Alise in Hay-on-Wye

Alise quietly sipped her drink. She'd not quite known what to order and had ended up with an IPA from somewhere out in West Wales. It was OK, but a little too fruity for her tastes. She preferred the traditional style to these more American ones. Still, it was doing it's job. She'd had a busy day meeting with a new editor and needed to relax. As the alcohol slowly started to work its magic, a light fuzziness filled her senses. As she'd gotten older it took less and less to get her to this stage, but she was grateful of that. Too much beer didn't sit well in her stomach and she'd been keeping an eye on her weight.

The bar had filled out as the evening went on. It was an old fashioned pub, the Fox and Hounds in Hay-on-Wye. It wasn't far from home, but Alise had chosen to stay over in the town to avoid an early start. Besides, just staying away for a few nights always felt like a break and gave her a boost in her writing when she got back. It didn't matter how far away from home she was.

Someone had just selected Bryan Adams on the jukebox, and Alise rolled her eyes as she sipped on her pint. She was sat on a tall stool at the bar, tucked into the corner out of the way of the crowd queuing for drinks. As she set her pint glass down on the towel on the bar, the young barman came over to pour a pint from the tap in from of her.

She sat and observed him, watching his long fingers as he gripped the old fashioned pump handle. His skinny arm bulged as he pulled back, tendons standing out at the elbow. He was scrawny, with a messy shock of jet black hair with a hint of blue, obviously dyed. He was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt, a little grubby and faded, with a picture of some Muppets fooling around on the front. He practically had the word "alternative" stamped across his forehead, a hint of black eyeliner left over from a previous day and the remains of some black nail polish around the base of his fingernails. Alise reckoned he couldn't be more than nineteen.

Their eyes met for a moment as he topped up the drink and he smiled at her. She tried to hide her embarrassment from getting caught checking him out.

"You want another?" he asked, nodding at her nearly empty pint glass. His voice was smooth and posh, more like home counties than Welsh borders.

"Yeah," said Alise, after inspecting her glass and hesitating for a moment. "Why not. IPA."

"You got it," he replied, turning back to the other customer and completing the transaction. He immediately ignored the queue at the bar and returned to Alise, picking up a fresh pint glass and beginning to pour her drink as she drained the last of her first one. There was a bit of a bustle at the bar and Alise caught the sound of a few tuts of exasperation from the people who had been waiting before her, but she just grinned to herself. She caught the barman's eye and he laughed.

"Just getting my priorities right," he said as he set the pint down in front of her. "Don't worry love, pay later," he called over his shoulder as he turned back to the disgruntled queue. Alise slipped her phone back into her pocket and took a sip of the second pint. It was slightly cooler than the old one which made it taste a little better.

She took this drink slower, just sitting and watching the bar as the evening played out. She fought the urge to check her phone, preferring instead to watch people's behaviour and listen in on snippets of conversation. She loved it, making mental notes of little details which she knew she could work into her writing later. There were a few groups of older, middle class people around, who didn't really seem to have anything interesting to say to each other. Some young people at the other end of the bar were getting more rowdy, one of the lads in particular letting out the odd guffaw of laughter, seemingly mostly at the expense of his skinnier, taller friend. Elsewhere a few older men sat on their own, nursing pints or phones, one with a well behaved greyhound tucked under his table.

Eventually the crowd at the bar thinned out and the young barman, clearly on his own for the evening, was freed up to slip out from behind the bar and tidy up. He moved easily through the pub, wiping tables, picking up empties, and straightening chairs. Alise just let her eyes roam his body freely, admiring his flat, toned belly as he reached up to fetch an empty glass from a high shelf, his t-shirt rising up to reveal his boxer shorts band. His ass was surprisingly well rounded for his skinny frame.

The beer was making Alise bolder, so she didn't mind when he caught her eyeing him up on his return to the bar. She finished her glass as he tidied the empties and loaded the dishwasher.

"You want another?" he asked with a broad smile.

