The Quickie Chronicles - Bourbon Afternoon

Walking down Bourbon, I stopped and got a lucky dog, since that was the only meat I was getting today. I decided to stop in and see my favorite bartender, Kyle.  He was a short stack but I still fantasized about feeling him deep inside me as I screamed his name. He had a nice smile, beautiful eyes, and a bald head.  I grinned hard as I approached the bar.

"It's empty today" I said as I tried to curb my sexual excitement.

"It's always slow this time of day" He smiled. I was wet."So, what are you drinking today?" he asked.

"It's four in the afternoon!" I replied.

"It's New Orleans on a Saturday afternoon. Live a little." But I didn't want a drink. I wanted to crawl across the bar and put his dick in my mouth like I had done so many times in my dreams.

"A patron shot" I heard myself say.  He poured the shot and I downed it like it was the last thing I would drink. Liquid courage, I thought.

" Another!" I yelled.

"Damn girl, slow down!" he laughed as he spoke. I wrapped my hand around the small glass tightly and downed that one too. I took my jacket off and hiked up my skirt. I stood on the bar stool and proceeded to crawl across the bar. I could tell Kyle was trying to suppress laughter but in a minute he wouldn't be laughing.

We were face to face now.

"Hi" I said grinning. He smiled.

"You're not supposed to be back here" he said softly. I knelt down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I pulled his dick out and was pleasantly surprised.

"It's better than I imagined" I said right before I took him into my mouth. He grunted as he braced himself against the shelf. He gripped the back of my head. He pulled me up and hiked up the little sundress I had on. He played with my clit as I bit his neck.

"Get on your knees" he commanded. I did as I was told. He grabbed my waist as he thrusted inside of me. The sound of his palm slapping my ass excited me even more. I came and shortly after I felt his juices on my back. Oh shit... Voices. We scrambled to gather ourselves. 

"There was a secret tunnel that led to a basement where he hid his liquor during prohibition" Kyle said loudly as he pointed at the ground.

"Thank you for such an interesting story. It's the best I ever had-- um heard. It's gonna be a great addition to my book." I replied grinning.

"Please come by again I have more to show you" Kyle smiled as new patrons took seats at the bar. I stepped back on to Bourbon street hoping my tryst with Kyle would not be my last.