I work as a bartender, and I meet a lot of hot guys during my shifts.

Sometimes the guys hang out until closing and go home with me, but once in a while the guy who catches my attention can’t stick around and I end up going home alone. Last Saturday was one of those nights.

I’d been flirting with a guy who came in early during my shift, but he was there for a friend’s bachelor party and had to bounce when his buddies decided to move on to the next bar. He’d taken my number, and I knew he’d call, but that wasn’t what I was concerned about. Our flirtations had been pretty intense, and I was really hot and bothered. There was no way I was going to get through the rest of the night without getting off.

As soon as I could, I asked my friend to cover for me and I took my 15-minute break. I made sure no one was watching me, then went down-stairs, ducked into one of the bathrooms, and locked the door behind me. The bar was busy, so I knew I didn’t have a lot of time. I only had a few minutes to bring myself to climax.

I unzipped my pants, pushed the front of my thong to the side, and started to stroke my pussy. I was already wet from flirting with Johnny, and my fingers slid easily along my slit.

I spread my juices around and then pushed a finger deep inside my pussy. It went in right to the third knuckle, and I thrust it in and out several times before adding a second finger. Two wasn’t enough to get the job done, though, and I quickly shoved in a third.

Three fingers thrusting between my pussy lips felt good, and I sped up my movements to intensify the feelings. I started stroking them forward, brushing the tips of my fingers against the wall of my pussy, and each stroke brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy. It still wasn’t enough to get me off, though, and I knew I needed to speed things up.

I rubbed my clit as I thrust my digits in and out of my cunt. I thought about Johnny, the cute patron from earlier, and pretended it was his hand between my legs. Fantasizing about Johnny helped, and as I imagined that it was his thick fingers thrusting between my pussy lips, I found myself getting even more aroused.

Once I was focused on the image of Johnny finger-fucking me, it didn’t take much to bring myself to climax. After only a few more strokes, I was biting my lip to keep myself from screaming with pleasure. My thumb worked frantically over my clit while my fingers pumped in and out of my cunt, and when I came, I covered my mouth to muffle my moans.

I was back behind the bar in less than ten minutes, all the tension I’d felt after flirting with Johnny gone. I finished my shift without a problem, and the next day, when Johnny called, I was more than ready to take him on.