I had graduated from school and there were still a few months before starting university. I wanted to conquer my laziness for the first time and make the most of my time, earn some money for next year. To avoid the torture of waking up early, I opted for a night job at a bar in the city center, which I had visited several times as a customer. The schedule was from 6 pm to 2 am, which suited me fine since that's when I would usually be sleeping, playing video games or watching series until I fell asleep. It wasn't too hard to get accepted, as life increases significantly at night during this time of year and they often need temporary workers.
They put me on the bar, asking customers what they wanted and taking the order to the bartender. Sometimes it was frantic and exhausting, but I got used to it over time. But none of that is important; I'm not here to tell you how I learned my job. I'm here to tell you how it was that while everyone else wanted drinks, all I could think about was screwing Clara, the bartender.
From the first day, or rather from the first minute, I fixed on her. She must have been around thirty years old, with a face like spontaneous artwork, slightly brunette, nose upturned, defined features, a kind of geometry that gave her almost mathematical beauty, brown and green eyes, attractive lips, and hair neither too long nor too short, loose, free, black. And we're getting down to it: her breasts weren't particularly large, but firm, full of life, didn't need a bra, they stayed in place on their own. She usually wore a tight t-shirt that showed part of her stomach from belly button to the start of her leggings, which was a thin waist and gave the impression of being slightly hard, exercised, but not too much. As I said, for the same reason, I would usually notice the relief of her nipples, those two little dots that distracted me from her two eyes when she arrived with the order, and I forgot everything. And well, there's still the best part, her bum, was, and I'm not exaggerating, perfect, just the right size, like two delicious apples, and I could say the same about her thighs, everything in her had the right point between volume and delicacy.
I've always been a bit shy, and this time even more so, since she was around thirty years old and I was barely eighteen, and my experiences were limited to some kisses, unfortunately, so I hardly dared to say anything more than the orders, and less still to make explicit my interest. But women always perceive desire, and she, far from being bothered by it, seemed to enjoy it.
When we closed up and everyone left, we would stay for about an hour to clean the place. And since it's not exactly safe to walk on the street at three in the morning one day she offered to take me in her car. I, quite nervous, accepted. She was trying to start a conversation, but I limited myself to responding with monosyllables. When we arrived, we said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, or rather on the corner, and then she gave me a small smile and told me quietly, don't worry, stroking my leg, perilously close to my penis, which was lifting up my pants, completely erect. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't do anything more than look at my bulge for a few seconds, raised her gaze and told me - fuck you permission to think about me when you have to release that tension that won't let you sleep -, I said goodbye and got out of the car, without fully understanding what had happened. It was true, I had to release that tension and imagine a slightly different scenario for that farewell in the car, her lowering the zipper and giving me the blowjob of my life.
On one occasion, after closing up, we were going to a kind of backyard patio to smoke some cigarettes before leaving, generally We were five or six people who participated in that tradition, but this time everyone left and we were left alone, just the two of us. And I wasn't responding with monosyllables anymore, we were having fun talking, I liked making her laugh, and listening to her. She told me she had been working there for 5 years, but was bored, wanted to leave, travel, try her luck somewhere in Europe, learn languages, live new experiences. I told her it didn't seem like she was bored, she did a great job with her work, the customers kept coming back to the bar and straight to her. - It's that I have a secret - she said, took my index finger, and led it to her nipple, went slowly caressing in soft circles, first one then another, and then skipped to my hand, there they were, her marked nipples, and my gaze unable to tear itself away from them. - Inside it doesn't always get cold, you know that better than anyone, if you're always hot, she said looking at my bulge - and I took an act of bravery, took her hand, and put it softly on my cock over the pants - To balance things out, you direct my hand, I direct yours. She laughed and said - It's getting late, better I go now before something else happens. Our post-work conversations became a habit. She would tell me about her romantic and sexual experiences, and I didn't have much to tell her, so I decided to be honest - I've only given a few kisses, and I don't think I do it well - - Well, you can teach me, just with pedagogical intentions, you know - she responded, came closer to my mouth, opened it a little, not too much later, go slow, let our tongues play, but timidly, things like that. When we had already had several classes, and almost without thinking, I put my hand on her ass, squeezing that delicious fruit slightly - Hey, you didn't teach me that - Good, good, I'm ahead of the lessons, I'm a good student - Mmmm, you deserve a prize - I bring his mouth to my neck, and he started giving me minimal kisses, barely brushing against the tip of his tongue, giving me small bites, while with his hand he was caressing my package, smoothly, opening and closing his fingers. It's hard to explain the pleasure I felt having her on my neck. I wasn't prepared for that, and ended up not even starting. Although she was far from reproaching my enthusiasm. She put my hand inside my underwear, and pulled it out covered in cum, then licked her palm with her hand.
