I really love my job as a bar person in an international hotel chain. Bar work suits me, I am a 34 DD so the starched white blouses still show my nipples (if they are aroused). Anytime we have to wear the promotional shirts the smallest one goes to me. We always sell lots of whatever I'm advertising.

Anyway, one night a awesome looking business man walked into my bar. He was Josh Holloway meets Patrick Dempsey. The suit was tailored made, to be expected, but the way it moved with him as he strode to the bar seemed to hypnotized me. His voice, deep, smooth, full, startled me for a split second, “single malt please, Laphroig if you have it” he ordered. Quickly my mind got back in job mode. “We have a ten year old sir” I replied. “Perfect, one both counts, the malt and you” floated from his lips, enveloped my ears and sent a shiver down my spine. “Take a seat sir, I will bring it over, and thank you”, I said.

I placed the heavy crystal whisky tumbler on a perfectly polished silver tray, put on the bottle and a a small glass of ice. As I walked over to his table his eyes took me in, everypart of me, inside of me as well. Again the same shiver. This time it ended up in my nipples and they doubled in size in seconds. The pain was pleasurable and sent a stabbing warmth into my groin. I reached his table, stopped, and looking him in the eyes I lent forward and placed the tray on the table. I opened the Laphroig and poured a generous double. “Can you leave the bottle” he asked. “Sorry no but I can come over and refill” I replied. “That would be fine, but before you do, take off your panties” he said without a blink. It wasn't a command, but I felt somehow powerless to refuse. I walked back to the bar, tingling all over my body now. I excused myself and went to the ladies, took off my now very wet panties and slipped them into my handbag.

As I got back to the bar my mystery man had finished his malt and was looking towards the bar. I picked up my tray a walked confidently across to his table. “Beside me please” he said as he smiled a beckoned to his right. As I stood next to him, pouring his whisky, I felt the warmth in my groin intensify, concentrate itself, then gently throb. “Can I get you anything else” I said as confidently as I could. “There is” he replied as his warm strong hand touched my leg just above the knee. The jolt was electric. “Stay there”. His hand rose up inside my skirt, perfectly manciured fingers glanced across my soft pubic mound. Then, suddenly his thumb, stopped just above my clitoris and just hovered, so close I could feel the warmth of his skin but not touching. “I would love to see you coming, you look like you would really enjoy it. He withdrew his hand and picked up his drink. “Thank you” he said.

Back at the bar I was like a horny school girl. The 15 minutes to drink his second was agonising. If I'd had a spare thirty seconds I would have made my self come to stop me hopping around. Those six metres to his table felt like sixty. Again he motioned beside him, this time saying nothing. This time as I poured his hand, like a warm velet glove went up between my legs, I couldn't help it, I parted them ever so slightly. By now my clitoris was swollen and aching. His thumb massaged one way then the next, one, two fingers just slipped inside and instantly found me G-spot. I thought, I'm togoing to come, right here on the spot. My eyes closed and my knees felt weak. All of a sudden he withdrew his hand, I bolted upright. “Come up to my room” he said. I did, but I wasn't a waitress so I leave that one till another time