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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