To balance things a bit, I'll savor your flavors - He said and took my hand, sliding it inside his tight leggings. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing underwear, once inside, I explored her pussy, getting wet with her juices, and just before I dared to go further with my fingers, I pulled out my hand. I did the only thing I could do, licking the palm of my hand, savoring her warmth.
From there things only got better. The key moment was when instead of taking me home, he took me to his place, and invited me to stay. Once inside, he told us we had to keep practicing. And boy did I learn over the next few weeks.
I licked his nipples, my tongue circling around his areola, barely biting him, carefully. I listened to his moans, sometimes whispers, sometimes loud outbursts. I learned that you have to go slow, descend into her wind, slide my fingers down her arms, down her back. Recount the time, the interior of her thighs with my lips, recognize the terrain, get used to her body, allow her pussy to moisten, like a lake where I could soon immerse myself, or more than a lake, a hot spring. And well, what I liked most was licking her pussy, taking my time, drinking her, tasting her, feeling her flavor soaking my face. Leaving the clitoris for later. First barely breathing, close up, demonstrating my enthusiasm with my agitated breath, letting her feel the wind. Then posing. My tongue, like a bird landing, apply pressure, release, apply pressure, release. Then run my tongue from top to bottom without haste and only then focus on her clitoris, now faster, my tongue trembling in the tremulousness of her sex. Finally, the unbridled screams, her arched back, her contracting belly, my face, my smile, soaked.
It was also about receiving desire with patience, looking at him when he licked my cock with mastery, circling his tongue around my glans, running it from base to tip, seeing him fully enter her mouth, smiling as I came. And not even mentioning entering her, penetrating her attentively, knowing myself, avoiding the enthusiasm that would play a bad trick on me, feeling her walls, perceiving how they tighten massaging my cock, going inside her, almost falling asleep on her body.
By that time I deserved another prize. She told me to lie down, she told me to stay quiet, and sat softly on my face with her pussy in my mouth, rubbing it faster each time, soaking my entire face, dripping fluid all over my face. And what joy to feel her riding, feeling all her desire resting in me like a natural force that left me stunned. I learned everything from her.
Summer was ending, my work was ending, but also hers. She was going to do what she told me, leaving, traveling, getting to know new places, playing with her destiny. At first I was saddened, unable to accept that this idyll would end, it was like having a delicious dream and then waking up to realize it wasn't true. But as the days went by, I began to understand that the cycle had ended, that our destinies had brought us together to learn, to inhabit pleasure as a refuge of fire, but always comes the time to leave the refuge and walk into the storm.
The last day approached me and passed a box - Open it When you get home - He told me. The first thing I saw was a letter, in an envelope, and a black plastic bag. First, I read the letter.
What a madness these months have been. I think there's no part of my body that hasn't been visited by your tongue. And sometimes, when I'm falling asleep, I feel like the echo of my moans is still turning around my room. I'll miss you, miss your words, your cock, your cum, your cock sinking into me like a generous sword. The attention with which you ate my pussy was as if it were the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. And that orgasm you gave me just by kissing my nipples, was long like a summer. I'm leaving you a gift so you won't forget me.
I opened the black bag anxiously and found her underwear inside, absolutely soaked, I brought them to my face and smelled them, like someone who surfaces after being submerged for a long time in water and breathes half the atmosphere. I smelled them and masturbated thinking of her, finally, everything started, I had given myself permission to do it, to relieve the tension that wouldn't let me sleep.
