12-11-2015, 08:07 PM
The Broken Bar Stool
It was half past twelve at night and he was scribbling away behind the counter doing the inventory for the day. He had been running the bar all day, but you couldn't tell by looking at him: His hair was kempt, oiled back, not too long, not too short. He had a thick beard neatly trimmed around one inch long. He was wearing dark suit pants,a white shirt and a dark waisted vest matching the color of his pants tightly fastened around his wide chest. He looked neat, and groomed, in a rough sort of way. The only thing betraying his gentlemanly look were the etchings of a full tattoo sleeve covering his left forearm and revealed by his rolled up shirt. At first glance it seemed to look like a cherry blossom canvas covering his arm and seemingly going up under the sleeve, interrupted by the visage of a roaring tiger.
Ten minutes had passed and he was done with the inventory. He was turning to the sink, about to do the last dishes for the day. That's when she walked in. Curly brown hair, petite, in her 30's. Wearing a short skirt and a tucked in white shirt opened a litle too much. She stood in the dorway and as she looked around she couldn't hide the frown forming on her face.
- "Is it...open?" She didn't stumble, but her voice was quiet somehow, almost meek.
- "We close in 20." He gave a nod to the clock on the right wall.
She was expresionless, simply stood in the doorway looking at the tall bartender, or rather somewhere over his shoulder, while his eyes were fixed on her. He wasn't sure what to make of her yet. She was definitely dressed to attract attention. Sad though. And alone, here, at this hour. Getting back at someone? Getting over someone? He could swear he saw a tear roll over her cheek, even from that distance. He dropped his trail of thoughts and smiled warmly to her.
- "You can have a drink though. On the house." He pushed out one of the barstools and pointed to it.
- "I don't...thank you." Whatever she wanted to say she decided against it and finally walked in, letting the door close behind her as she headed for the bar. She slowly climbed on the tall barstool and stood to face the bartender. Shoulders slumped, palms crossed somewhere in her lap. She looked straight into the bartender's eyes and from that distance he could definitely see the sadness hiding behing her big green eyes and weak smile.
- "What'll it be?" He leaned forward, elbows on the counter, smiling warmly to her. She was taken aback for a moment.
- "Appletini." She replied after some seconds, while her gazed dropped shyly to her lap.
He nodded and got busy behind the bar. He would look to her every now and then, noting her furtive stares.
- "For the pretty lady." He declared as he pushed the drink in front of her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But there was something so sad, so weak and delicate in her demeanor. And she was definitely pretty. She blushed lightly and reached for the drink. He noted the absence of her wedding ring, and the mark it had left on her finger. She probably took it off today he thought. Her lips parted, a small sip at first. Then as if encouraged by his stare she drank the rest in one long gulp. She returned the glass on the counter then began holding his gaze with new found courage. He chuckled and nodded aprovingly. For a while he just let his eyes wash over her. Her sad but expectant eyes, her full lips which she had left slightly parted showing flashes of her white teeth. Her slightly opened shirt revealing part of her small but perky breasts. He noticed the absence of a bra. And finally again to her small, delicate hand which she rested on the counter and showed the obvious signs that a ring had been there until recently.
- "Is there..something wrong?" She asked weakly, obviously losing her courage under his examining stare
- "He deserve it?" He asked suddenly, nodding towards her hand, underlining the absence of the ring.
Another blush and a flash of anger danced on her face for a few seconds, finally replaced by a quiet calm.
- "Yeah. Yeah he does.... Can I have another?" She points to the empty glass after a long pause.
He nodded and turned to his usual ritual, returning with the drink within a minute. As he returned to offer the drink he was greeted with the sight of her half exposed breasts. Did she unbutton another? He put the glass on the counter but didn't offer it yet.
- "You sure about this?" He didn't specify what 'this' was, and he didn't try to hide the fact that he had noticed her breasts.
- "Yeah. I'm sure." She replied simply.
"Guess she found her courage again." He thought to himself, as he stared at her for a good while. This lady was definitely bringing out emotions in him. Good and bad.
- "Drink then." He stated simply, but sharply. It sounded more like an order. She flinched for a second then stared at him. And then she did as told, again taking a slow sip followed by a long gulp. "Listen, I gotta close now." he continued pointing to the clock. It was 1AM sharp.
- "Can I call you a cab? You shouldn't go out like that." Nodding to her cleavage.
- "But..I thought I could stay more. Maybe..another drink? You could have one with me?" She asked hurriedly, clearly taken aback by the prospect of having to leave.
- "You could stay..but I gotta lock the door. At this hour I'll only get drunks wandering in. Or more sad, beautiful women I guess." He grinned at his cheesy compliment. She giggled sweetly in return, for the first time since she had walked in, a genuine smile on her face.
- "Well .. I wouldn't want more competition.." She declared sweetly and blushed furiously, but there was no shyness in her eyes this time, only a playful twinkle as she held his stare.
