After Hours

I had been a regular at The Angel for about 10 years, pretty much ever since I had moved into the area for work. It had become a second home, a lovely traditional British pub where you could almost guarantee who would be in each night and a welcome change from my empty house. There was always a warm welcome and a good selection of real ales and I had gotten to know the landlord and the staff well over the years.

About eighteen months ago a new barmaid started and she immediately made an impact. Rosie was in her early thirties with the most stunning almond shaped hazel eyes I had ever seen. Her wavy brown hair fell to her shoulders, framing a pretty face with an almost permanent smile. She was obviously generously endowed up top but never wore anything revealing or low cut, the tightness of her tops preserving the mystery while still attracting every males gaze. She really was the complete package with a nicely curved arse and slender legs. The days she wore a short skirt or jeans were definitely bright spots in the week. I don't think any of the male regulars didn't have thoughts about her, there was definitely a collective interest whenever she needed to get something from the bottom of one of the fridges, but to the best of my knowledge, noone ever tried anything on with her. Half were married for a start and she was out of our league for the rest of us. I couldn't speak for anyone else, but I also didn't want to change the atmosphere she brought to the pub by making anything awkward.

When she first started, her boyfriend would turn up at the end of her shift to walk her home, but he hadn't been seen for the last three or four months. It did coincide with a slight change in her demeanor for a couple of weeks before she was back to her bubbly best. I never broached the subject with her, assuming it was none of my business. On quiet nights I would sit at the bar and we would chat about the news and the gossip she had picked up about the other regulars.

On the night in question, it was another quiet night, just me and a small group of lads in the corner, celebrating one of their birthdays. John, the landlord, and Rosie were serving when John took a phonecall.

"Sorry, Rosie," he said when he got back, "My Mum's had a fall and I need to go to her. Do you mind locking up?"

"Of course not," she assured him, "You go. I hope she's OK."

"Thanks," he said, looking slightly more relieved, "I owe you one." With that he left, leaving Rosie to deal with me and the group of lads. We chatted in between her serving the lads and she let me buy her a couple of drinks so I wasn't drinking alone. Finally, she called last orders and the lads ordered a final round of shots.

Rosie announced that it was time to leave and the lads stood up. One of them was very much the worse for drink, I assumed it was his birthday, and when he tried to move, he stumbled and knocked the table over sending all the glasses crashing to the floor.

"For fuck's sake," exclaimed Rosie, batting away their drunken offers of help and ushering them out of the door, locking it behind them.

She seemed to forget I was still there as she disappeared and returned with a dustpan and brush. She looked surprised to see me moving the table and chairs out of the way.

"Sorry," she said, "Do you want me to let you out?"

"Let me give you a hand first," I offered. She smiled her acceptance and I continued moving the furniture away from the broken glass. Today was one of the bright days where Rosie had chosen to wear a skirt, so, I'm almost ashamed to say, I leant one the chairs and admired the sight of her on her knees as she swept up the broken glass. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw her lips turn up slightly at the corners and wondered if she had caught me glancing at her. There was no change in her position so I assumed I had gotten away with it but went and got the bin for her, just in case.

She finished cleaning up the glass and took the dustpan, brush and bin back to the back room. She returned as I was putting the table and chairs in place and went back behind the bar.

"Whisky?" she asked, not waiting for a reply before pouring two generous measures and joining me at the bar. "Thanks for helping," she continued, "Have you got time for this or is there a Mrs Ben waiting for you?"

"No Mrs Ben," I answered, "Just an empty house. A drink with you is a much better prospect." She smiled at that and we clinked glasses.

"I hope you don't think I'm prying, but how come you are single?" Rosie asked, "Come to think of it. I don't think I've ever seen you in here with anyone."

"No particular reason," I answered, sipping my drink, "Never met the right woman and got fed up of the whole dating thing. I'm generally happy with my own company and there's always a warm welcome here, so I'm happy."

"That seems sad," she replied, looking concerned, "Do you not miss, how can I put it, female company?" I laughed at her phrasing and shook my head.

"Possibly at first," I confessed, "But as time goes by, you'd be surprised what you can get used to. I honestly can't remember the last time I touched a woman's breast!" I thought I caught a thoughtful look cross Rosie's face briefly.

"I don't think I could cope," laughed Rosie, "I suppose you've noticed Dave has stopped picking me up. We split up about four months ago and I've been going crazy ever since. I don't suppose it helped that I caught him in bed with his neighbour."

I made the appropriate comments about him being an idiot and found myself genuinely meaning them. She'd never opened up this much to me and I was enjoying the change, seeing her in a different light. She turned to pour us another drink and when she turned back, my eyes nearly popped out of my eyes, she'd undone the top three buttons of her blouse and I couldn't help staring at her cleavage.