The lessons were over, and it was already time to enter the university, honestly, I would start my studies quite prepared, I had advanced some subjects, and I was eager to put my knowledge into practice.
They put me on the bar, asking customers what they wanted and taking the order to the bartender. Sometimes it was frantic and exhausting, but I got used to it over time. But none of that is important; I'm not here to tell you how I learned my job. I'm here to tell you how it was that while everyone else wanted drinks, all I could think about was screwing Clara, the bartender.
From the first day, or rather from the first minute, I fixed on her. She must have been around thirty years old, with a face like spontaneous artwork, slightly brunette, nose upturned, defined features, a kind of geometry that gave her almost mathematical beauty, brown and green eyes, attractive lips, and hair neither too long nor too short, loose, free, black. And we're getting down to it: her breasts weren't particularly large, but firm, full of life, didn't need a bra, they stayed in place on their own. She usually wore a tight t-shirt that showed part of her stomach from belly button to the start of her leggings, which was a thin waist and gave the impression of being slightly hard, exercised, but not too much. As I said, for the same reason, I would usually notice the relief of her nipples, those two little dots that distracted me from her two eyes when she arrived with the order, and I forgot everything. And well, there's still the best part, her bum, was, and I'm not exaggerating, perfect, just the right size, like two delicious apples, and I could say the same about her thighs, everything in her had the right point between volume and delicacy.
I've always been a bit shy, and this time even more so, since she was around thirty years old and I was barely eighteen, and my experiences were limited to some kisses, unfortunately, so I hardly dared to say anything more than the orders, and less still to make explicit my interest. But women always perceive desire, and she, far from being bothered by it, seemed to enjoy it.
When we closed up and everyone left, we would stay for about an hour to clean the place. And since it's not exactly safe to walk on the street at three in the morning one day she offered to take me in her car. I, quite nervous, accepted. She was trying to start a conversation, but I limited myself to responding with monosyllables. When we arrived, we said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, or rather on the corner, and then she gave me a small smile and told me quietly, don't worry, stroking my leg, perilously close to my penis, which was lifting up my pants, completely erect. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't do anything more than look at my bulge for a few seconds, raised her gaze and told me - fuck you permission to think about me when you have to release that tension that won't let you sleep -, I said goodbye and got out of the car, without fully understanding what had happened. It was true, I had to release that tension and imagine a slightly different scenario for that farewell in the car, her lowering the zipper and giving me the blowjob of my life.
On one occasion, after closing up, we were going to a kind of backyard patio to smoke some cigarettes before leaving, generally We were five or six people who participated in that tradition, but this time everyone left and we were left alone, just the two of us. And I wasn't responding with monosyllables anymore, we were having fun talking, I liked making her laugh, and listening to her. She told me she had been working there for 5 years, but was bored, wanted to leave, travel, try her luck somewhere in Europe, learn languages, live new experiences. I told her it didn't seem like she was bored, she did a great job with her work, the customers kept coming back to the bar and straight to her. - It's that I have a secret - she said, took my index finger, and led it to her nipple, went slowly caressing in soft circles, first one then another, and then skipped to my hand, there they were, her marked nipples, and my gaze unable to tear itself away from them. - Inside it doesn't always get cold, you know that better than anyone, if you're always hot, she said looking at my bulge - and I took an act of bravery, took her hand, and put it softly on my cock over the pants - To balance things out, you direct my hand, I direct yours. She laughed and said - It's getting late, better I go now before something else happens. Our post-work conversations became a habit. She would tell me about her romantic and sexual experiences, and I didn't have much to tell her, so I decided to be honest - I've only given a few kisses, and I don't think I do it well - - Well, you can teach me, just with pedagogical intentions, you know - she responded, came closer to my mouth, opened it a little, not too much later, go slow, let our tongues play, but timidly, things like that. When we had already had several classes, and almost without thinking, I put my hand on her ass, squeezing that delicious fruit slightly - Hey, you didn't teach me that - Good, good, I'm ahead of the lessons, I'm a good student - Mmmm, you deserve a prize - I bring his mouth to my neck, and he started giving me minimal kisses, barely brushing against the tip of his tongue, giving me small bites, while with his hand he was caressing my package, smoothly, opening and closing his fingers. It's hard to explain the pleasure I felt having her on my neck. I wasn't prepared for that, and ended up not even starting. Although she was far from reproaching my enthusiasm. She put my hand inside my underwear, and pulled it out covered in cum, then licked her palm with her hand.
