Valentines Day

Unfortunately this year, I was working on St. Valentines Day. I don’t mean working in the day – it was a Tuesday, so most of us 9 to 5’ers were working during the day – I mean working in the evening. So no romantic meal for two in a fancy over-priced restaurant!

But that doesn’t mean you can’t still have a good time.

It’s really got nothing to do with this story, but I will mention it anyway as it will probably help something along the way make sense, I’m sure... for the majority of the day I was ridiculously horny. We’re not talking about feeling a bit amorous, where you’re just looking forward to getting home that evening to make love to your other half. I’m talking about being what we’ve come to know as cock-slut-crazy horny. Maybe you too have felt this way before, or maybe it’s just me and my nymphomaniac tendencies, but I’m talking about the kind of horniness where everybody you look at, your mind wanders to a thought of them fucking you, where every time you bend over you stand back up with a real sense of disappointment that whilst you were bent over nobody had decided to pull your skirt up around your waist, roughly tear your panties from your body and stuff their nice hard cock deep inside you.

I can sense I’m getting some blank looks right now – it really is just me, isn’t it?! Lol

Digression over...

Well I did bend over a lot at work during the day, legs spread just enough to ensure the very high rear split of my near knee-length black skirt opened up nicely to show my tempting seamed-stocking encased thighs, a flash of bare thigh, and I’m sure if anybody was really looking they may have even caught a glimpse of my scarlet red lacy thong! But the disappointment raged on throughout the day as I was met with a string of refusals to my tantalising invitations to ravish me right there in the bustling office.

And as I made my way from my day job to my night job, still wearing the same outfit with the exception of a change in top – from the tight fitting red blouse I had been wearing to the much more revealing black wrap-around top that showed off the trim of my red spectacular-cleavage-enhancing bra perfectly – and a change in shoes – from red high heels to black high heels, I was hoping my disappointment wouldn’t continue much longer.

I was pretty sure it wouldn’t, I knew there’d be a “stranger” at the bar at some point who I’m sure wouldn’t be able to resist my ample charms.

Because tonight the sexy singleton barmaid blogslut was going to get to flirt with a handsome bachelor of a stranger called J. No, we haven’t gone back in time, we were just playing a little “stranger game” where we’d re-create to some degree our whirlwind courtship of nearly five and a half years ago, where we met in just such a situation. It wasn’t the easiest place to play a stranger game, as other members of staff and even a few of the customers will recognise J, from previous times that he’s visited me at work. But we’d give it a go and see how it works.

It was a different night at work, many of the familiar faces weren’t around, dragged away from their Tuesday night beer by their other halves, and there were many more couples popping in for a drink than usual, some staying for a while, others coming and going within half an hour or so, as they obviously had plans at a more prestige establishment than ours! Lol. But the crowd was always pretty good, and kept the staff busy throughout the night.

It was a good couple of hours into my shift before J walked through the door, I’d been glancing at the door constantly for a good hour, awaiting his arrival. He was lucky enough to be able to get a standing spot at the bar when he arrived, he may not have been so lucky if he’d left it any longer. I greeted him like he wasn’t the man responsible for the diamond on my ring finger... “What can I get you?” I said with a smile and a twinkle in my eye.

He stayed at the bar, slowly drinking his bottled beers, not wanting to drink too fast and have too many... he had plans for later that evening that would require him to not be intoxicated. Lol. And although I didn’t get to spend too much time with him, when I was stood behind the bar and not too busy, I would chat to him and let him do his best to chat me up. I didn’t make it easy for him, although I flirted back, leaning across the bar giving him a good look down my top, laughing at his jokes and following up on his sexual innuendo’s with some equally good sexually charged comments of my own, every so often I would spurn his advances with a witty remark or a playful roll of my eyes to let him know I wasn’t actually available, like I would with anybody else in fact.

The amount of time I was spending at the bar with him though did of course cause the green-eyed monster to come out in a few of my regular customers – those who didn’t know of the connection between J and myself – who thought I wasn’t giving them enough attention while the stranger at the bar was monopolising my time. So, next thing I know, I’m splitting my time at the bar between 4 guys who are all firmly fixed at the bar vying for my attentions. Luckily it wasn’t too consuming of my time as they were standing in two groups of 2, several feet apart from each other at the bar, as two guys who were drinking together stood together and the other guy ended up standing next to J. He was a few feet away at first, but as they both engaged themselves into the conversations I was having with the other, they just ended up next to each other, chatting amongst themselves while I wasn’t with them.

From my point of view, I thought this would ruin a plan that I knew J would have. As in our early courtship days when we had our across-the-bar flirting relationship, we’d do this thing where he’d compliment on my stockings, and then tease me a bit before he convinced me to flash my stocking tops to him to “prove” that they were actually stockings. I knew he’d have planned to do this again, but as he’d now gained company at the bar, I thought it would probably prevent it.

