is drowning. I’m practically coming at this alone. I know we don’t have time and I can’t wait. I fumble at his waistband, trying to get his shirt off and his fly open at the same time. FOCUS! I focus on his fly, the important part after all, and gasp with relief and hunger when I see his cock spring free. So, no underwear then, for some reason that makes me giggle. Everything is so frantic and fast and my giggle turns to a moan as I slip my mouth over the head of his cock and slide my lips along to the base. I grip his ass to hold him there, adjusting to his size (!!!) as I hear him laugh a little and moan, “You’re not one for taking it slow, eh?”
Slow? We only have 15 minutes, which of course I don’t say, because my mouth is full of cock. I can feel him getting harder (how is that even possible?!) and after a few seconds, he cups the back of my neck with his hand and pulls me up his body. I don’t want to leave my current post, but then his mouth is on mine and I hear him opening a condom wrapper. Then, faster than I think is possible, his fingers are pulling up my skirt and, oh Jesus, slipping my panties aside and sliding right into me. “God, you’re so wet,” he rasps in my ear, which makes me even wetter. I reach down and grab him, sliding one leg up around his hip. He gets the hint.
Suddenly I’m slammed against the brick wall, his cock pressing into my pussy, he braces himself, grips my leg at his waist and slows down so I can feel him spreading me bit by bit as he pants in my ear. I’m connected to the earth by one toe on the ground and my shoulder blades digging into the wall. My hands grip his shoulders and hang on for dear life. The upward thrusts and his grip on my leg have me desperate to come. He can tell and pants, “Come for me, birthday girl.” With a scream and a whimper I do. He follows immediately after with a groan and a shudder and the only thing holding us up is the brick wall and his dead weight against my chest.
“That’s most definitely the best birthday present I’ve ever received.” I say, after I stop seeing stars and can breathe again. I feel him smile against my neck, “good.”