A little story from him: After a few years in England, homesickness drove me back home. I wasn’t supposed to start my new job for two months and since I didn’t want to touch the savings, I decided to look for a part-time job. A little frustrated by my partner at the time and actually already having the separation in my head, I didn’t care where, when or as what I was supposed to work; the main thing is away, and always for a long time.
After a short thought, the idea occurred to me to revive my old profession during my studies and work as a bartender. On the one hand, because it was night. In this way, I was able to combine my part-time job and my future job for at least a while, and earn some extra money so that I could set up my new apartment as a future single. In addition, it is not the worst thing to work in a discotheque to start flirting one or the other and to work where others party and have fun.
The right opportunity was quickly found. Not far from where I live, Oberhausen Centro, was a disco that had an age-appropriate audience, since I was also less than 20 years old. An agreement was quickly reached and I started the job. It was probably not as easy as I had imagined it to be. But it worked. I quickly became familiar with one or the other female guest and I enjoyed the attention of those who wanted to have a drink mixed for themselves.
One evening, it was a Saturday when the place wasn’t too full, the three of us stood behind the bar and were able to have a little chat with colleagues between quite relaxed, sometimes boring work and smoke a cigarette or two in between. Since we were quite absorbed in our conversation, we actually had no idea who was entering the disco and when. We only processed our few orders and kept talking.
When my two colleagues wanted to smoke a cigarette too, I was forced to take care of the bar. I started to clean the counter a little and had thoughts returned to my private life, with which I was not at all satisfied. Frustrated, bored with the arguments, no sex for weeks, and if so, it was just so that I wouldn’t have to lend a hand at the moment. But the evening should help.
When I was wiping the counter almost lethargically, a female guest suddenly stood in front of me. I looked up, smiled … She smiled and said, “A Bacardi-Cola”. And I said, completely astonished, overwhelmed by the sight and completely sexually underserved: “… and I’ll still fuck you today”. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself. “What did you just say?” Boss behind you, strange woman, no idea whether she had her husband or boyfriend with her. To my luck and astonishment, she replied to my thesis in which she replied: “ok, let’s see.
“And smiled. And so she had me under her spell. She was about 1.65-1.70 m tall, high heels in patent leather, skin-tight jeans in which a really luscious ass was depicted, a relatively slim waist, a tummy that I just like in women, and as a top she wore a corsage, who really showed off their oversized tits . Horny sucking tits that only women who have already been pregnant have. She was around her mid-30s and later introduced herself as “Bina”.
A woman as I like it. Lush, no model mass, but pure sex. She was out with her sister and friend that evening. Since the three were not in my … Read more