"I shouldn't," she replied. "I'm getting too old to drink this much."

"Old?" he laughed. "I wouldn't say you've got anything to worry about!"

Alise felt a blush beginning in her chest and she laughed. "Well aren't you sweet," she replied, toying with her empty glass, torn between heading back to her B&B and having another. She was tired, but the young lad was obviously in to her and she was feeling in the mood to flirt.

"I owe you by the way," she called out to him.

"Oh?" he looked at her, confused.

"For the drink," she replied, indicating her empty glass. "I never paid."

He waved her away casually. "Nah, that one was on the house," he said, walking back towards her, bar now tidy and clean.

"That's very kind, but I need to pay my way," she replied, smiling at him and reaching for her phone.

"You could pay me some other way," he said quietly as he rested his arms on the bar, just a few feet away from Alise. She stared for a moment, then laughed.

"A bit sleazy, isn't it?" she said, looking at him, trying to work out if he was really serious. Did he really think she would pay him back with sex?

He just shrugged, smiling at her, still checking her out.

"I've got a cock," she blurted out, slightly louder than she wanted to, quickly glancing over at the old men, still hunkered over their pints on the other side of the room. "Just thought it was worth letting you know before, well, you know, if we..." she tailed off.

The barman raised his eyebrows. "Well, I was not expecting that," he replied.

"No, people don't usually, that's why I thought I would..." Alise began, sliding off her seat as if to leave, now thoroughly embarrassed, not just for blurting it out so crudely, but for being so presumptuous.

"I didn't say it was a problem," the guy replied, leaning back a little and holding his hands up. "In fact, if anything, it makes me even more curious."

Alise stood awkwardly, biting her lip. The guy was really cute. She was sorely tempted and her embarrassment had been replaced by a longing between her legs.

"I can't really take you back with me," she whispered, moving in closer to lean on the bar herself, face now only inches away from his. "The woman at the B&B was quite... strict."

"Come with me," he replied simply. He turned and called through to the back of the pub. "Hey Charlie, I'm taking a break OK? It's quiet out here for now!" He turned to Alise and beckoned her to follow him.

Alise mentally shrugged and walked around the bar. The beer had melted all her inhibitions away and the sight of the guy's ass sealed the deal for her. She followed him wordlessly out through the back of the pub and into the alleyway behind. The night air was cooling down, but was still warm enough to not need a coat.

The guy turned to her and held out his hand, guiding her to an old picnic table tucked behind the bins.

"Wow, you old romantic!" she exclaimed, taking his hand and following him. He grinned as he turned to her and pulled her into his arms. He stood nearly a foot taller than her, so she had to stand up on tip toes to kiss him. He tasted of stale smoke and mint, but she didn't mind. Besides, she had been drinking beer all evening so knew she wasn't the freshest.

He pulled her closer, and she responded, pressing her body into his. She ran her hands up his arms, feeling their strength despite their scrawniness, before reaching around his back then up between his shoulders. His hands slipped down to her ass, cupping her and massaging her. They kissed deeply, sharing each others' tongues. He knew what he was doing, despite being so young.

Eventually Alise pulled back from him, head spinning a bit from the alcohol and the restricted breathing while they kissed. She slid her hand down to his groin and felt him through his baggy jeans. She could feel his hardness, and bit her lip as her hand kept searching lower until she finally found his tip. He was at least nine inches long, more maybe. He just grinned down at her, wordlessly beginning to undo his belt.

Alise lowered herself onto the picnic bench seat and helped him, tugging his undone belt to one side and pulling at his buttons. She delved into his pants eagerly, fingers curling around his warm, hard shaft and pulling it free of his clothes. She looked at it briefly in the low evening light, hard and long, skinny, like him. A huge vein ran up the side of his shaft to the tip which was still hooded despite his excitement. She took it into her mouth and looked up at him, eager to see his reaction.

