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 Christmas had arrived 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 his girlfriend, 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.
In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked
most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones,
but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.
So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited
time on Boxing Day and the day after.
Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the
lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the
afternoon at the Mosely family home.
Hannah and Mike were both university
students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were
doing different degrees and had never met before they started working at the
Sandcastle.
They got on very well
despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her, and even though
Hannah
really had the hots for him as well, nothing happened.
She knew he liked her; she’d caught him looking at her on more than
one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.
Hannah was an old-fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a
boy out, she preferred to be more Suttle and use her allure.
Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the
signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting
the message.
So after having worked together for a number of months she decided
that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.
To that end Danielle had made sure they were working alone at the
lunchtime session on Boxing Day to aid Hannah in her conquest.
She was further aided by the weather as Sharpington was hit by heavy
snow, which kept away all but the hardiest of punters.
So, she had ample opportunity for some heavy duty flirting in between
serving customers, for the last half an hour they had no customers at all so
when she wasn’t flirting, she was formulating her plan, so at 13.59 she said
“We might as well shut up now”
“Ok” he agreed
“You lock the door while I have a pee” she added
By the time he had finished securing the doors and switching off the
fruit machines Hannah reappeared behind the bar with nothing on below the waist
except for an apron and when she bent over in front of him, he could see
everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and
sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked
back at him and asked.
“Do you see anything you like?”
“Yes everything” he replied, and she stood up and removed her apron
“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly
“James and Danielle won’t be back for at least an hour”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.
“Well before we go any further, I have to know something” she said as
she stood close up to him.
“Are you going to ask me out?”
“Only if the answer is yes” he replied
“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I
might say no?”
“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked
“So?”
“So will you go out with me Hannah?”
“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him
“So?” she asked holding him off
“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”
“I was working up to it” he replied
“Working up to it?” she retorted
“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”
“You still haven’t answered my question” he reminded her
“Which was?”
“Which was. will you go out with me Hannah?”
“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled
“Shut up and kiss me” Mike said and took her in his arms and kissed
her then he picked her up and sat her on
the counter.
He pulled her knees apart and began kissing her leg and as he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell
her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the
heady fragrance spurred him on.
He looked up briefly
and saw Hannah had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and as she opened
wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.
After making her cum
he stood up and tried to put her Christmas jumper over her head, but she
stopped him and said
“No, you first”
“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his
socks.
Hannah had slipped her hand down to her pussy while he was stripping
and when he was naked, she stared at his significantly sizzed cock and said.
“Happy Christmas to me”
He was now permitted
to pull her Jumper off over her head and play with her gorgeous tits as she
steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips
before leaving it poised, Mike twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly
around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply
into the flesh and pulled him into her.
“Oh Mike” she moaned
“At last”
Mike thought being
inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so
creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mike, Mike” she
panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her, and her thighs were holding his
hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding
him inside her.
Hannah’s breaths
became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short, measured
strokes she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.
“My God Mike” she
purred
“It was ok then?” He
panted
“You know damn well it
was” she retorted “it was so worth waiting for”
They stayed conjoined
for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him and when he lifted the
knickerless Hannah off the bar top they both laughed when they saw that the
worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mike quickly redressed
and Hannah gathered up her discarded clothes so she could go to the loo and
freshen up down below and don some dry knickers so she could take him back to
her mum’s house so he could get her wet again.
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