I awoke from what felt like the most erotic dream I have ever had until I saw Elise curled up asleep beside me. I was semi erect and was thinking of wakening her with my dick pressing against the divide of her ass cheeks but decided to let her sleep.

I had a quick shower cleaning my teeth at the same time. I dried off and padded into my kitchen wearing boxers as I was not going to risk hot oil splashes on my dick.

I made a pot of coffee and filled two glasses with fresh orange juice. I made some pancakes with scrambled eggs and crispy bacon and filled two plates.

I did not know how Elise took her coffee so I put some cream in a little jug and the sugar bowl beside it.

Everything went on a tray and I was about to lift it and take it to the bedroom when two arms encircled my belly and a hand gave my dick a light squeeze as fabric covered breasts flattened on my back.

“Morning, Ger, I slept like a log last night. I woke and you were not there but I followed the smell so here I am.”

“Here you are. Morning to you too,” as I turned in her arms and put mine around her.

She was wearing one of my t-shirts that I hadn’t put away and had been on the back of a chair in the bedroom. I bent to kiss her and she turned her head away.

“Don’t, my mouth would repel flies!”

I turned her head back and kissed her lips.

“There is a new toothbrush in the vanity you can have.”

“Thanks, Ger, be right back.”

I put the breakfast on the table and poured the coffee. It was not long before she was back and she said, “I’m famished.”

“Come here first, Elise.” I wiped away some dried toothpaste froth from the corner of her mouth and gave her the kiss I wanted to and tasted the mint flavoring of the toothpaste. I broke it off and said, “Breakfast, eat!”

She sat down and poured a little cream into her coffee and heaped sugar into it.

“Sweet tooth?”

“No, I prefer tea in the morning but the sugar makes it bearable.”

“I have tea if you want that.”

“No, no problem. I’ll just have the jitters for a couple of hours.”

“I’ll make the tea and made to get up.”

“Just kidding, coffee is fine.”

She attacked the plate and devoured everything on it.

“Now that is breakfast. I usually grab a bagel in the morning near the bar. Talking of which, what time is it?”

“9.30,” I replied.

“That’s ok, Sean can open up as he has a set of keys. I can start at 12.00 after I go home and change. Not wearing yesterday’s clothes or I would smell like a 2 bit hooker. Talking of which, where are my clothes?”

“They are in the wash dryer, should be done in an hour or so.”

“Laundry service as well? Wow! What do you suggest we do now as I can’t go anywhere in this.”

Elise pulled the t-shirt away from herself, giving me a glimpse of the mounds of her breasts.

“Any ideas?”

“Well I have one but it does not involve a t-shirt but involves you.”

“I think I know what that might be.” She pulled the t-shirt off and threw it over my head.

“Race you!”

By the time I got it off my head she was running to the bedroom. I nearly caught up with her as she dived onto the bed and said,

“I win! My choice!”

I tore off my boxers and joined her on the bed with my dick rising.

“I want you to lick my pussy but not make me come. Think you can do that?”

“That’s all?”

“No way, you are going to suck my nipples as well. Then you are going to fuck me until I come. Think you can manage that?”

“I think it is within my limited skills.”

By now my dick was fully gorged with blood and stood out from my crotch.

I parted Elise’s thighs and lowered my mouth to her pussy. Already it was moist with her juices and I lapped them up. She put her fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp as my tongue parted her pussy lips and pushed inside her vagina. She tightened her grip on my hair and moaned,

“Oh fuck!” She cried out.

Pushing my tongue up I flicked her clitoris and she jerked on the bed. Long slow strokes of my tongue caressed her clit and then parting her lips again to taste her nectar had her moaning louder; A long slow trip from her wet entrance up to her swelling bud had her tighten her grip of my hair. Alternating between her clit and delicious pussy was increasing her reactions.

She was twisting her hips in an effort to avoid my attentions but I kept up the licking. It wasn’t until I sucked her clitoris that she pulled my head away.

“No fair! You were going to cheat!”

“Cheat? I was doing exactly what you told me.”

I moved up to her breasts and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it, flicking my tongue over the erect surface and then running it around her areola making her gasp. I did the same to the other one and Elise moaned loudly. I kept alternating between her nipples and slid my fingers into her pussy. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and curled my fingers inside her. By now she was soaking wet and gripping the bedsheet with each hand.

