She had had too much to drink. We had closed the bar, sent the bouncer home, and I had finished cleaning up in back. When I got back out, she was still working.

A six-foot raven-haired amazon beauty, Lisa the bartender had apparently "quality checked" the drink well a little too often tonight. As a bar back, I often fantasized about her, as my view of her was usually from below and behind, looking at those great legs in those comfortable shorts she wore. But up until now I'd never even considered what was going on in her mind.

Men, better looking than me, came and went every night, many wanting her phone number. She politely turned them all down as a matter of course. But something happened to us that night. I helped her clean up the front. She looked at me when we were done with a look I'd never seen before. I had to look over my shoulder to make sure she was looking at me.

Then she walked up to me and put her hand deliberately on my crotch, where my half-hard length was betraying my months-long admiration for her.

"I'm horny, " she announced, her eyes alight from her samplings. I didn't know what to say.

She guided me into the storeroom, where the boxes have been stacked neatly and leveled, thanks to my hard work, ready for the afternoon shipment. Then she hopped up onto those boxes and wiggled her shapely hips right out of her shorts, dropping them off her ankles with an impatient kick.

I know my eyes were wide as saucers as I looked at the pretty pink g-string she wore I'd seen it before in glimpses from time to time. Now she was showing me everything. "I want you to eat me, " she said straight out. "Right now.

" She propped her feet up on the box edges, her sneaker tread holding her legs up, and leaned back on her elbows. After all the fantasizing I'd done about this moment, I only hesitated an instant to make sure it was really happening. Then I pushed her pink undies aside and buried my face in her hot snatch. She had been on her feet for hours, and she smelled of sweat and sex. I was turned on incredibly as I toyed her lovely pink labia, surrounded by her wiry black softness hair.

It scratched my cheeks as I burrowed my tongue deep inside her, and she leaned back and moaned at my attentions. I found her personal place, hooded and hiding, and teased it with the tip of my tongue. She took my head in her hands and pressed it to her snatch as her tangy juices wet my lips and face. She moaned incoherently as I toyed the petals of the lovely pink rose between her thighs, tenderly teasing with my lips against hers. Her cries became louder and more desperate as I continued, and then she clamped her strong thighs against my head and I nearly drowned in her orgasm, her juices trickling out and onto my tongue, where I drank them greedily, hardly noticing that I needed air. When she finally relaxed from her spasms, my vision was doing funny things and I almost passed out, trying to catch my breath.

She thought this was hilarious, and laughed while I steadied myself against her knees. "Oh, come ON, " she said, still very much alight, "I know you're not THAT worn out.

" Worn out? Me? Hell no! My length was rock-hard in my black tux pants by now. I undressed her on those boxes while she fumbled with my trouser fastenings. I only got them partway down when she took my length in her hands and tugged me back between her legs.

She leaned back, pulling me on top of her, reaching down and guiding me inside her impatiently.

I offered no resistance as her body enveloped me, her hot steamy lovehole taking me all the way inside as she wrapped those long, strong legs around me and locked her ankles around my hips.

I wanted her.

I'd wanted her since I met her weeks ago.

I rammed my length up inside her as she smiled and grunted with each push inside her tight, wet softness. Her hands clawed at my back under my shirt, pulling me deeper with each thrust, grabbing at my soft place as I slammed my hard pole up inside her, again and again.

I felt my body responding more intensely than I'd ever felt before, my guts tightening and my balls swelling with impending climax. "I'm coming, " was all I could gasp out.

She opened her eyes and looked deep into mine, holding me inside her as my body responded.

My length throbbed in her as my searing juice filled her snatch, again and again, and I lost myself in her laughing, glowing green eyes.

Even as my spasms subsided, I saw her chuckle to herself as she held me like one would a teddy bear. We lay together for a long moment in that storeroom before I realized it was almost daylight. She was asleep. I put myself together, then dressed her as best I could.

Lisa was not light as I helped her to my car and drove her home. That night, we were back on the job.

We had a few moments in the storeroom after that, but none like that first night.

I moved away a month later, and when I called back to the bar, I was told that she'd quit and nobody knew where she was. Lisa, I miss you terribly.