The door was closed, we were alone once more, drinking in the excitement of what was to come. Paul lifted his head to hear for noise from the rooms upstairs. Faintly, I thought I could hear Amy crying. If he heard it, he wasn't bothered. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, my nipples erect and hard, my pussy getting wetter by the second. 'See what I have to put up with?' He asked, smirking. 'Now. What are we going to do wi...

After our initial hot encounter, it took me and Paul a while to be on our own again. Amy was now a couple of weeks away from having the baby, and her attitude had soured further. She was miserable, overweight, and dressed in unflattering clothing. Paul behaved like nothing had happened in front of her. He was tactile with her, cuddling her, planting kisses on her mouth even when she objected, pushing him away and complain...

That night, the bar went quiet very quickly and soon there were only me, Paul and a couple of the older regulars left in the whole establishment. With the other barmaids finished and Amy tucked up asleep, I pretty much had Paul all to myself. As he talked I made sure I was the ever-so-enthusiastic worker. He never mentioned my panties but as I took drinking glasses off tables and cleaned the wooden surfaces I bent over as...