Our Bartender (Audio Script)

Stories

Here it is. The Jade Hotel. It hasn’t changed at all.

“Hey, babe, look. That’s where I first asked you out.”

I point to the cactus-flanked adobe wall. There are some tourists standing in front of it for photos. You squeeze my hand and your bare shoulder brushes up against me.

“Three years. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? ”

This charming little desert town used to be our getaway, our own private oasis. The secret’s out and it’s since been taken over by tourists....but we still have our special spots that no one knows about. The familiar scent of palo santo and smoky barbecue wafts through the air as I lead you inside. Memories are floating up out of the depths of my mind as I think about the endless nights we spent in this special little hotel. I asked you to marry me in room 303. We were laying out at the pool in early December, staring up at the mountains when you told me you were pregnant. We’ve gone through much together, you and I. And I can’t wait to show you how much I love you, tonight. How much I’ll always love you.

The hotel bar is quiet and dimly lit with candles stuck in old tequila bottles. You lead us to a rustic little sofa near the back window. The stars are starting to come out. Damn, you can see them so much better here than you can in the city. I sit down, but you take your time, swaying to the music, swinging your hips side to side before lowering yourself down next to me.

“You’re feeling a little…wild tonight, aren’t you?”

I draw you in close and cover your mouth with mine. We can do whatever we want tonight. No kid, no job. We’re not thinking about the bills we have to pay or the appointments we have to keep...it’s just us tonight.

“I can’t wait to get upstairs…”

“You’re really turned on tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes...”

I lean over and nudge your head to the side with my nose so I can kiss that sensitive stretch of your neck you love so much. There’s other people in the bar tonight, and I’m not exactly being subtle...but I don’t really care. Tonight is about us. About our love. We’re like teenagers again, desperate to feel one another. I bite down on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Your moans are drowned out by the music. I can feel some folks nearby eyeing us periodically - but I don’t stop. I slide my hand onto your knee, pushing up higher and higher until I’m gripping the soft flesh of your thigh...

“Fuck, that feels good...”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone approaching our seats. I reluctantly pull away from you, licking my lips to savor your taste.

“Can I, uh, can I get you guys anything?”

I glance over and…you look…flustered, glancing up and down between the menu on the table and the dark-haired woman in front of us. It takes me a moment to realize she’s eyeing you from head to toe, taking in every inch of you.

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah, honey, do you know what you want?”

“I, sorry, I’m not sure what I want yet.”

“It’s not on the menu, but there’s a really nice mezcal cocktail I like to make. Smoky and sweet, with a little bit of agave nectar and lime...I think you’ll love it. ”

You look up at her and there’s a glint in your eyes I usually only see when you’re looking at me. I have to admit…I’m a little jealous of your clear and undeniable attraction for her. I watch you transform and melt underneath her gaze. You’re suddenly so giggly and nervous as you caress my knee and bite down on your lower lip.

“That sounds great. Oh, and um, could we get some of those marcona almonds, too? What do you want, baby?”

“I’ll just have a whiskey ginger. Thanks!”

I watch her strut away, both you and I a little mesmerized by the bounce of her ass behind her black, tight jeans.

“So…got a little crush, do you?”

“What? No, of course not. She’s just…um... ”

“Very, very attracted to you. I mean, who wouldn’t be - but wow, she is definitely into you...”

I kiss your neck again, but keep my eyes on the bartender just ahead. Behind the bar, she's lit up by the nearby candles. Her whole body is bathed in a warm, hypnotic glow.

“Do you like that she wants you?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you imagining her fucking you?”

“Yes...”

“Would she take you hard and fast? Or do you want her to tease you? Make you beg for more?”

I start caressing your thigh again, desperate to feel your bare skin beneath my hand.

“She’d tease me...I’d beg her…”

I take the lobe of your flushed ear into my mouth and suck gently. God, I love the feeling of you writhing next to me.

“Whiskey ginger...almonds...and my special little mezcal concoction. You let me know if you need anything else, okay? ”

I spin small circles along the inside of your thighs. They grow bigger until my fingers graze past your pussy hidden behind the denim of your jeans. I imagine how wet you probably are as our bartender slips away. You nuzzle your face against my shoulder, hiding how flushed you are at the thought of fucking her...

“So…what are we going to do about our new friend, hm? Perhaps she would like to join us when she’s done with her shift? ”

“Really? On our anniversary?”

Your eyes light up as you look over at me. We’ve played with others before, but it’s been a little while. I have to admit my mind is running wild imagining you two together.

“Sounds like a great anniversary gift to me.”

