I never thought I would step foot back in this place. I said my final goodbye’s that night ten years ago.
You see, I was left this place by the last owner, Mitch Abrams. Which surprised me since we only really spoke that one time.
Pushing open the door to the empty bar brought back that exact time. I was one semester away from graduating college and a thousand dollars short of paying off the tuition. But I was determined to do it on my own. All my so called friends, were either knocked up or drugged up. Which I had no ambition to do either.
I had a goal and that goal needed a diploma.
“Yanise stop day dreaming and go to table eight. He’s been waiting for ten minutes already.”
That right there was John. That son of a female cow. He has tried numerous times to get me alone, to get some. He realized it was a lost cause when I grabbed his nuts like a vise and squeezed. He left me alone after that.
“Can I help you sir?”
There he was, Mitch Abrams the owner’s son. I always had a thing for the guy but he never once looked my way.
“Hey Yanise let me get a coke,fries and a triple burger.” I nodded and went off to put in the order. The whole night I watched as he ate alone. Usually there was a group around him discussing god knows what.
He was supposed to inherit the bar after he graduated. So I’m guessing he had to stay and watch how things worked. Or he just had no where else better to spend his time.
Mitch was close to six feet, muscular framed but not too muscular that he could not put his hands down on his side and he kept his hair shaggy. What hypnotized me the most was his mouth. Perfect to nibble, suck and delve right in. Just thinking about it made breathing difficult.
I had to close that night so John left me the keys to lock up. Mitch was still sitting there looking off into space, like he had a lot on his mind.
“Hey were closed. You should know that since your going to be the boss.” I said while giggling.
“Yeah I know it. Why don’t you leave and I’ll close up.”
“Can’t you’ve never done it before.” I said smiling and flipping over the chairs onto the table.
“Ok then I’ll help.” He stood and my breath almost left me. He was pure masculinity.
“As you wish.” I said quoting my favorite story Princess Bride.
We stacked in silence and then we began cleaning the bar down.
“Yanise why have you never say but a couple of words towards me. I sat there thinking I’ve known you for four years and you just say hi, how are you. Just simple things. Why?”
I thought to myself, where did this come from. “I don’t know. Never thought about it.”
Mitch stood before me and I could see he wanted to say something, “Am I fired?”
“Fired?” He said then shook his head.
Instead out of the blue he kissed me and not an innocent first date kiss but a hungry I haven’t eaten for days kind of kiss.
I pulled away because as much as I am attracted I am not loose.
“Sorry Yanise. I’ll leave. I must have read you wrong.”
“Hugh? How’s that?”
“For four years you been watching me. Not a regular look but that I want to see you naked kind of look. I never brought a girl here because eventually I was gonna get the nerve to ask you out but…”
“But?” I waited.
“But I could not hold on any longer. You see I’m leaving tomorrow. I have to go over seas for a long while and I know you won’t be here when I come back. I don’t want to leave with an imaginary encounter of us. Stupid right.”
I don’t know what snapped. Was it him leaving or him wanting me or him imagining me with him.
I kissed him. I delved as deep as I could to savor the flavor that coke he’s been nursing left behind. He’s right I wanted him.
I felt his hand press me close that I could feel every inch of him. This time he pulled away.
“Are you sure? I can’t stop again.”
I nodded and he bent to kiss my neck then lifted me up on the bar we just cleaned.
“Spread your legs for me darling let me see and remember every beautiful part of you.”
I did as he asked and he ripped my Victoria secret panties in two. He spread them wider, revealing my clit. Slowly he rubbed his thumb in a circle around it. I was going to close my legs because I felt my self begin to cum.
“No let me see you drip for me.”
“Shit even in the best dirty novels they don’t say drip. Then it happened. I came and he pushed three fingers in as another wave hit.
“Your so tight.”
I didn’t hear when he unzipped his pants but I felt the thick head of his shaft push into my soaking wet channel. I screamed out when he finally situated himself in.
“Oh damn Yanise.” He moved in and out as if we had a fire behind us and we needed to hurry. All I could see was his fabulous mouth breathing heavy and all I heard was our body slapping from me soaking us both.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him were I wanted him to be. He moaned out a word when I reached between us and grabbed the base of his shaft. Feeling the wet hard shaft slide between my fingers and into me was totally a sensual mind fuck.
Then he did only what I read about. He entered his thumb in my rear and I screamed as I came. Every muscle squeezed and relaxed, milking his shaft. It made him cum just as hard.
We both looked at each other and ingrained it in our memories. He pulled out and discarded a condom I never seen him put on. I jumped off the bar took off my torn panties and threw it out.
“Yanise don’t hate me for tonight, because I wanted you for so long.”
I looked at him and gave his perfect lips a kiss and went to the back. I never seen Mitch Abrams again. The last I heard was that he married and stayed over seas. He sent me a letter one day saying
“I could not get rid of our night together. I leave it I your hands.”
So now I owned the bar, but we owned the memory.