She wasn't disappointed. He moaned, looking down at her, mouth open. His hand slid into her hair, fingers digging in as she ran her tongue underneath him and gently sucked on his tip. He was long, his balls hanging low, but he was skinny, maybe not much wider than her own, which was straining hard against her own pants. Alise worked his tip with her mouth, tongue probing him, slipping in under his foreskin to taste him. He stood, head leaning back and eyes shut, hand just resting on Alise's head.

His cock slipped easily back into Alise's throat as she relaxed, feeling him sliding down. She kept her eyes open, looking up at him, as she fought her reflexes to take him deep. He looked down at her in amazement as she pulled him into her until she was nearly touching him. She'd never had a cock so deep in her throat before. The benefits of being skinny she mused as she struggled to keep herself from gagging.

"Fucking hell," the guy breathed, eyes wide as he looked down at her. "No-one's ever done..." he began, but had to cut himself short as Alise raised her hand to gently cup his balls, eyes wide and chin dripping with saliva.

"Oh fuck..." he managed through a moan as she squeezed, gently at first. His balls were loose and hanging low, and they moved around inside her hand as she gripped them and tugged on them, marvelling at how free they were. Her own balls were tucked up inside her to keep her from showing in her jeans, but Alise knew they'd stay there for the rest of the night, even if she did get naked. They were so small they sometimes never even came out, certainly not like his.

Alise drew back, gasping for air and coughing a little, taking his shaft in her free hand to stroke as she grinned up at him. She licked his cock hungrily, hand still massaging his balls.

"You like?" she purred.

"Oh my god, you're amazing! I've never been with someone who knows what to do like that!" he replied, hands still in her hair, caressing her.

"The benefits of having one myself," she laughed, stroking and licking him teasingly.

"I guess so," he replied, pulling her towards him again. She opened wide and took him into her mouth and throat again, not so deep. He began to gently thrust his hips, cock moving an inch or so inside Alise's throat.

"Oh fuck it feels so good," he groaned, eyes shut again, fingers gripping her hair tighter. She shifted her weight, bracing herself. He looked down, pulling back, misinterpreting her wriggling as discomfort.

"Sorry..." he began, but Alise just grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep again in one quick motion, looking up at him encouragingly. He took the hint and began to thrust again, this time a little deeper and faster. He moaned as he fucked her face, big balls flapping below him as Alise braced herself against his hips. It felt so good to have him so deep, his skinny cock easier to handle than her friend Lloyd's. At least here she could snatch some tiny breaths she mused. Lloyd's cock filled her to the point of pain.

Eventually though she had to tap him on the hips, hoping he knew the sign that she needed a break. He pulled back with a long groan, taking a step back and stroking himself in front of her. She wiped her drenched chin with the back of her hand and looked up at him, eyes hungry for more.

"You wanna fuck?" she asked simply.

"What do you think?" he laughed, hand curled around his long cock, drooping a little under its own weight.

She laughed in reply and got up, tugging at her jeans, pulling them and her panties to the floor all at once, freeing her own little cock which had already soaked her clothes. She turned quickly, tugging her trainer and jeans off her right foot, then kneeling on the picnic bench, ass raised for him, hands steadying herself on the table.

He needed no encouragement, moving in behind her, pulling her ass back down to the right level, standing between her feet. She felt his big cock rubbing up and down between her cheeks, and she leaned forward on one elbow while she reached around with her other hand to tug her ass apart for him, showing him where to go. He pressed his hard cock against her opening gently, then backed away.

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what I'm... I've er, never... never done this before," he mumbled.

"Let me," she replied, taking him in her hand and guiding him into her. She pressed back to meet his cock, feeling the wet tip stretching her, foreskin slowly slipping aside as his tip pressed deeper into her, before it finally slipped in. She moaned loudly, her head falling onto her forearm on the table.

"Oh god that's good... go on, push in."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "It feels tight..."

She just nodded, her forehead still resting on her arm.

"Just fucking push, I promise, it's all good!"

