They say if there is anything you want to know about a town go to the local bar. Since I had been separated from the school district, due to cutbacks, not the board’s pay cutbacks, I think it was time to move on. So, I packed up my one-room walk-up and headed out.
Crystal Lake looked as good as any other town, and it has a bar. I checked in to the Crystal Lake Boarding House with all three suitcases and started for the bar.
The Dump was anything but a dump. High class, no, but it was a nice bar, and the air was filled with succulent aromas for consumption. I walked up to the bar and asked the lady if I sat at a table, would I have to come to the bar for service?
“Good evening. You probably know I’m new in town. Not being a wise guy, if I sit at a table should I come up to the bar for service?”
“My name is Lydia, and you are?”
“I’m Tony Divers. I was working for the school district in the next city, and they cut a bunch of us. So, here I am and I’m just kind of fussy.”
“Tony, first welcome to The Dump, second, it is a pleasure to meet you, and third by that big fat smile on your face and twinkling eyes, I think you lied to Lydia about being in a foul mood. If you lie to Lydia again, I will be forced to take you out behind the bar and whip your ass. Now, since we have both lied to each other, don’t do it again.”
“Miss Lydia, I promise never to lie to you again. I don’t want you to beat my butt”
We both had a good laugh then she said that since I am new in town, she would buy the first round.
Lydia studied Tony for a bit. He sat there drinking his beer quietly and friendless. It’s dull as hell here tonight. Maybe I’ll just sit with him until someone comes in. He’s good-looking and must be smart if he was with a school district. I wonder what he is looking for.
It was closing time at The Dump, and I walked up to Tony. He was lost in thought. He was tired and worried. As a bartender, you also get a degree in “people”. You see the good times and the bad. I was worried Tony was headed for bad times. I was wiping the bar aimlessly when Sam Frickers came in.
“Same old rot gut Sam?”
“Yea, only have time for one. Got to get home. The in-laws are coming in and I need some courage.”
“Sam, what don’t you like about your wife’s folks?”
“They’re still breathing!”
Sam was finishing his boilermaker, and I kept an eye on Tony. Probably more than I should have. He was really a nice-looking guy. I started getting feelings I have not had in years. My crotch hasn’t been wet for years. Right now, looking at Tony, it’s all I can do to keep from shoving my hand in my pants and pushing a finger into me. He had me in heat and he hadn’t even made a move. I went over to him and sat down.
“Tony, what are you looking for, I mean besides work? You have the expression of a person that is lost. Looking for something, but you don’t know what.”
He looked at me and took a pull from his beer and licked the foam from his upper lip. I felt like he was licking my throbbing clit. My panties were soaked with wanting Tony.
“Lydia, I don’t know how to answer you. Six years ago, my wife and I split, done. I was really getting into the school scene, mentoring students, teaching economics, and really working with parents in the conferences. Now. I have nothing. Nothing. I have no idea where to start from being finished. Does any of that make sense?”
“Sure, it does. I understand. I was in just about the same place when I bought this place. Then, it was properly named, The Dump. It was a dump. I decided to change it. What can I do to help you?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t fucking know!”
Call me a vulture or whatever you choose, but I did not want Tony to leave. I wanted him cumming. Cumming in me. How do I get him to stay without it appearing that I am just conning him?
“Hey, I know it ain’t much, but have you ever bare-backed? You know, fill up the cooler with beer and soda, put ice in the ice keeper, and stuff like that. I will pay you. You could spend the time deciding what you want to do. Well, what do you think?”
“Sounds like a plan. I know the motel is going to want their money on a regular basis. And obviously, I do not have a steady job. Thanks, I’ll be your bar back.”
I asked Tony to come in on Sunday afternoon. The bar is closed until five and I told him we could go over his chores. As agreed, Tony was knocking on the back door exactly at two thirty.
We went over what needed to be done before the bar opened. Beer cases filled, soda case filled, ice in the chest to the brim. Then I told him, the hard liquor on the shelves behind the bar had to be enough for the night. How much is enough, I told him he would get the hang of it. I showed Tony the basement, where the cases of beer needed to be stacked, and how many to have in the cooler. I showed him how to check the barrels to make sure they had enough in them. I turned to tell him about the cooling system, but he was right there. I mean right there.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to crowd you.”
“It’s, a, it’s okay. You didn’t know I was going to turn a–a-around.”
He looked into my eyes and without another word, his lips were on top of mine. He was kissing me long and hard. God, knees don’t fail me. He was slowly splitting my lips with his tongue. I was certain he was reaching for my tonsils. I didn’t realize I was sucking his tongue. He pulled me to him, and my aching crotch felt his concrete erection pushing on my pelvis. I was having a minor orgasm.
He turned me so my back was against the stacks of beer cases. He grabbed my ass and started to lick my tonsils again. As he kept me preoccupied with his tongue, he was unbuttoning my top. I did not resist when he pushed it from my shoulders, and then released my aching breasts from their bondage.
Tony bent over and began sucking my breast and nibbling my nipples alternating from right to left. He started biting my hard nipples as he unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor along with my panties. Gently, he laid me back on the empty beer cases and his eyes never left mine. He removed his tee shirt and unzipped his shorts. Since he was not wearing underwear his raging cock bounded from his shorts.
Tony spread my legs and climbed on the beer boxes. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and then slowly inserted his throbbing erection into my waiting and wanting opening. I was so wet; nothing could have stopped him from entering my pulsing vagina. He lowered himself onto me so gently and began kissing me long and hard again. Finally, he stopped and moved to my aching breasts. His firm hands fondled me, gently at first, and then his grasp became firmer.
When he had the grip of almost trying to strangle my breasts, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and at the same time, shoved his rigid manhood into my demanding vagina. That was it. I wrenched my lips from his and started shouting.
“Damn it, Tony, dammit. Pump me long and hard. I want every inch of you in me. I want to feel the tip of your cock poking at my cervix, now do it now, I’m cumming, damn it I’m cumming so hard.”
He started with long rhythmic strokes. As I begged and pleaded to be hammered, he was insistent on how I would be ravaged. He was going to own me and my orgasm no matter how I pleaded. Then, slowly, the pounding started. The pounding started faster and harder. The onslaught continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then it was his turn.
“Lydia. I can’t hold back any longer.”
Oh my God, music to my ears, as he gushed stream after stream of hot sperm into me. The pounding started to wane. His breathing was out of control but slowly recovering. I could feel his satisfied cock leaving me. I didn’t have the strength to stop the withdrawal, and neither did he.
We lay there, on the beer boxes, panting from the recovery. Looking at each other wondering what had just happened, and not caring why it happened.
Tony no longer is a resident of the Crystal Lake Boarding House. He is a perfect employee. I have promoted him to bartender and server. To ensure his continued “loyalty” Tony receives frequent raises. Even when we are straightening up the bar after closing.
