Naomi and the barman

Re-reading the message on her phone, Naomi couldn’t help but feel disappointed and annoyed.

Even though she’d sent back “That’s ok, I understand”, she didn’t really. She knew that the risk of dating a married man meant that sometimes he’d have to cancel their plans, she still couldn’t understand how he could pass up a night with her.

Sitting in that bar, the air conditioning was beginning to give her goosebumps. She’d selected this dress to ensure she grabbed his attention as soon as he arrived, and the teal lingerie underneath would send him to the edge of pleasure before she even touched him. But it certainly wasn’t built for warmth.

Now she’d be facing a night on her own in the king-sized bed. She was at least grateful that she’d remembered to bring some of her toys, although she had hoped he’d use them on her, instead of her having to play with herself.

“Can I get you something?” asked a deep male voice from the other side of the bar. It jolted Naomi back to reality, giving her a fright. She looked to see a handsome bartender with dark brown hair and the most delicious hazel eyes she’d ever seen. He realized that he’d scared her, and followed up with, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”.

Naomi smiled, a little taken aback by how handsome he was. “Oh, that’s ok, I was a million miles away”, she responded, then followed with “Can I have a G and T please?”

As the bartender took hold of a glass, Naomi noticed his name tag, it read “Marc”.

He started to make the drink but maintained eye contact with Naomi. There wasn’t anyone else at the bar, however, she still felt the full effect of his attention. “Waiting for someone?” the handsome bartender inquired.

The question brought Naomi back to reality. She sighed and said despondently, “I was, but now they’ve canceled”.

Marc’s smile stretched across the width of his face to that response. “Well, that’s good news for me. No one’s going to get mad about me talking to the hottest woman in the bar.”

In an instant, Naomi’s smile matched Marc’s. She felt her cheeks turn red and experienced a rush of excitement through her body. As he reached out a hand holding Naomi’s freshly prepared drink, she noticed how big his hands were, they easily covered the circumference of the glass, and her mind went to imagining his hands holding something else.

She sipped her drink and talked to him. Over those fifteen minutes, she learned about him, and his story. She examined his face, his arms, and his chest. When she’d lean across the bar, she caught him looking down her top, but she certainly didn’t mind.

Then as she was getting excited just to be near him, another bartender came in, they spoke to Marc, and they began cleaning at the other end of the bar. Marc returned to Naomi and said, “Well, that’s the end of my shift, thanks for making it a great one”.

Naomi felt a sense of sadness, but also a level of bravery and self-confidence she hadn’t mustered in some time. She reached into her handbag, to retrieve her purse. She took out the money to pay for her drink plus a tip, she then found the second room key to her suite. She wrapped the keycard in the money and handed it over to Marc.

As she slid off her seat, she looked at him, and he looked at the discretely conveyed keycard and said “1901”.

Naomi left the bar, not knowing if she’d made a fool out of herself or not. She wasn’t even sure if he’d just been being nice to get a better tip or if he was as attracted to her, as she was to him. But at that point, she felt proud of herself for trying.

Returning to the room, she slipped off her shoes, and then her dress. As she sat on the bed, she admired the sexy lingerie she’d selected for one man but was now hoping to use it to please another. Her fingers ran over her body, her skin was sensitive to the touch, and she could feel herself already so wet. She started to move her fingers down when she heard the door beep and begin to open.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then in front of her stood Marc. Without the bar between them, she finally realized how tall he was, she liked that. As he walked over, he didn’t speak, but his eyes were moving over every inch of her body, Naomi moved her legs off the bed and stood to meet him.

They began kissing without a word being spoken. He had the aroma of the bar still on him, a variety of spirits, mixers, and lemon, Naomi found it the most intoxicating eau de toilette she’d ever encountered. His hands moved over her body, moving between her soft lingerie and even softer skin. She was not disappointed to feel his big rough hands on her.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, she was getting frustrated, and it boiled over with her ripping his shirt open. Buttons flew around the room like miniature bullets. He didn’t seem to mind.

At the same time, he showed that his big fingers were still quite dextrous, as he manipulated the clasps on her bra to release her breasts, her hard nipples free to press against his hard chest.

Naomi’s fingers moved to his belt, managing to undo it with minimal effort. She lowered his zip and dropped his pants to the floor. She was keen to explore his manhood and soon her fingers were pressing against a hard rod within his underwear. As she rubbed it, with only a thin layer of material between her and him, she could feel it warm already.

He began kissing her neck, while one of his hands moved to her breasts, and the other cupped her pert backside in the palm of his hand. He pulled her closer so that their bodies were sandwiched together. They were both breathing hard, aroused, and in a fireball of lust.

His fingers grasped Naomi’s g-string, and as he tugged at it, she felt it move to the ground. With it already wet, the air felt even cooler on her pussy. Then his fingers began to play, and he found out for himself just how wet she was. That first touch spurred an involuntary moan from her, as his finger simultaneously slid inside her and applied pressure to her clit.

Not realizing how aroused she was, Naomi’s body started to react to this spontaneous meeting with a stranger. The more he rubbed and excited her, the wetter she became, and the aroma of her own juices started to fill their nostrils.

Naomi’s fingers circled his hard cock, she started to grip hold of him, feeling his body react as she applied pressure. Neither was going to take long to cum.

As he kissed her neck some more, Naomi felt a wave hit her. His finger had done its trick and brought her to orgasm so fast. She moved a hand to her hard nipples and gave it a squeeze to help push her over the edge. Marc didn’t seem to realize that he’d worked magic on her already, and continued to rub. When she finally became too sensitive to continue, she grabbed his hand and moved it away.

He looked shocked and worried for a second, as though he’d don’t something wrong. Naomi leaned in and kissed his lips, as a way to reassure him, then began kissing down his neck, and his chest, until she was kneeling in front of him.

At eye level with his magnificent cock, Naomi couldn’t resist. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, the taste of pre-cum excited her. She was salivating to taste him, and the extra spit served as a perfect lubricant for her hand.

Soon enough her mouth and hand were working as a perfect combination, sliding up and down in harmony. She heard him begin to moan now, his hand moving through her hair, not pushing her head forward, but instead a gentle massage.

Her gag reflex would not allow her to take the full length of his mammoth cock, so her hand was necessary to deliver him the full pleasurable experience. She liked that she could please him to this extent, she felt him getting harder as she continued.

Then she heard what she’d hoped she would hear him say, “I’m going to cum”. Naomi continued to run her hand up and down his warm shaft but moved her head back slightly, and opened her mouth wider.

Just as she did, his warm milky cum shot from him. The first round landed in Naomi’s mouth, it tasted delicious. She looked into his eyes, with an expression that told him she wanted more. Then, more came, some landed on her face, some on her breasts, and still some landed in her mouth. She loved that she could satisfy him this way after he’d turned around her night.

As the warm cum started to run down her face she licked it up. Her fingers captured the rest of his semen from her chest as she stood back up. He didn’t hesitate when they were back face-to-face, he kissed her on the lips again. His tongue dancing with hers, Naomi was turned on that he didn’t mind tasting himself off her lips.

They moved to the bed and lay there kissing each other more. Their warm bodies pressed together. Looking into those hazel eyes again, Naomi asked, “Can you stay the night?” To which her bartender replied, “Oh I couldn’t leave now if I wanted to, I don’t have a shirt to wear”.

Naomi laughed and remembered the destruction she had visited on his clothing.

“Well then…” Naomi paused, “How about I order us some room service, and then we can have a shower and you can use some of my toys on me?”

Marc didn’t skip a beat when he replied, “Ok, but maybe you should buy me a drink first!”

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