How wrong I was. He went for it anyway. Involving the other guy with it. I had my seamed stockings on, so he made the comment about them, asking if they were stockings, I of course told him they were. He joked around with it, saying he wasn’t sure and I should prove it. The other guy vouched for me, which I found quite funny, him standing there telling my fiance that he could guarantee that I was definitely a stocking wearer! But J was having none of it, and even played the “poor me” card, as he pondered aloud about how unfair it was that the other guy had proof of it while he didn’t. It was an interesting conversation, as it’s rare that I’m privy to this kind of conversation – people discussing how they view me. So I pressed the guy as to how he knew I was “definitely a stocking wearer”, and he gave us some examples of times I’d shown too much. Always interesting to hear – often you never really know if your “accidentally on purpose” flashes have the effect that you wanted them to have. I was actually very excited and exhilarated by the conversation, but to play along I feigned uncomfortable embarrassment, and made a joking generalised statement about how perverted the male sex is.

I did give them both a stocking top flash from behind the bar though. However, only one of them got a heavy make-out and groping session in the store-room when I snuck back there when they were coming back from the toilets. But which one was it? Lol. It’s an easy guess, I’m not THAT slutty, regardless of what you may think! hehe

And all of a sudden the traditional Valentines Day guy with a bucket of single red roses walks into the pub, and all four of my guys bought one and gave them to me. J asked if he could get a thank-you kiss, and I reluctantly yet playfully agreed and went for a kiss on the cheek. He turned into it though and got a full kiss, and took a liberty as he grabbed my ass. I scolded the “stranger” for his forwardness. Of course, all the others had to have a kiss too, and they also touched my ass, but in a much more discreet manner. When I say they got kisses, I’m talking about them lasting no more than a second, except J’s as he caught me off-guard as he pulled me into him, so his lasted 2+ seconds. By this time all four were standing together and chatting at the bar in a group.

It was near closing time, just when I thought that our little stranger game had worked remarkably well and hadn’t been ruined by the fact that some people may know him; very few people who have seen him before were there, staff included; that our charade was ruined. My boss, the pub owner/manager, who had been working out back all evening, came out to help work the bar and take last orders ready for closing. He saw J there, and greeted him, giving away that we were a couple with one simple and innocent comment!

The other three looked a little confused and bemused. I made a hasty exit to go serve others, and left J to clean up this mess! Lol. They all seemed understanding to J’s explanation though, and were all laughing and joking as I returned to them a little red faced from the embarrassment of the situation.

After we closed up shortly after that, and cleaned up, and it was time to get going, I went and stripped out of my top and skirt, and just put my coat on over my underwear. I walked back out and my boss was just asking me a few questions when he kind of looked at me a bit funny and paused for a second before continuing talking. He stopped again shortly after that and asked, very matter of factly, “have you got changed?” It was obvious I wasn’t wearing what I was before, my skirt was knee length, whereas my coat only just covers my stocking tops, so either my skirt had shrunk, or disappeared! Lol. I replied with a slightly cheeky, “well, it depends what you mean by changed. I’m not wearing anything now that I wasn’t wearing before.” I thought my answer was vague, but my naughty smile must have given me away as he seemed to catch on to what I meant. “Lucky fella! What you still doing here then? Get out of here and enjoy your night!” is all he said in reply. I headed to the door saying that I planned to, before, spur of the moment, I turned back and opened my coat for a brief second, giving him a flash of my sexy red Valentine underwear, before quickly heading out the door.

I walked over to my car where J was waiting for me – he’d caught the train to the pub earlier so he could drink and I’d drive him home. I was about 10 or 15 feet away when J signalled that I should take my coat off, which I did, and gave a twirl and threw my coat over my shoulder, and catwalk strutted the rest of the way to my car. I then had to find my keys in my bag, freezing in the near midnight February winds. I should think these things through, shouldn’t I – my advice: get your keys out first! Which is when I heard some wolf-whistles and some rowdy cheers, as I noticed the three other of my bar-flirting partners standing on the street not a million miles away either waiting for taxi’s or chatting before their walk home. They couldn’t see anything clearly, but they saw enough!

J just chuckled and gave a wave. I gave a quick wave too before jumping into my car. When we were in, J jokingly suggested, “maybe we should offer them a lift”. I knew he wasn’t serious, but my answer consisted of two words, the first beginning with an F and the second one was Off! Lol. I mean, my car isn’t big enough for 3 passengers! Haha. And there was only one guy I wanted that night.

I drove the hell out of there after that, I had to drive by the guys, so I gave them a beep and a wave as I did, as they tried to peer in the windows. In their eyes, I think I just confirmed my status as the best barmaid in the world! Hehe

Less than 5 minutes later we were pulled over on a quiet country road on our way home and I was bent over the hood of my car, getting the animal-lust filled ravishing I’d been dying for all day. Finally!