Slowly, wordlessly, he nodded and grinned in the same playful manner. He grabbed the keys sitting on the counter and got out from behind the bar using the small, low wooden door to the left. She followed his movements. Even as she stood perched on top of the tall chair he was still so much higher than her. She was barely somewhere below his chest if they were side by side. Making sure he noticed she gave him a long, even risky, up and down look to which he replied with another grin, but shaking his head as if to silently scold her. She giggled and shrugged it off and continued to stare after him as he made his way to the door and closed it up. Turning around to her once more he found himself stopping to stare at her. The tall chair was definitely not agreeing with her short skirt. Even as she stood there with her hands again gathered in her laps, he could see quite a bit of her thighs exposed, up to the beginning of her lower butt. She was leaning forward slightly, pushing her chest and showing off her perky tits only adding to her whole sad but incredibly erotic look.
"I'm not sure if I want to hold her and tell her everything will be alright or simply fuck her until something breaks." He might not have said it out loud, but that single thought was ringing through his head and he stood lost in thought, as if he couldn't move until he found an answer. And she saw it too, before he could figure out anything she slid her hands behind her and started rocking her chair slowly, left and right, showing off more of her thighs and the predicament of her short, almost skimpy dress fighting to stay in place on the high chair.
"Oh no you don't.." He started thinking to himself, shaking his head visibly again scolding her, this time not grinning, only a fixed, aroused stare. He bit his lip roughly..and then everything happened rather fast. One moment he was at the door, the other he was towering over her as she stood in her chair, pushing her back into the counter. He was leaning down, kissing her lips hungrily, one hand unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She had no top, just a pair of perky, full breasts, nipples stiff, and he had begun to explore them already, cupping them and kneading just as hungrily as he kissed her.She had wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping him by his belt loops and pulling him into her as her legs spread slowly under the assault of his kisses.
...
The next morning as he lay in bed waking up he would still remember the ripples of goosebumps he caused on her thighs as his hand slid up her skirt, and the eagerness with which she undid his pants. He looked at his side, to the empty spot on the bed. He knew she wouldn't be there when he woke. He hoped he had given her what she wanted, and he was content with that. And he smiled at the red panties she carefully left on his pillow. He layed there remembering the night before for a few minutes. He rolled out of bed finally and then a thought occured.
- "I'll have to get my tools and fix that chair.." He spoke it out loud as he resolved to fix the barstool they had broken before he had to open up for a new day.
Fin
It was half past twelve at night and he was scribbling away behind the counter doing the inventory for the day. He had been running the bar all day, but you couldn't tell by looking at him: His hair was kempt, oiled back, not too long, not too short. He had a thick beard neatly trimmed around one inch long. He was wearing dark suit pants,a white shirt and a dark waisted vest matching the color of his pants tightly fastened around his wide chest. He looked neat, and groomed, in a rough sort of way. The only thing betraying his gentlemanly look were the etchings of a full tattoo sleeve covering his left forearm and revealed by his rolled up shirt. At first glance it seemed to look like a cherry blossom canvas covering his arm and seemingly going up under the sleeve, interrupted by the visage of a roaring tiger.
Ten minutes had passed and he was done with the inventory. He was turning to the sink, about to do the last dishes for the day. That's when she walked in. Curly brown hair, petite, in her 30's. Wearing a short skirt and a tucked in white shirt opened a litle too much. She stood in the dorway and as she looked around she couldn't hide the frown forming on her face.
- "Is it...open?" She didn't stumble, but her voice was quiet somehow, almost meek.
- "We close in 20." He gave a nod to the clock on the right wall.
She was expresionless, simply stood in the doorway looking at the tall bartender, or rather somewhere over his shoulder, while his eyes were fixed on her. He wasn't sure what to make of her yet. She was definitely dressed to attract attention. Sad though. And alone, here, at this hour. Getting back at someone? Getting over someone? He could swear he saw a tear roll over her cheek, even from that distance. He dropped his trail of thoughts and smiled warmly to her.
- "You can have a drink though. On the house." He pushed out one of the barstools and pointed to it.
- "I don't...thank you." Whatever she wanted to say she decided against it and finally walked in, letting the door close behind her as she headed for the bar. She slowly climbed on the tall barstool and stood to face the bartender. Shoulders slumped, palms crossed somewhere in her lap. She looked straight into the bartender's eyes and from that distance he could definitely see the sadness hiding behing her big green eyes and weak smile.
- "What'll it be?" He leaned forward, elbows on the counter, smiling warmly to her. She was taken aback for a moment.
- "Appletini." She replied after some seconds, while her gazed dropped shyly to her lap.
He nodded and got busy behind the bar. He would look to her every now and then, noting her furtive stares.