"My eyes are up here," she told me, giggling as I must have blushed. I looked up to see her smiling at me, her eyes sparkling with something I had never seen before. "I was thinking about your comment about not remembering when you last touched a breast," she said to me slowly, her voice dropping several tones to a more sultry level as she continued to undo her blouse, "And thought it would be a good way to thank you for your help." By the time she had finished talking, her blouse was hanging open her impressive chest barely contained by a pretty white bra decorated with small pink flowers.

I couldn't quite believe what was happening, despite what I had told Rosie, I was missing female attention and had fantasised about her several times. Here she was, offering herself, or at least her chest, to me. I reached out tentatively and ran my fingers down her exposed skin, allowing one finger to slip into her cleavage before pulling my hand away.

"Is that it?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and putting her hands on her hips, pushing her chest forwards slightly, "Let's make it worth it," she purred taking hold of my hands and bringing them to her chest. She guided them into the cups of her bra and helped me manipulate them out of their cotton confines. They felt heavy in my hands as I cupped them, frozen for a moment as I barely dared to believe what was happening. Thankfully, instinct kicked in and I started to massage the firm flesh, Rosie sighing softly as my thumbs rubbed over her hardening nipples.

It felt natural to lean towards her over the bar, our lips meeting as I continued to caress her breasts, making the most of the opportunity after my initial reluctance. There was a tenderness to the kiss rather than raw passion and I had to admit to myself I was enjoying the connection even if this was as far as things were going to go.

After a few minutes, Rosie straightened up and smiled at me. I fully expected her to tuck away her impressive busom, do up her blouse and return to our conversation. What I didn't expect was for her to make her way to the gap in the bar and come over my side, blouse still open, breasts fully on show.

'So, I've shown you mine," she began as she let her top slip to the floor and removed her now redundant bra, her seductive tone bypassing my brain and going straight to my rapidly rising cock, "I think it's only fair that you show me yours." I shrugged and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall open. "We both know that's not what I meant," she purred in her irresistibly sultry voice.

Her voice combined with the look in her eyes gave me no option but to comply. Desperately hoping this wasn't a prank or a tease, I undid my trousers and pushed them along with my boxer shorts to my ankles, my fully erect penis fully visible as I stood.

"Holy fuck!" Rosie exclaimed as I straightened up, "Where have you been hiding that?"

Rosie had discovered the other reason for my partly self-imposed single status. I had been in enough sports changing rooms and had the same reaction from enough women to realise that I had an impressively sized cock. While you may think that would be a blessing, the number of times things would start getting hot and heavy with a woman and then she got scared by my erection meaning I had to be satisfied with a hand job had finally got to me. I had decided the only way to avoid the frustration was to not get in the situation in the first place.

I held my breath as I waited for Rosie to make her excuses, expecting the worst, but they never came. Instead, Rosie dropped to her knees in front of me and started running her fingers over my erection, gently studying every ridge and vein. She looked up at me with a smile as she wrapped the fingers of one hand around, not able to fully enclose my girth, followed by a second hand slightly higher. I let out my breath as a sigh as she started to slowly pump my length, drawing back my foreskin to reveal my purple helmet.

She licked her lips before taking my tip between them, the heat of her mouth feeling amazing against me. Rosie broke eye contact as she concentrated fully on the task in hand, sliding her lips backwards and forwards over my glans as her hands worked on my shaft. Looking down at the end of my cock disappearing into her mouth, her lips stretched tight and thin around it, her generous mounds in the background was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Her hands gripped me as she took another inch of me into her mouth, he tongue pressing against me from underneath, restricting the available space and enhancing the experience.

I sighed in encouragement as she settled into a rhythm her mouth moving perfectly in sync with her hands, leaving trails of saliva as her body aided her intentions. It would not be an exaggeration to say this was the best blow job I had ever received as Rosie handled my length and girth expertly, her own moans of satisfaction sending vibrations through my erection. She seemed to grow in confidence with each passing second, taking in slightly more of my length, surprising she wasn't gagging. She moved one of her hands further down, running her nails over my testicles, making me gasp and my cock jerk slightly in her mouth.

As erotic as the sight was, I found myself closing my eyes, concentrating on the sensations as she continued to suck and play with me. My hands were by my side. As desperate as I was to grip her head, run my fingers through her hair, I didn't want to do anything that might throw her off the amazing experience Rosie was providing me.

I could feel a familiar tightening at the base of my cock as Rosie's mouth and hand worked faster and faster. My breath was coming in rasping moans as I left her in no doubt as to my impending climax, giving her plenty of time to make her choice. She stopped for a moment to look back up at me and smile before resuming her attention with a renewed gusto. At the point of no return, she pulled back so my tip was resting on her bottom lip and carried on pumping my shaft until I could see the thick jets of cum shooting into her mouth. She waited in that position until I had finished before licking the tip of my now softening penis before giving an exaggerated swallow, licking her lips slowly.

