St. Patty’s Day Is Better with My Hot Bartender Crush in Me – #Erotica

Happy St. Patty's Day to me and my newly single pussy!

It was St. Patty’s Day in Tampa, and my friend Angela and I were heading to the River o’ Green Festival.  I had broken up with my boyfriend of five years and was ready to party the night away with someone new and wash my cares away with green beer.  They say the best way to get over one man is to get under another, and I had the perfect one in mind! Throughout my relationship with Christopher, I had frequented a bar in downtown Tampa where the cutest bartender that I had ever laid eyes on worked.  I spent the night hanging out there when Christopher and I fought, or he was out with the guys, and I was lonely. I happened to know that this particular bartender was also newly single.  “Angela, you have no idea how much I need this night out! I’ve been so lonely and frustrated since Christopher and I split, and the thought of laying eyes on my handsome bartender buddy tonight is giving me more excitement than anything has in quite a long time.  Yep, I’ll be ready at six and wearing my luck of the Irish green!  See you in a bit, Ang!” I said, hanging up the phone with Angela to finish getting ready for my first night with the new guy since the breakup.

I wasn’t Irish, but I always loved St. Patty’s Day and especially the cool green River festivities we had in our area.  The entire river is dyed green, and everyone around is in a party mood; the energy is exactly what I need to take my mind off my problems.  I decided that green would be the way to go, from my bra and panties that were new bright green satin to my tight green minidress.  I even had green thigh-high stockings that I rolled up my legs to wear under my dress, along with sparkly glitter-covered green heels.  I was any leprechaun’s wet dream on this St. Patty’s Day celebration!  But I didn’t want to be a leprechaun’s wet dream; I wanted to be a fantasy brought to life for the hot bartender named Ryan, whom I had known now for several years near the St. Patrick’s Day festival.  “You look unbelievable, Torrey!  My God, that emerald green goes so well with your long black hair!  Screw Christopher! He can eat his heart out; it’s his loss. Ready to go, babe?” Angie said when I opened my apartment door to greet her.

“I definitely don’t care about Christopher, sweetie!  In fact, I was getting bored with him, and I just found out that that bartender had had my eye on for a few years, the one that talked me through so many fights and disagreements with Christopher.  He’s single now!”  I squealed to my best friend jumping up and down and hugging her as if we were back in class, the energy and enthusiasm of new love about to blossom coursing through my veins.  I guess I hadn’t realized how stagnant my relationship with my boyfriend had become, and this St. Patty’s Day, I was ready to unleash what had been suppressed for several years.  Oddly enough, I didn’t even feel nervous, and it had been a long time since I had done anything with a new man.  A few green beers should do the trick! I thought to myself as Angela and headed out the door looking green and hot as hell, hoping to be kissed and then some this St. Patrick’s Day!

We partied the evening away, enjoying the vendors and the excitement of the crowd around us, and as the night rolled in, we were not even close to being ready to go home!  “Okay, Ang, let’s head over to the club and see what awaits us and let’s go see Ryan!” I said to her, smiling and giving her a soft elbow on the arm to nudge her as I did. “You’re going to fuck him tonight, aren’t you, you dirty slut!” She said, laughing and tossing the last few pieces of green popcorn in her bag down the hatch and washing it away with the last swig of green beer in her cup.  We grabbed a ride and headed a couple of blocks to the place that, for me, was the main attraction this St. Patty’s Day as far as I was concerned, the bar where my bartender crush was working and unbeknownst to him, waiting for a magical night with his secret admirer to unfold.

When Angela and I walked into the club, I instantly got to my tip-toes and started looking over top of heads to see Ryan.  My heart pounded heavily in my chest when I spotted him filling green beer after beer.  He was super busy, but I didn’t mind waiting out the rush of drinking, wannabe Irishmen awaiting their St. Patty’s Day spirits to get to my hot man behind the bar.  “Hey, Torrey!  You are looking stunning tonight; green really is your color!  Can I get you a green beer, mint julep, or something green to go with your beautiful emerald self?”  He yelled over the music, with his ever-cute smile spread widely across his face.  I glanced at the dance floor for Angela, who was already living it up with a handsome guy of her own.  I smiled and winked as she and I made eye contact, and then my eyes returned to my beloved bartender Ryan.

I had several green beers in me when Ryan suddenly disappeared from behind the bar and was replaced by Liz from the kitchen.  I got a bit frantic, but then I felt a tap on my shoulder.  “I’m on break for a half hour.  Want to join me upstairs in my apartment for a few minutes?”  I heard a voice say as I spun to face the owner of it.  My heart almost jumped up into my throat as I saw Ryan standing there, offering for me to come upstairs to his apartment!  I motioned to Angela to let her know we’d be right back, and we headed out the door to the back of the brick building, where a staircase led to two apartments above the bar.  Ryan unlocked the door and opened it for me to go inside first.  He threw his keys down on the little table by the door and slid the chain on it behind us.

“So, are you and Angela enjoying your St. Paddy’s Day?  Have you been kissed?” He asked, moving towards me with desire in his eyes.  “Not yet, because I was waiting for the right person to try,” I responded as my back met the wall behind us, and his arm went out to close me in between him and it.  “I was sorry for your pain when you and Christopher broke up, Torrey. But if I’m frank, I was also happy because the breakup gave me a chance to do this finally,” he said, barely finishing before his lips met mine, and we fell into the dreamiest kiss I think I’d ever experienced.   I felt like I was supercharged with electricity as his hands ran up my side and over my arms to my neck and face.  “I want that too, and more,” I whispered, pulling away from his kiss for a moment to catch my breath and let him know I felt the same way.

All at once we both grabbed one another.  He lifted my legs, and I wrapped them tightly around his waist as his kiss grew deep and more passionate, and our longing for one another did the same.  I felt his raging hard-on jabbing through his jeans into my green dress and matching green satin panties, which were now soaked and ready to come off for him.  He lowered his hand, running it up my thigh and to the crotch of my panties.  I moaned as his fingers slid over the fabric, causing my clit to rise in an attempt to reach his fingers and make more contact.  My nipples hardened, aching to feel his mouth on them.  I felt so comfortable as if I’d known him forever.  I didn’t hesitate to let him when he lifted my dress over my head and pushed my panties to the side.  We made our way to the bed a few feet away, and he landed on top of me.  I pulled at him and guided his hard shaft into my pussy.  My back arched, and my body quaked in pleasure as his thrusts pumped in and out of me.

His cock swelled up, filling my pussy even more tightly, and then I felt his hot bursts of relief pumping into me.  “My break is over; I have to go back to work.  Spend the night with me tonight?”  He asked as we got up to head back downstairs.  That St. Patty’s Day, I slept in the bartender’s bed, and he’s been mine ever since!  Green is now my favorite color!