The dive bar was indeed a dive bar, but the perk of places like that was they had their regulars.

The not-so-perky part was the amount of upkeep needed for the crumbling building and décor. As the business owner, all those repairs fell on my financial shoulders, like the ones now needed after the unexpected flood.

I was waiting for the insurance adjuster to come when the bell over the old red door jingled.

A woman stepped in, and my eyes did a quick scan to catch very nice legs in faded jeans, a gray pullover and blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail.

It killed me to say it, but I had no choice.

“Sorry, we’re closed. We had a flood the other day, and it’s still wet as hell in here. And it’s a health hazard and — ”

She raised a hand and smiled. Her lips were full and red, and her cheeks were pink like my mother’s favorite roses. And she wasn’t hurting in the tit department, let me tell you. She was older than me by at least 20 years, but she was smokin’ hot.

“I’m the one you’re waiting for,” she said.

On a less stressful day I’d have responded, “You’re not kidding, lady.”

But she caught what must have been an odd look on my face and smiled again. “I’m the insurance adjuster,” she exclaimed, as if talking to a dull child.

“Oh! Oh, shit. I’m sorry. Sexist of me, isn’t it? I was expecting a guy for some reason.” I could feel heat in my cheeks and was grateful that most of it was probably covered by my beard. “The guy I talked to said I should expect Lou at 11,” I answered, covering myself.

She nodded. “Yeah, Louise. That’s me.”

“Ah… but you can’t blame me — ”

“Never,” she said. “Can you show me where the leak originated?”

“Oh, sure.” I noticed the heat in my cheeks had spread into my chest. And my belly. And down into the general vicinity of my cock, because as Lou walked past me, I noticed she had the most sublime heart-shaped ass in history.

I led her into the back where all the liquor was stored. Soggy cardboard was the predominant smell. “Good thing we deal in glass bottles,” I said, laughing.

“Very. But your wood shelving back here near the floor might suffer. Which will weaken the upper shelves. They look pretty old.”

“Circa… 1978?” I said, taking a wild guess. “Just like the bar.”

She nodded and jotted something down in her notebook. An unreadable expression passed across her face, and I wondered what she was thinking.

I was thinking about the way those jeans hugged her shapely hips.

“And the leak?” she prompted. “Where did it originate?”

“Oh! The leak! Sorry. I got… ”

Just in the nick of time, I shook off the urge to say something cheesy like “I was distracted by your beauty.”

“My mind wandered,” I said instead. “Over here. There’s an apartment above us. The plumbing in this building is pretty old, and I think something just gave up the ghost. I came back here to get some whiskey and gin, and it was pretty much raining.”

She tsked, shook her head, and jotted down some notes again.

“I think I can take it from here. I’ll wander around, get what I need, and let you know when I’m finished or if I have any questions.”

“Right,” I managed to respond, feeling totally tongue-tied.

I went back out to the front and started to mop the areas where the water had run out from the back room. Luckily, it was just a matter of moving some tables and the bar mats. The leak was caught in time to shut off the main before the bar proper was entirely soaked.

The door whooshed noisily as she walked in from the back. I’d just washed my hands and was drying them with a bar rag. “Well?”

“It looks pretty straightforward,” she said, leaning on the bar. “I’ll turn all this in, they might call with some follow-up questions, and then a check will be issued for repairs and replacements, etc.”

I blew out a sigh of relief.

“That’s good news. Thank you.”

The way Louise was leaning over the bar made her breasts look as if they were being presented to me. I was suddenly grateful for the division between us. The bar blocked me so she couldn’t see I was fighting a hard-on… and losing.

“My face was drenched with her wetness, and I slipped two fingers inside her.”

“Can I get a drink?” she asked, climbing onto a stool.

“Sure. Rough day?” I flipped right into bartender mode.

She pointed to a bottle of whiskey and winked. “Not so much. But it could get interesting.”

I officially lost the battle with my dick.

I poured her two fingers of whiskey, plus an extra splash, and pushed it across the bar. “On me,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow and then the downed the whiskey in two hearty gulps.

“Lock the door,” she said.

I made a noise deep in my throat. It was very animalistic, that sound.

I locked the front door and then put the chain on and the wedge in. “Just in case,” I murmured softly to myself.

By the time I turned back to her, she’d already pulled off her top and was working the clasp on the front of her bra. She hiked herself up on the bar and crooked a finger at me.