That could have been it and I would have been happy, but she had stirred something in me and I was determined to get more out of tonight if possible. When knew when I might get the possibility again?

As Rosie stood, I pulled her to me, our bare chests pressing together as our lips met. A much more passionate kiss than earlier and I was pleased to feel Rosie pressing against me, seemingly in no rush to end the encounter either. Fired up, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the bar where she had to bend down slightly to continue our kiss.

"That was masterful," Rosie commented with a challenging look, "What's next?"

"This," I replied, pushing my hand up her thighs, taking her skirt up with them as they went, revealing some ridiculously small, black lace panties that barely covered anything. I didn't waste any time admiring the knickers or imagining what was underneath, as soon as my hands were near enough, I pulled them down past her knees and let them drop to the floor, revealing her engorged, aroused labia, shining with moisture in the lights if the bar.

Rosie may have started to say something, but it was lost in the mix of gasp and moan that happened as I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her wet slit. She was completely shaven down there and, while I usually prefer a little bit of neat hair, I took full advantage, letting my tongue roam freely all over her sex, tasting her sweet juices as they ran from her. I wasn't in any hurry, despite Rosie's hands clawing at my head, gripping tighter as my tongue brushed a particularly sensitive spot. It had been a while since I tasted a woman and I was going to make the most of this.

Rosie's body tensed and a low moan escaped her lips as my tongue strayed up to her clitoris. I stayed there, using the tip to manipulate the stiff nub before attacking it with rapid light flicks, each change drawing a gasp or a moan from Rosie. Her thighs closed around me as I switched to long, slow strokes, the tip of my tongue pressing against her tight entrance and slipping in occasionally before continuing its journey with a firm flick of her clit.

She was already moaning and rocking her hips when I returned my attention to her clitoris making her moans rise but in pitch to almost become screams. The screams of pleasure came when I pushed two fingers into her tight, wet pussy and started fingering her. She was so tight I was worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate me, if that was on the menu, but when I introduced a third finger it didn't cause her any issues.

"Fuck...... Yes......," Rosie moaned repeatedly as my fingers worked on her channel while my tongue continued wildly lashing her clitoris. Her moans and screams were driving me on, my cock already hard again and ready for action as fingered her faster and faster, licking her as hard as I could. With a series of load "oh"s she held my head in place as her body bucked wildly with her climax, her pussy tightening around my fingers leaving me unable to move as her walls pulsated around them. Rosie's orgasm seemed to go on forever until she finally relaxed, releasing my head and fingers before sliding off the bar into my arms.

We kissed once more, her body still trembling against me. Still panting slightly, Rosie twisted out of my arms and turned to face the bar. She leaned forward against it, pushing her back down and her hips towards me. I was almost certain what she wanted, but the burning look in her eyes when she looked over her shoulder at me left me in no doubt.

I lifted up her skirt once more and bunched it around her waist. As I took hold of my erection and moved it between her legs I could sense her tensing slightly despite spreading her legs wider. I took my time, helping her relax by rubbing my tip along her snatch, coating it in her juices, parting her labia to help her get a feeling of the size.

"Now," she begged, breathlessly, "I need it."

We were both suddenly silent as I lined myself up, the bulbous head of my cock pressing against her tight entrance. With a small jerk of my hips, Rosie let a sharp cry as I penetrated her for the first time, just the tip as I let her get used to my size. After waiting a short while I pushed in another inch as Rosie gasped at the feeling of being stretched. I held her waist as I slowly fucked her with those two inches. The feeling of her velvety tightness around me was so intoxicating I almost lost control and drove deeper into her, but nothing was going to stop me giving her the best experience I could.

"More," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly already. She moaned gratefully as I fed in another couple of inches, impressed by how her tight walls were accommodating me. As I concentrated on using half my cock, my hands travelled up her body until they were cupping her wondrous breasts, her nipples pressing into my fingers.

As we both relaxed, I started slipping more of my length into her, not everything just yet, but a good six inches. Rosie was oohing and ahing as I gently massaged her breasts, slowly increasing my pace if not my depth. My progress became more difficult as her channel tightened around me, her cries becoming more intense as her arousal built within her once more. I gripped her breasts harder as I did my best to push through her increased resistance without going to deep until she announced her orgasm with a loud cry.

"Was that all of it?" she asked once her climax passed, reaching between her legs to find a couple of inches of my shaft still sticking out of her. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, "I'm not leaving here until I've had all of that monster inside me. Go and sit there." She pointed at one of the stools near the tables and, with some reluctance, I eased myself out of her pussy, even that action drawing a deep sigh from her and went to sit on the stool.

