She sat at the bar, playing on her phone and enjoying a glass of wine. Every now & then, she’d let out a happy little squeal or frown, based on the results of her favorite word game.

“This seat taken?” he asked, plopping his laptop bag down next to her.

“Not currently,” she replied, sliding her phone into her own laptop bag. “What brings you to paradise?” she asked, looking around the sparsely populated room.

“Flight to actual paradise, Honolulu, is delayed,” he replied, grumpily looking out the window & the steadily-falling snow.

“Well, you made out better than my coworkers – they’re stuck at the airport and can’t get a cab out, looks like they’re spending the night there.”

“How’d you avoid the same fate?” he asked back.

“Let us call it women’s intuition, and not that I was running late after cleaning up from a presentation – by the time I was ready to head out, my flight had already been canceled.”

“Sounds convenient,” he replied as the bartender approached.

“Beer, local if you got it,” he spoke and the bartender nodded, grabbing a glass.”

After drinking the first sip, the pile of cocktail napkins fell from the bar. He lunged to get them, as did she. Somehow, his hand ended up on her lap. “Sorry,” he said, pulling it back.

She grabbed his hand and drew it back to her lap, “oh, there’s no need to be”
she said to him, looking him in the eyes.

He leaned in; they kissed.

She stood from the bar stool, moving closer to him, guiding his hand under her skirt. His fingertips pushed aside a pair of panties that were growing increasingly wet.

She pressed her sex into his hand and his other hand worked between her blouse and blazer. She broke the kiss from his mouth and started kissing his neck before biting his ear lobe.

His fingers circled her clit before his middle finger slid under the seam of her underwear, and then teased her opening. She put her arms around him and started to ride his hand.

“Ahem,” said the bartender, stepping from behind the bar and up to the amorous couple. She broke contact with the patron, looking to the bartender face to face. And then, not missing a beat, reached out her hand toward the bartender, unfastening his fly before returning her mouth to the patron’s.

The patron returned to massaging her sex through her underwear with one hand as the other, more firmly, groped her left breast over her blouse.

Stroking the bartender’s cock, she moaned as an orgasm came rushing from the patron’s fingering. “Ma’am, just not here,” the bartender, reluctantly, whispered.

“To the back room, then?” she asked, standing and guiding the bartender by his manhood to the open room behind the hotel bar. The patron, convinced he was caught in the middle of some random sex game of a couple, shrugged, sat back down, and took a swig from his beer. “Oh, you’re coming, too” she said, looking back and grabbing his hand.. And the three walked into the back room – one led by his cock, the other by his hand.

Once in a semi-private area, she dropped to her knees and unfastened the patron’s fly. With both men standing, she stroked their cocks and started licking her lips.

“I love the smell of pre-cum in the afternoon,” she said with a lilt in her voice, slowly working her hands over each erect penis before her.

Looking at the bartender, she whispered “fuck me, please,” and moved her lips over to the patron’s dick.

The bartender moved behind her, kneeling on the floor; he lifted her skirt, shoved her panties aside, and placed the head of his manhood against her vagina. She arched her back, moaned, and dropped both hands to the floor.

The patron lowered himself to his knees as she started working his cock with her mouth. Awkwardly, they worked her before gathering a rhythm. Before long they were pumping into her in time to the musak pumped into the sound system.

The bartender grabbed her hips and started moving her along with each of his thrusts. The patron put his hands behind his head, arching his back, letting out a ecstactic sigh.

She let out a moan, sucking all the while, as another orgasm mounted.

As her body quavered, the patron started to growl – a deep, guttural sound. And then he moved his hands to the back of her head, guiding her motions. He thrust one time and she started swallowing.

The bartender quickly followed with an orgasm of his own.

The three sat, collecting their breath. “I should, um, get back to work, or something” the bartender exclaimed, putting his bits in order and re-fastening his fly, leaving the back room.

“This certainly beats . . . well, this beats any way to spend a snow storm I can think of,” the patron said through a smile, standing and adjusting his own wardrobe.

She pulled her skirt up, adjusted her panties, and then straightened her skirt once again. “And the night might just be young. Buy me another?” she asked, heading back to the bar.