She was chatty-friendly in the way that pub waitresses can be. The reappearance of her blonde pony tail was guaranteed every once in a while by the disappearance of the beer in our glasses. She took the time to partake in some banter with us, before skirting away momentarily to return with refills.
“So what brought you into town?”, I divined her asking, owing to the loud music.
I leaned in closer to answer, taking in the smell of her neck and the sight of her cleavage. “Just work, but now I’m starting to think that work was only the beginning. And you’re not helping.”
“Oh really”, I saw her lips say with a smirk. “Would you rather me stop coming over then?”
“On the contrary, I do think you should come over”. A playful look later, she was off serving other customers.
My drinking companion entertained me until late into the evening, but eventually had to abdicate and confess his girlfriend was waiting for him at home. And I had to head back to the hotel.
“Where’s home?” she asked on her return, seeing that we were ready to wrap things up. She was looking at me.
“It’s the boring hotel suite for me, I’m afraid. Unless you would like to help with that?”
A short while after her shift ended, there was a knock on my hotel room door. She kissed me as she came in. I pulled her in closer. Her neck smelled of the pub and of sweat and perfume mixed together. She tasted sweet. I pushed her against the wall and ran my hands down her hips.
Sucking on her tongue, feeling her breasts as I tried to unbutton her blouse, she was fiddling with my pants. “I think I can help better if we move to the bed”, she said.
In my drink-fuelled brain, the trickiest thing to figure out at that moment was whether to take the lead and have a sip of every inch of her naked body, or to let her suck and ride me, landing her delicious tits in my face until I pass out.
As it turned out, it was a bit of both.