The traditional
seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great
time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The
Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and
illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun
Park.
It also had the grand
neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had
nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had
been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at
The Sandcastle Arms.
The pub was managed by
30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was
in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who
was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy,
busty, and very popular with the punters.
It was compulsory for
the staff to wear Christmas Jumpers, though not the customers, but much to
their credit the vast majority of them did anyway.
But as far as James
was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent
much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging
themselves inside her sweater.
He thought it was just
a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon
as she would be returning to University in the New Year.
At the end of a very
profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the
doors bolted.
As soon as the doors
were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started
clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the
dishwasher.
Once everything the
other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it
was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving
behind the bar.
On that night they had
been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth
having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela
out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.
When everything was
done, they were stood behind the bar chatting, she was leaning against the bar,
and he was stood opposite with his arms folded.
It was just small talk
about who was doing what at Christmas and New Year, when was she returning to Uni,
it was all just ordinary mundane stuff which lasted about ten minutes.
But then without
warning she stepped forward and grabbed his hands, before applying them to her
breasts.
“What are you doing?”
he said and withdrew his hands from her jumper.
“I thought that’s what
you wanted” Daniella said, cupping her breasts with his hands again “You’ve
been staring at them all evening”
“I know” James agreed
and removed his mits again “but that doesn’t mean I should grope them at the
first opportunity”
“But I’ve got really
lovely tits, why don’t you want to grope my titties?” she said indignantly, and
turned her back to him
“It’s not that I don’t
want to” he said and stood behind her and put her hands on her shoulders.
“Then why?”
“Because I’m ten years
older that you” he explained and moved his hands to her waist “and I’m your
boss”
“I don’t care about
any of that” she said and moved his hands up under her jumper until they
settled over her perfect ample tits, and this time he didn’t withdraw them, but
began to caress their pliant form and tease her nipples to full erection, which
didn’t take long.
“That feels really
nice” she purred and rubbed her pert buttocks against his swelling cock.
“Well, if you think
that’s nice then you’ll love this” he said and, relinquishing her right breast,
slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her
leggings, into her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her meagre
whiskers.
“Oh God” she exclaimed
as his finger parted her sticky lips.
“I wasn’t expecting
that”
“I can stop” he said
and began to withdraw his digit
“No, don’t stop” she
yelped, and gripped his arm to prevent its removal, then she turned her head to
look at him.
“Not until I’m ready
for you to fuck me”
So he redeployed his
and she began to moan whorishly.
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