We finish our drinks, both of us buzzing with excitement and anticipation as we try to keep our nerves at bay. I get up to go pay our bill. The bartender smiles casually at me as she hands me the receipt, and she steals a glance back at you. I give her a tip and write our room number in large letters across the piece of paper. I slide it towards her with a smile and head back to our table. You're flushed from the drink as I take your hand and draw you up to your feet. You give the bartender one last shy smile before we make our way to our room.

“Do you think she’ll really come?”

You wrap your arms around my waist and kiss me, hard. Even if she doesn’t show, I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight. I walk you backwards until we reach the bed. You lay back on your elbows and I slide your boots off, one by one.

“You look so fucking hot tonight… ”

I take my time, sliding my legs up your thighs...your skin feels so soft under my touch...I want to feel how wet you are...I reach your panties and run my fingers gently over the soft fabric.

Both of us freeze. It has to be her...I slide off the bed and head over to the door, exchanging an excited glance with you before opening it...

“Hey. I, uh, got someone to cover for me. Can I come in?”

I’ve never seen you look so longingly at someone other than me. That twinge of jealousy I felt before completely melts into an excited rush of arousal. You deserve to feel good, to explore your desires...and I can’t wait to see where tonight leads us. She joins you on the bed as I settle into the armchair closeby.

Finally, I’m able to give my cock the attention it’s been craving all night. There’s nothing that gets me hotter than your pleasure, and our new friend is going to make you feel so fucking good. She crawls up your body, straddling your hips. She brushes your hair out of your face and gently lowers her face to yours, gently kissing you...I can see her tongue slip between your lips as her hands trail slowly down your sides. She plays with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. She shifts her mouth down to your chest and pulls at them with her teeth. My dick is swollen now and rock hard. I slide my boxers down and it points straight up as I wrap my hand around it.

“Fuck...”

The bartender slides off of you and drops to her knees. She reaches up to unbutton your pants and pulls them down to your ankles. Then, she uses her teeth to remove your drenched panties. You look over at me and I can practically see you trembling with desire. Your eyes stay locked on mine as I reach down and grab your panties off the floor. I press them to my face, inhaling your sweet scent. God, I want your perfect ass right up against my cock. The bartender spreads your legs wide open. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes full of lust. She laps at your clit, her fingers playing at the opening between your legs, her tongue licking you up and down.

You lick your lips while looking over her head at my cock. You want it, don’t you, baby? Your knuckles turn pale as they grip the sheets. The bartender pulls you forward by the hips and pushes her tongue and two fingers deep inside of you. Fuck, the sight of both of you… writhing. I can tell how much she’s enjoying eating you out.

My dick is throbbing now and pre passion wets my fingers as I stroke it up and down. I imagine your lips swallowing up my cock as it hits the back of your throat. The bartender holds both of your ass cheeks in her hands as she fucks you with her fingers relentlessly. You ride wildly against her as she slides a third inside. Your breasts are bouncing up and down as she fucks you. Your eyes have rolled back and your toes are curling. You’re getting close aren’t you? I increase the speed of my own strokes, jerking myself off faster and harder. Oh, fuck. Suddenly, she pulls you away from your mouth and slides off the bed. She circles around to the other side and straddles your mouth with her hips. You grab onto her asscheeks, squeezing them tight beneath your fingers as you draw her pussy down onto your mouth. I can’t wait anymore. I have to fuck you.

I walk to the bed, cock in hand, and press it between your legs. You roll your hips forward, moaning for me to fuck you while you suck on her clit...

“Yes, baby, please.”

I push myself into you and finally fill you up…it feels so good to be inside you. Oh, god. Oh my fucking god. I rock my hips forward, hard, fast. You like that? Oh, fuck, do you like that? Taken by both of us… at the same time. You look so hot, your head tilted back, your mouth hanging open. I can’t wait for you to passion.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, I’m going to...fuck, I’m going to passion! ”

You’re completely unintelligible except for your desperate moans, but I think you’re going to passion too. Your body bucks. You reach down and play with your clit as I fuck you. The bartender is playing with herself, too...

“C’mon, baby, passion for me.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I pull out of you and clamor for a wad of tissues from the bedside table before collapsing on the bed. The bartender climbs off of you, panting. None of us have the energy to say anything. We just exchange looks, laughing a little, breathless.

“Wow...well, it’s a pleasure to meet you guys.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Slowly, you sit up and reach for her. You kiss, gently before she lies back down on the bed. You lie down at my side and press your head against my chest, and your hand on her thigh. Despite how tired we all seem to be, there’s something in the air, a charge of excitement and hunger still lingering. I have a feeling that we’re just getting started.