- "For the pretty lady." He declared as he pushed the drink in front of her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But there was something so sad, so weak and delicate in her demeanor. And she was definitely pretty. She blushed lightly and reached for the drink. He noted the absence of her wedding ring, and the mark it had left on her finger. She probably took it off today he thought. Her lips parted, a small sip at first. Then as if encouraged by his stare she drank the rest in one long gulp. She returned the glass on the counter then began holding his gaze with new found courage. He chuckled and nodded aprovingly. For a while he just let his eyes wash over her. Her sad but expectant eyes, her full lips which she had left slightly parted showing flashes of her white teeth. Her slightly opened shirt revealing part of her small but perky breasts. He noticed the absence of a bra. And finally again to her small, delicate hand which she rested on the counter and showed the obvious signs that a ring had been there until recently.
- "Is there..something wrong?" She asked weakly, obviously losing her courage under his examining stare
- "He deserve it?" He asked suddenly, nodding towards her hand, underlining the absence of the ring.
Another blush and a flash of anger danced on her face for a few seconds, finally replaced by a quiet calm.
- "Yeah. Yeah he does.... Can I have another?" She points to the empty glass after a long pause.
He nodded and turned to his usual ritual, returning with the drink within a minute. As he returned to offer the drink he was greeted with the sight of her half exposed breasts. Did she unbutton another? He put the glass on the counter but didn't offer it yet.
- "You sure about this?" He didn't specify what 'this' was, and he didn't try to hide the fact that he had noticed her breasts.
- "Yeah. I'm sure." She replied simply.
"Guess she found her courage again." He thought to himself, as he stared at her for a good while. This lady was definitely bringing out emotions in him. Good and bad.
- "Drink then." He stated simply, but sharply. It sounded more like an order. She flinched for a second then stared at him. And then she did as told, again taking a slow sip followed by a long gulp. "Listen, I gotta close now." he continued pointing to the clock. It was 1AM sharp.
- "Can I call you a cab? You shouldn't go out like that." Nodding to her cleavage.
- "But..I thought I could stay more. Maybe..another drink? You could have one with me?" She asked hurriedly, clearly taken aback by the prospect of having to leave.
- "You could stay..but I gotta lock the door. At this hour I'll only get drunks wandering in. Or more sad, beautiful women I guess." He grinned at his cheesy compliment. She giggled sweetly in return, for the first time since she had walked in, a genuine smile on her face.
- "Well .. I wouldn't want more competition.." She declared sweetly and blushed furiously, but there was no shyness in her eyes this time, only a playful twinkle as she held his stare.
Slowly, wordlessly, he nodded and grinned in the same playful manner. He grabbed the keys sitting on the counter and got out from behind the bar using the small, low wooden door to the left. She followed his movements. Even as she stood perched on top of the tall chair he was still so much higher than her. She was barely somewhere below his chest if they were side by side. Making sure he noticed she gave him a long, even risky, up and down look to which he replied with another grin, but shaking his head as if to silently scold her. She giggled and shrugged it off and continued to stare after him as he made his way to the door and closed it up. Turning around to her once more he found himself stopping to stare at her. The tall chair was definitely not agreeing with her short skirt. Even as she stood there with her hands again gathered in her laps, he could see quite a bit of her thighs exposed, up to the beginning of her lower butt. She was leaning forward slightly, pushing her chest and showing off her perky tits only adding to her whole sad but incredibly erotic look.
"I'm not sure if I want to hold her and tell her everything will be alright or simply fuck her until something breaks." He might not have said it out loud, but that single thought was ringing through his head and he stood lost in thought, as if he couldn't move until he found an answer. And she saw it too, before he could figure out anything she slid her hands behind her and started rocking her chair slowly, left and right, showing off more of her thighs and the predicament of her short, almost skimpy dress fighting to stay in place on the high chair.
"Oh no you don't.." He started thinking to himself, shaking his head visibly again scolding her, this time not grinning, only a fixed, aroused stare. He bit his lip roughly..and then everything happened rather fast. One moment he was at the door, the other he was towering over her as she stood in her chair, pushing her back into the counter. He was leaning down, kissing her lips hungrily, one hand unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She had no top, just a pair of perky, full breasts, nipples stiff, and he had begun to explore them already, cupping them and kneading just as hungrily as he kissed her.She had wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping him by his belt loops and pulling him into her as her legs spread slowly under the assault of his kisses.
...
The next morning as he lay in bed waking up he would still remember the ripples of goosebumps he caused on her thighs as his hand slid up her skirt, and the eagerness with which she undid his pants. He looked at his side, to the empty spot on the bed. He knew she wouldn't be there when he woke. He hoped he had given her what she wanted, and he was content with that. And he smiled at the red panties she carefully left on his pillow. He layed there remembering the night before for a few minutes. He rolled out of bed finally and then a thought occured.
- "I'll have to get my tools and fix that chair.." He spoke it out loud as he resolved to fix the barstool they had broken before he had to open up for a new day.
Fin
Leave your shame and your doubts at the door.