I went to her as if she were tugging an invisible wire and drawing me in.
At that moment, the years she had on me didn’t matter. She was a hot woman who wanted me, and my body responded accordingly.

She parted her thighs, and I stepped between them.

“When I walked in, I thought you were pretty cute,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I still do. Now take off your clothes and come up here. I’ve always wanted to fuck on top of a bar.”

I did as instructed, and when I was level with her she reached out and took my cock in her hand, stroking me briskly. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

I peeled off her jeans as she talked. I dropped them on a stool and yanked off her purple panties.

She didn’t waste any time. She pushed my head between her thighs, and I went at her eagerly. I scraped my teeth along her mound and then licked her outer lips until her hips shot up and she whimpered. Then I slipped my tongue over her clit and felt her buck beneath me. I did it again and again, lapping at the tight knot of sensitive flesh. She yanked my hair, but I didn’t care. She could pull all of it out as far as I was concerned.

I worked her hard until she came, her juices flooding my mouth and her cries filling my ears. She tried to push me away, but I hooked my fingers under her ass and held on, wanting to wring another climax from her. I licked Louise so gently I heard her sob. Then I felt her legs relax, and I went back at her with a more rigid tongue.

This time when she climaxed, she squeezed her thighs against the sides of my head so tightly I thought I might pass out, but I persevered. My face was drenched with her wetness, and I slipped two fingers inside her tight, hot cunt.

She moaned, and I moved upward, kissing a line along her belly. Louise tasted like peaches and honeysuckle; she tasted like summer. Once I was face-to-face with her, she reached for me, pulling me toward her for a kiss. She embraced me with her thighs as our lips met, and my cock brushed the slickness of her pussy. Now it was my turn to moan. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue tasting like whiskey and her own nectar.

Louise raised her hips, urging my cock inside her. I only gave her the tip at first, and I watched her face, observing her internal struggle as the fought not to say anything.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

I relented. How could I not? Her words were so full of beautiful desperation and want. I watched her eyes drift shut and her pretty white teeth nip at her plump lower lip. She grabbed my ass and thrust up from beneath me. It stole my breath how strong she was. And how wet, tight, and fucking sweet that pussy was.

“Faster,” she whispered.

“You’re really shy, aren’t’ you?” I couldn’t help myself.

Then she was laughing beneath me, and that laughter made her cunt squeeze me all the tighter.

“Jesus — ”

I didn’t get to say anything else because her pussy started to milk me as she came once again. Her leg hooked behind my back as she arched against me to steal every ounce of pleasure she could.

Then Louise surprised me by stiff-arming me away. I pulled out of her pussy and backpedaled until she pushed me flat on my back on the bar and climbed astride my hips.

“I’m very shy,” she said, leaning over to kiss me. Her grin was mischievous and possibly the sexiest part of the whole encounter. She was mesmerizing.

“Lou, you need to come out of your shell,” I teased.

“The operative word being ‘come,’” she said.

Then she was impaling herself on my cock. She put her small hands on my shoulders and started to rock. All I could feel was her. All I could smell was her. All I could taste on my tongue was her. Her hair swept across my face as she moved, and she smiled down at me despite her eyes being closed.

I held on to the lovely flare of her hips and started to thrust up from beneath her, fucking her as hard as I could.

Louise dug her toes into the meat of my calves, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. She rocked her hips from side to side and then got back into an up-and-down rhythm that shut my brain down but flooded my body with urgency.

“Come with me,” she said. “I’m going to come again. I’m almost there.”

“You’re getting tighter,” I mumbled because I could feel it happening. Her pussy clenched around me as we slammed against one another. I was stuck in that place where I wanted to surrender but wanted the moment to last just a few minutes longer.

“Oh,” she said in a breathy whisper. Her fingernails bit into my skin. I held her hips as our rhythm hit a desperate peak.

“Now,” she managed. “Now, now, now… ”

Her cunt grew impossibly tight around, me and I gave one more desperate thrust from beneath before letting myself go. If I was going to lose control, best to lose it in time with her.

Louise laughed softly and brushed the hair out of my face.

“Best appointment today. Some not so terrible water damage, an easy claim, and a slutty bartender.” She winked.

“Slutty!” I couldn’t hold back my laugh.

“Oh, you were obvious the moment I walked in.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Not bad, at all. In fact, I might decide to have a double before I go.” She kissed me. It was a very indecent kiss.