“Ger! Stop! You’re going to make me cum. Put your dick in me, please.”

I let her nipple slip from my lips then withdrew my fingers from her soaking pussy and lifted her legs to my shoulders. I guided my rigid dick to her pussy lips and pushed into her velvet lined hole and started to thrust slowly into her.

Barely three strokes and Elise convulsed in a huge orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my dick. She uttered guttural sounds and thrashed her head from side to side. Her legs trembled on my shoulders.

I was shocked as to how hard and quickly she came and didn’t try to move inside her.

Her eyes opened and again the green was filled with golden flecks.

Her mouth moved but no sound came out. I was worried in case there was something wrong but she managed to whisper,

“Oh fucking hell. This is not real. What are you doing to me?”

I felt her pussy start to relax and was about to pull out of her.

“No! Don’t. Leave it in me. Oh my fucking legs!”

I eased her legs down gently keeping my dick inside her and supported myself with my hands above her.

“Just give me a minute to recover from that. I never thought that it would be the same as yesterday but it was. Oh my god, unreal!”

Elise pulled my head to hers and mashed her mouth against mine, her tongue seeking mine. I responded to her kiss feeling my dick harden even more inside her heavenly pussy.

“You need to cum,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Cum inside me, I don’t care if I don’t cum again but I want you to cum.”

Her words had me pumping my dick into her as if it was going to be my last fuck. It just took a couple of minutes of thrusting into the tightness of her before I exploded in her pussy emptying my balls into her. I fell on top of her and she wrapped her arms around me as I gasped for breath.

“I felt every spurt from you in my pussy. They were so hot when they filled me. I’m so glad you came.”

“Elise, you would make a dead man cum. You are so fucking hot that a blind man would have a hard on.”

She laughed and pushed me off her delicious body releasing a flood of our orgasms onto the sheet.

“More laundry for you, I think! OK, places to go, people to see.”

With that she leaned over and took my now limp dick in her hand, kissed the tip of it and said, “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”

Elise got off the bed and twisted her hair up into a loose coif.

“Shower time.”

We got into the shower and cleaned off with no nonsense although it would have been good and probably made Elise late for the bar.

As Elise was toweling I got her clothes from the washer dryer. I put them on the bed that minutes before had been the scene of our passion.

I pulled on fresh jeans, a Pink Floyd t-shirt and black Asics trainers.

Elise put on her panties and posed provocatively in front of me.

She giggled and pulled her jeans on then covered her beautiful breasts with her t-shirt. Boots were next and then her jacket.

“To work, James.” She said in a mock English accent.

“Yes, milady,” I replied. “It will be the automobile.”

Elise threw her arms around my neck and said, “One bike ride is not enough” and crushed my lips with hers.

When we got back last night it was dark and Elise did not really see my car as it was hidden by a dust cover. I pulled it off to reveal the car.

“No way! A Mustang? That is just as good as a Bonnie!”

I owned a fully restored 1967 black convertible Mustang. I had been offered large amounts of money for it but I would never part with it.

“Hop in and we’ll go.”

Elise grabbed her helmet from the Bonnie and got into the car.

We got to the bar just after 12.

Elise got out and said, “Park it up and I’ll make you coffee.”

I turned the car into the bar’s lot as she disappeared into the bar. I came to the entrance and went in. Funny how bars are never the same in daylight. I could detect the faint smell of stale beer but otherwise it wasn’t too bad.

There were a couple of patrons in a booth with shots and beers.

Elise was behind the bar at an Italian coffee machine.

“Expresso or an Americano?”

“Americano, please.”

She busied herself at the machine as it hissed steam into a little jug of milk.

She put the coffee and milk on the bar and came around to my side of it.

“Best ever coffee, Brazilian. Costs more but worth it. Enjoy.”

The barman I recognised from my previous visit to the bar came out of the stockroom with an armful of liquor bottles.

“Oh! Look what the cat dragged in. Afternoon, boss!” His accent wasn’t American but I was sure English was his native tongue.

“Are you really looking for a pink slip, Sean?”

“No boss. Yessum boss. Whatever you say boss.”

He laughed and racked the liquor bottles.

“You just can’t get the staff these days and have to put up with a shit like him. A likable shit but still a shit.”

“If you didn’t pay so well I’d be off like a rocket.”

