It was nearing 2 AM, closing Time. Sunday nights are usually the slowest time to tend bar, unless there's a holiday on Monday and nobody has to work. So I'd spent the night washing glasses and keeping the place clean so that I could make a quick getaway after closing.

"Kinda slow, isn't it,?" asked a woman customer seated on a bar stool right in front of me.

"Yeah," I answered, drying a glass.

For longer that a week, this girl had been coming into the bar. She would arrive at Midnight, have a few drinks, then leave at closing. What a knockout! Hardly the type to come into my place, she was dressed like something out of Vogue. Blond, with moderate sized breasts, a narrow waist flowing outwards again to wide luscious hips. Usually braless, I could see her hard erect nipples under her tight clothes. Either she showed up in torn jeans, or else she wore expensive outfits. Tonight, it was a one piece black leather dress that clung to every curve of her body, stockings that covered her legs, and a pair of matching high-heels.

"Another drink,?" I asked.

"Sure," she answered.

"What do you do for a social life,?" she asked while I was mixing her drink.

"I get by," I answered as I placed her latest drink on a coaster in front of her.

"What your name? Mine's Jean."

"Eric."

"Well, Eric. This might be your lucky night."

After closing the bar later, I locked up followed her outside. She drove a black BMW, which outclassed my Dodge.

"I'll drive," she said, opening the door.

Driving to her place late at night was thrilling. She sped through the deserted nighttime streets, flooring the gas all the way to her house. It was a small place, built into the side of a hill.

Once inside, I whistled. The place looked like an ad for Macy's.

"Impressed? Good, please mix us some drinks at the bar. I want to get into something more comfortable."

The bar consisted of a setup that most places would envy. Top shelf booze, cut crystal, cold cabinet for beer mugs. The bar alone was worth thousands.

When Jean returned, she was wearing a silk robe. Belted around her waist tightly, it showed off all of her curves. I was able to stifle a whistle.

"I like wearing leather," she said, "But silk is nice too."

"You wear both very well," I answered as I sipped at my drink.

Reaching over, I kissed her firmly. First on the cheek, then on her luscious red, full lips. We wasted no time in finishing our drinks and placing the glasses on the table. Then I took her fully in my arms, feeling her naked body through the silk robe. She moaned with pleasure and desire as my hands roved over her barely covered figure. Meanwhile, her hands reached down and opened my black jeans. She then pulled my underpants down and massaged my hardening cock to full erection.

"You're so hard," Jean gasped.

"Wait," I said.......(cont)