He responded and Alise cried out in ecstasy as his tip slipped inside her ass, suddenly giving way to the bulge around his head, the rest of his long dick slipping in easily.

"Oh my god!" he cried as he slipped in deeper, so much quicker than the first inch. Alise just moaned a deep, guttural moan as she felt him going so deep, tip rubbing past her prostate and making her own cock, now limp, dribble onto the table.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Just go for it!"

The barman responded by grabbing her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He started thrusting, long and slow, his big cock slipping out and in again, tip rubbing her in just the right place.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, voice echoing in the little courtyard, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. Her whole body shook as her cock began to stream, a long flow of white fluid splashing all over the table and dripping through the slats.

"Shh!" he giggled. "The gent's are just beside us!"

Alise looked around to see the window to the gents toilets just above her head, open. She laughed in reply. "Sorry, but it's your fault!" she hissed through a grin, bracing herself as his thrusts got faster.

He picked up the pace, breathing hard and fast, skinny cock slipping easily in and out of her ass.

"Oh my god you feel so amazing!" he panted. "Best fuck ever! But I want to see you." He withdrew from her, patting her ass. She quickly turned around, kicking her jeans and shoe off her other foot and sitting on the edge of the table, legs open, little cock dangling between them. She lay back and raised her legs up as he knelt on the seat, this time able to guide himself in without her help.

"Fuck that feels good," she moaned, looking up at him as he braced himself. She watched as his long, skinny arms strained again, like they did when he pulled her pint, and he pressed himself deep inside her. He began thrusting, arms braced on the table.

Alise looked up at him, her body bouncing, breasts loose beneath her t-shirt. She pulled it up so she could grab them herself and squeeze them, tugging on her little hard nipples.

"Oh fuck this angle is so intense," she moaned quietly as his cock massaged her again, so long it made her feel dizzy with pleasure.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered between thrusts, eye darting to the toilet window as they heard a door open and close. The courtyard filled for a moment with the sound of whistling, then of someone peeing in a urinal. They both looked at each other and began to giggle. The barman had to stop for a moment, unable to keep going while they laughed. Only once the door had shut once again could he return to his movements.

"Grab it," Alise said with a grin when she saw him looking down at her cock. "Go on, you know what to do with it!"

He hesitated, but then took her flaccid cock between his thumb and fingers, rubbing the head, already slick with her cum.

"Do you not get hard?" he whispered.

"Not when someone's balls deep inside me," she quipped in reply, grabbing the table, fingers curling in between the slats as he thrust into her.

"Oh fuck I think I'm gonna cum," he gasped.

"Jerk me!" she commanded. "Please! Jerk me so I cum too!"

He began to rub her quickly, her little cock not even filling his clenched fist as he kept on thrusting.

"Oh fuck..." he growled and thrust his cock deep into her one last time, holding it there as his body began to shake. Alise clenched and arched her back as she felt his cock exploding deep inside her, filling her ass with his hot load. He jerked her cock quickly and roughly for a few more seconds before she too felt herself releasing once more into his hand.

"Oh god yes..." she moaned, her body twitching and shaking with pleasure as her balls pulsed, her cum dripping out of his grip around her soft cock.

"Wow," was all the guy said as he pulled back, his deflating cock slipping out of her ass, followed by a stream of his cum which pooled on the table surface. Alise shuffled forwards and sat up, taking his hand in hers and pulling it up to her mouth. She licked his hand, then sucked his fingers, eating her cum while she looked him in the eyes. Her little cock flopped down into the pool of his on the table edge, making her moan and twitch with pleasure as she felt her tip contact the rough wood.

"Your first time with a girl with extra?" she asked, a wicked smile on her face.

"Mhmm," he nodded, pulling back to tuck his impressive cock back into his shorts and pull up his jeans.

"Not your last I hope?" she laughed.

"It better fucking not be," he replied, glancing at his watch. "I finish at eleven if you fancy waiting around? We can go back to my place?"

"I've got all night," she replied, grabbing her panties and jeans from the ground and grinning at him.