To balance things a bit, I'll savor your flavors - He said and took my hand, sliding it inside his tight leggings. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing underwear, once inside, I explored her pussy, getting wet with her juices, and just before I dared to go further with my fingers, I pulled out my hand. I did the only thing I could do, licking the palm of my hand, savoring her warmth.
From there things only got better. The key moment was when instead of taking me home, he took me to his place, and invited me to stay. Once inside, he told us we had to keep practicing. And boy did I learn over the next few weeks.
I licked his nipples, my tongue circling around his areola, barely biting him, carefully. I listened to his moans, sometimes whispers, sometimes loud outbursts. I learned that you have to go slow, descend into her wind, slide my fingers down her arms, down her back. Recount the time, the interior of her thighs with my lips, recognize the terrain, get used to her body, allow her pussy to moisten, like a lake where I could soon immerse myself, or more than a lake, a hot spring. And well, what I liked most was licking her pussy, taking my time, drinking her, tasting her, feeling her flavor soaking my face. Leaving the clitoris for later. First barely breathing, close up, demonstrating my enthusiasm with my agitated breath, letting her feel the wind. Then posing. My tongue, like a bird landing, apply pressure, release, apply pressure, release. Then run my tongue from top to bottom without haste and only then focus on her clitoris, now faster, my tongue trembling in the tremulousness of her sex. Finally, the unbridled screams, her arched back, her contracting belly, my face, my smile, soaked.
It was also about receiving desire with patience, looking at him when he licked my cock with mastery, circling his tongue around my glans, running it from base to tip, seeing him fully enter her mouth, smiling as I came. And not even mentioning entering her, penetrating her attentively, knowing myself, avoiding the enthusiasm that would play a bad trick on me, feeling her walls, perceiving how they tighten massaging my cock, going inside her, almost falling asleep on her body.
By that time I deserved another prize. She told me to lie down, she told me to stay quiet, and sat softly on my face with her pussy in my mouth, rubbing it faster each time, soaking my entire face, dripping fluid all over my face. And what joy to feel her riding, feeling all her desire resting in me like a natural force that left me stunned. I learned everything from her.
Summer was ending, my work was ending, but also hers. She was going to do what she told me, leaving, traveling, getting to know new places, playing with her destiny. At first I was saddened, unable to accept that this idyll would end, it was like having a delicious dream and then waking up to realize it wasn't true. But as the days went by, I began to understand that the cycle had ended, that our destinies had brought us together to learn, to inhabit pleasure as a refuge of fire, but always comes the time to leave the refuge and walk into the storm.
The last day approached me and passed a box - Open it When you get home - He told me. The first thing I saw was a letter, in an envelope, and a black plastic bag. First, I read the letter.
What a madness these months have been. I think there's no part of my body that hasn't been visited by your tongue. And sometimes, when I'm falling asleep, I feel like the echo of my moans is still turning around my room. I'll miss you, miss your words, your cock, your cum, your cock sinking into me like a generous sword. The attention with which you ate my pussy was as if it were the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. And that orgasm you gave me just by kissing my nipples, was long like a summer. I'm leaving you a gift so you won't forget me.
I opened the black bag anxiously and found her underwear inside, absolutely soaked, I brought them to my face and smelled them, like someone who surfaces after being submerged for a long time in water and breathes half the atmosphere. I smelled them and masturbated thinking of her, finally, everything started, I had given myself permission to do it, to relieve the tension that wouldn't let me sleep.
The lessons were over, and it was already time to enter the university, honestly, I would start my studies quite prepared, I had advanced some subjects, and I was eager to put my knowledge into practice.
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