“Nobody in this town would hire you. You know what side your bread is buttered on and would never go.”

Boss?” I questioned.

“Yup, boss. This is my bar and I own it all, warts and cheeky bartenders included.”

I was dumb with shock at the revelation that the bar belonged to her. Elise could not have been older than 30 by my reckoning, maybe younger.

“If you are wondering, it was my dad’s bar and I inherited it when he died a couple of years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Elise. That must have been hard on you at the time.”

My mind worked out that it happened while I was still with Julie and I never knew about it.

“Well it is the past and nothing can take away my memories and love of my dad. He brought me up single handed when my so called mother fucked off when I was two.”

I could hear the vehemence in her voice.

“She nearly broke my dad but he was strong enough to overcome it and give me a life that I would not trade for anything. He was more than just my dad, he was my best friend as I grew up. I loved him so much until he died of a heart attack.”

I saw Elise’s eyes well up and got up to comfort her.

“Don’t, Ger, I’ll be ok. Right, that is enough maudling shit for one day.”

Elise looked at the bar and saw a business card tucked into the bar towel.

“Sean!”

“Yo”

“Has that fucking asshole been in here again?”

“Yes, he was in earlier looking for you but I told him you were away. He said to call him.”

“The fuck I will. This bar has been independent since it opened and it is going to stay that way despite those corporate bastards trying to wheedle their way in.”

“Ger, I’m sorry but I need to do the work thing now. Come round on Friday night, there is a great band playing.”

With that she kissed me deeply and went through the bar to a door at the back of it.

Sean looked at me and said in his accent quietly, “You must be something special as she never brings anyone to the bar let alone kiss somebody in front of me. She is totally business in here. Might chat to customers but keeps herself to herself. You are the first guy I have ever seen her with in a long time. You are privileged indeed.”

He headed back to the other side of the bar.

I finished my coffee and went to the car. I sat there and realized I knew virtually nothing about Elise apart from what she told me today. I was still getting over the fact that she owned the bar. This accounted a lot for her self-assurance and directness.

Four days can either be a short time or it could be forever depending on circumstances. For me it felt like forever until it passed. I didn’t phone Elise as I did not have her number. I could have phoned the bar but that would seem like an intrusion into her space so I toughed it out until Friday came.

I’m not a clothes horse. My preferred attire when I am not working is t-shirts and 501s. Buttons over zips anytime as I once caught my foreskin in a zip, a painful experience never to be repeated.

Yes, I can wear pants and jackets, even suits but mainly for work as I said. As a senior commissioning engineer I was not expected to get down and dirty on installs but liaise with the customer’s reps and maintenance management. I always had coveralls in my travel gear and would help out the install squad if there wasn’t much to do with the customer. I did their job long enough before getting pushed up a few rungs within the company.

Tonight was my time so it was my go to clothes. Just a plain black t-shirt, black 501s and black boots were the choice. A blue denim Levi jacket completed

I wasn’t wanting to get to the bar too early so I waited until about 8.30pm before taking a taxi to it. I got out at the bar and paid my fare, tipping the driver ten bucks. He thanked me and said, “Any time, buddy.”

I entered the bar and took in the view. The first time I was here I just went straight to the bar and ordered. I noticed that flanking the door were two well-built security guys wearing dark blue polo shirts with the bar logo. They were on stools and for comparison looked like those stone lions that flank pseudo mansion driveways except these ‘lions’ were constantly alert scanning the bar area and incoming patrons.

The interior was more or less what a bar should look like. Booths against the street wall, a darkened stage to the left, a pool table well to the right, a mix of stand ups and tables with chairs in the middle and about a ten foot gap between them and the bar with another three well-spaced stand ups.

The bar took up most of the rear wall area with three sets of beer fonts placed along it. Mirrored back wall with liquor racks, glass fronted beer fridges and two very modern electronic tills that were operated by key cards held by the staff. Serving hatches at each end of the bar. I could see the signs for the washrooms, guys to right and women to the left. Sensible as they would not have negotiate the pool players, leave that for the guys.

In all it was a well laid out bar.

I could see Elise busy serving customers but she had obviously seen me entering and beamed a huge smile at me pointing towards the left of the bar. I made my way there and there was a stool with a reserved plaque on it. That made me smile as the bar was quite full even at that time with most of the seating and stand ups in use as well as a good few folks in the bar front area.