Since the death of her husband Kate lost interest in the pub they had owned together. The business did well when he was alive, but after his death the regulars stayed away. Kate kept smiling but she felt lonely. Since a couple of nights a young man attended the bar. He was polite and good company. It was a hour before closing time on a wet November night, and he was the only customer. One more beer before I go, he said, and Kate suddenly felt sad. She had been eyeing him - especially his bulging pants - all night long, and it was high time to take a bold step. You don’t have to pay for your drinks, she said, my treat, and smiled. Well that’s very nice of you, he said. She came from behind the bar and when she stood in front of him all went naturally. You are quite an attractive lady, he said. She enjoyed the compliment. He pulled up her skirt and started kissing her breasts. He helped her undress and slip out of her panties. She sucked his pole and when he fucked her all was well. When he came on her lovely butt, she thought of one thing. Hiring him as bartender!