Rosie turned to me and undid her skirt, letting it fall as she approached me. She stood with her feet either side of me and took hold of my erection, coated in her juices, pointing it straight up. Despite her being stood up, the tip was still higher than her entrance and she needed to balance on one leg as she placed it against herself once more. She gave a satisfied sigh as she put her other foot on the floor, taking the tip inside her. With her hands on my shoulders, she looked me in the eyes, smiling as she slowly lowered herself down my pole. Her smile slowly transformed into almost a look of surprise, her eyes widening with every inch she took in until she felt her arse touch my thighs. A triumphant smile returned to her face before she pressed her lips to mine, kissing me passionately, fully penetrated by my big, thick cock.

"Don't move," she ordered as she adjusted her hands on my shoulders. Slowly she raised herself up my pole before lowering herself once more with a groan. I moved my hands to her hips to support as she started to ride me, slowly at first, but increasing the pace as she got used to accomodating my full length.

She settled into a slow but steady rhythm, her eyes closed as she enjoyed her pussy being filled completely. Her breasts were bouncing temptingly in front of me and I found myself kissing and licking everywhere I could, from deep in her cleavage to catching her nipples between my lips, anything that came in the vicinity of my mouth received my attention. Her tight pussy felt amazing around me, the heat and warmth as she enclosed me was better than anything I experienced before. As I said, it was difficult to find a woman not intimidated by the size of my cock, but Rosie's enthusiasm and determination was already making this the best fuck of my life.

Rosie's head was rocking back, her moans intensifying once more as she increased her pace, not slamming down on me by any means, but a definite increase in pace to match the increasing tightness of her walls. I abandoned her breasts, concentrating on supporting her as her movements became more and more erratic, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she cried out. With a final scream she lowered herself fully onto me once more, her arms suddenly wrapped around me as her body trembled and shook with her climax. I held her close to me, hot tears hitting my shoulders as the experience overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I don't think I can move. It's almost too good."

"Do you want to stop?" I asked, disappointed, but understanding.

"No," she panted, "I want to feel you cum. I just don't have the energy to move."

Willing to stop the moment she gave any indication this wasn't what she wanted, I gripped her thighs and lifted her as I stood up, still fully embedded inside her. I carried her to one of the tall barstools by the bar and perched her on the edges of it. We were both trembling with anticipation as I examined her face, seeking confirmation this was really what she wanted. A simple nod and I started sliding my full length in and out of her.

I concentrated on my breathing, trying desperately to stay in control and not hurt Rosie. Our moans intermingled with each long, slow thrust, a perfect representation of our union. I was nearly trembling with the effort of restraining myself when Rosie's eyes flashed open, burning with a new intensity.

"Let go," she told me.

"Are you...." I began.

"Let. Fucking. Go!" she interrupted, each word carrying such an intensity I couldn't refuse.

Testing the water I started thrusting a little harder, a little faster. More nods from Rosie, her eyes pleading with me was the final permission I needed. This wasn't a position I had ever been in before and I found my body taking over. Gradually I increased my pace and power, each notch drawing more encouragement from Rosie. Anyone walking past must have been able to hear our moans and screams as I finally let go of all control, gripping her waist and driving into Rosie with everything I had. She responded, lifting her ankles up to my waist, taking every last centimetre of me into her, crying out unintelligibly as I penetrated her deeper and harder than I had ever fucked anyone.

"Yes," Rosie panted, sensing my impending climax, "Oh god, yes!"

Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as another climax ripped through her body and I couldn't hold on any longer. With a final deep thrust, I felt my cock erupt inside her, pumping load after load of my thick cum into her tight pussy. Her legs and arms were wrapped tightly around me as we shared the sensation, trembling with the combination of emotions and effort, not daring to move until the final vestiges of our shared orgasms left our body.

Finally we kissed, a tired, emotional kiss that just sealed the status of this night as a unique experience for both of us. In silence, neither of us wanting to say anything to break the moment, we gathered our clothes and got dressed.

"Thank you," I said finally as I finished buttoning up my shirt.

"Thank me?" Rosie questioned, "I should be thanking you. Though I'm not sure how I'm going to walk home! Plus, you may have ruined any other man for me!"

"Sorry," I answered, feeling a little selfish.

"You'll just have to make it up to me by keeping on fucking me," Rosie replied with a smile, "But for now, you can give me your arm while you walk me home."

I walked her from the pub to her door, feeling slightly guilty at her small winces with each step. Rosie told me in no uncertain terms not to be so stupid and she was already planning round two, just not yet. We kissed for a final time at her door and I walked back to my house with a definite spring in my step, wondering what she had in mind.