Chapter 2

The next day I was on cloud nine; Sharon had a great body. I didn’t care if she was reluctant or not; I would have my fun, and I had not had a shag for a while.

I was eager to get her naked and to bury my cock in her pussy. If she enjoyed it or not, I really didn’t give a fuck.

I went to work and got down to that morning’s jobs. I was in the cellar when Sharon turned up for work.

When I had finished the cellar work, I washed my hands and headed up to the bar. The first thing I saw was Sharon’s denim-clad arse as she bent down to get a bottle of brown ale off the bottom shelf.

Fuck she had one hell of an arse, did Sharon. I made a mental note to make sure I shagged her doggy style.

I made the staff a brew before going back into the bar to help serve customers.

During a lull, Sharon called me over.

“You need to get some protection for later; it’s bad enough you are making me sleep with you, the last thing I need is to get knocked up!” she whispered.

“Good thinking!” I said. I got a fiver out and handed it to her.

“Can you get me some coins, please?” I said with a smile.

She scowled at me before opening her till and handing me a fiver’s worth of coins.

We made small talk as we worked the bar, but it was obvious she was not happy.

Fuck her, I thought; she had to take her punishment one way or the other; it was either a police record or a shag, it was her choice.

I called last orders and rang the bell. I was really eager to get the pub emptied and ready for the evening session, but more than that I was eager to get to Sharon’s flat and to fuck her.

While I was cleaning up, I slipped into the gents, put some coins into the machine, and bought a pack of three rubbers.

Once the pub was all sorted, I followed Sharon out of the door, and we walked over to the bus stop. We didn’t have to wait long; a bus pulled into the stop and we took our seats.

Sharon didn’t seem talkative, and I didn’t push it. We got off the bus and walked to her flat, again in silence.

She unlocked the door, and we stepped inside.

“Right, did you get the johnnies?” she asked.

“Yes...” I replied and pulled them from my back pocket.

“Right, you go and shower and head into the bedroom!” she said and headed into the kitchen.

I went into the shower and made sure I was as clean as a new pin. I walked into the bedroom, as naked as the day I was born. I got under the sheets.

I noticed mugs of coffee on each bedside table.

“I am going to shower!” I heard Sharon shout from the hallway.

She came into the bedroom; she looked stunning. There is something about a freshly showered lady... a glow!

She was dressed in a silky dressing gown. She stood next to the bed and took a sip of her coffee. Then, without another word, she dropped the dressing gown to the floor.